Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

Are you late? Tommy looked at the two headless corpses on the container.

You have the ability to shoot just now, don't always think like a newcomer. Mann taught David a lesson.

Tommy, you're back. It's a pity, here. Dolio noticed Tommy, who was helping Lucy with blood on her face.

Tommy didn't know what to say. He was used to seeing death while crawling around on the battlefield.

His eyes turned to Rebecca. She was holding a shotgun, her little body trembling.

Rebecca, me

Get away from me! Why weren't you here just now?! Rebecca was furious and yelled at Tommy.

Tommy opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

After taking a few big breaths, Rebecca dropped the shotgun on the ground, lowered her head and walked to the container where Pyrrha's body was, leaning against it and sitting down slowly.

The NCPD arrived after Lucy, David, and Dolio left. They recorded the body, found Mann to find out the situation, and then left.

Send her back. Mann glanced at Rebecca sitting next to the container and said to Tommy.

Um.

After climbing up the container and getting the body off, Tommy then sat down next to Rebecca and said softly to her: Let's go.

Rebecca nodded slightly.

Night City Self-Service Crematorium.

After the cremation machine beeped, the urn containing Pila's ashes fell to the retrieval area, and Rebecca bent down to pick it up.

go home.

Rebecca suddenly grabbed Tommy's hand and refused to let him go.

What's wrong? I'll take you home. Tommy squatted down slightly and looked at Rebecca, who was silent.

I don't want to go back. Her voice was as calm as dead water.

[She doesn’t want to go back home without her brother. 】

Tommy paused, then said, Come to my house for the night.

Um.

——

The prosthetic doctor's black clinic.

It's you again? I actually don't have a medical license. The prosthetic doctor pushed aside the prosthetic limb in front of him and said impatiently to David and his group.

It doesn't matter, I didn't come here voluntarily.

This is really... okay then.

I can do it myself.

The clinic door closes.

Sit there. The prosthetic doctor was replacing the prosthetic limb for surgery, and gestured to Lucy to sit on the chair next to her.

That kid is really worried. Since his mother died, he has been coming more and more frequently.

The prosthetic doctor walked to one side of Lucy and moved her hair aside to examine it.

Well, it's not a big problem. The epidermis and the prosthetic body underneath are a little damaged. Just replace it.

The prosthetic doctor turned around and rummaged through the storage cabinet for replacement materials.

The way he looks at you is very subtle, you should be aware of it. The prosthetic doctor picked up a piece of scalp, shook his head, and continued to search.

Ah, I shouldn't say this, after all, it has nothing to do with me. Finally finding the replacement scalp and prosthetic body, he walked towards Lucy.

But he's a cyberpunk now, right? Lower your head, it might hurt a little later. With the cooperation of the scalpel, Lucy's scalp was gently uncovered, and obvious bleeding was visible under the skin.

The pain made Lucy frown slightly.

I see that you are no longer a fledgling kid. You should also know where cyberpunk's destination is.

The prosthetic doctor washed away the bleeding under the skin with saline, wiped off the excess water, and then picked up the replacement scalp.

He used to be the kid who helped me sell Mewtwo, but now he is my regular customer. Don't let him die so quickly, you know? Spray antibiotics on the wound, and then gently cover it with new skin, and the two will stick closely together. Okay, the prosthetic doctor nodded with satisfaction.

Yeah. Lucy responded.

It's done, I've sent you the bill, remember to pay. The prosthetic doctor removed the medical prosthetic hand, replaced it with a daily prosthetic hand, and then lay on the recliner and continued to watch Mewtwo.

Lucy lit a cigarette and walked outside.

David was squatting with a towel to wipe the blood on his face.

——

In the elevator leading to Tommy's residence.

Breaking News, Mayor Lucius Lane has died at home due to cardiac arrest. Here are the details. The advertising TV in the elevator was playing the evening news.

Tommy held the urn and Pila's golden prosthetic hand. Next to him, Rebecca lowered her head slightly and said nothing, not knowing what she was thinking.

[Call: Military Technology]

[Mr. Price, why haven’t you arrived yet? 】

It happened so suddenly that Tommy forgot about it.

[Ah, I'm really sorry, there was a fight just now and I can't come now. 】

[Forget it, let’s make an appointment another day. Don’t let us off the hook next time. The company’s temper is not as good as you think. 】

[Hang up]

Ding dong~ The elevator arrived.

Sit on the sofa and take a rest. Tommy placed the urn and golden prosthetic hand on the table, then entered the room to take off the Thor Hammer on his body.

Rebecca sat on the sofa and stared blankly at the Night City outside the window.

Tommy changed into his pajamas and came out. He usually didn't wear pajamas when he was at home alone.

Want something to eat? Tommy sat down next to Rebecca.

Rebecca said nothing.

After a long time.

He is not my biological brother. He brought me up after I was abandoned. Rebecca retracted her gaze and lowered her head.

He said that life will be better when we arrive in Night City, and we will no longer have to pick up those cyber garbage.

Tommy leaned down and listened quietly to Rebecca's account of her past.

However, he failed. What he got was useless, but he threw away the most precious thing.

Rebecca leaned closer to Tommy and buried her head in his arms.

Will you stay away from me like him? There was a cry in the muffled voice.

Tommy folded his arms and held her gently.

Will not.

The suppressed emotions were finally released. Rebecca grabbed Tommy's clothes and let out a whimpering cry.

The view of Night City outside the window remains the same. The rocket in the distance lifted off with its tail flame, and the moon tonight was extraordinarily round.

——

The next morning.

The noise of the door closing in the living room woke up Rebecca who was sleeping.

Idiot brother! It's so noisy! Rebecca turned over holding the pillow and continued to sleep.

Um? Why does this pillow smell like Tommy?

Rebecca sat up suddenly and looked at the unfamiliar surroundings. Whose bed is this? This is where?

Memories of the previous night came flooding back, and Rebecca stared blankly at the pillow that was wet with saliva.

Sorry, Rebecca, I woke you up, I went out to buy you breakfast. Tommy's voice came from the living room.

Can I come in? a voice came from the door.

Yeah Even though the voice was very low, Tommy, who had excellent hearing, heard it.

The bedroom door opened and Rebecca hid the pillow behind her.

Did you sleep well last night? Tommy asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Yeah it's okay.

Okay then, let's go out and have breakfast. Tommy walked out of the room and took out a soft cloth and carbon fiber spray from the maintenance tool box to maintain Thor's Hammer. After putting Rebecca, who cried herself to sleep, to bed last night, he moved Thor's Hammer to the living room.

Rebecca poked her head out of the room and looked at Tommy.

What's wrong? Aren't you hungry? Tommy noticed Rebecca's gaze.

No, no. Fighting and crying consumed a lot of her energy, and now she was hungry.

The aroma of tamales and tofu tuna tickled Rebecca's taste buds.

I don't know if it suits your taste. If you don't like it, I'll buy it again.

No, no, no. Rebecca's cheeks were bulging, which was really cute.