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A dark, foggy night in cold Watson has Marilyn on edge... her senses are heightened... the distant sounds of sirens and car alarms put her head on a swivel. She walks with a brisk pace up the damp cold street past the Totentanz nightclub blaring cyber metal out to the street. Mare's high heels clop on the pavement heavy with each step one after the other, passing by a sewer grate wafting white smoke of waste and decay. A mix of Maelstrom chicks and dudes smoking outside the club cat call her as she passes by.. begging her to come in.
Their cyber voices yell out to her: "WOOOHOO!! HAY HAY!! COME ON IN HERE BABY!! I'LL BUY YA WHATEEEVER YA WANT!!! HAHAHAAAA!!" Marilyn glances over at the pack briefly as she passes by minding her business. She turns the corner at the end of the block making her way down it halfway.. past the long abandoned Foody restaurant to the first apartment complex.
She knocks four times on the garage door to the side with a sign atop that reads 'Ruf Tread Racing Gear'. She crosses her arms waiting a few seconds before the door slides up.
She's suddenly face to face with something barely resembling whats left of a human being. The top half of his head was completely chromed out lacking traditional facial structure along with his multiple glowing bright red eyes... leaving the bottom half of his head below the nose a worn ganic with a scattering of piercings all over his faceless face. He sported a black leather sleeveless vest showing his prosthetic cyber arms with various Maelstrom quotes and exploits carved into em like tattoos. The amount of cyberware augmented onto his body takes Marilyn aback briefly as she looks up at his lanky, imposing frame... she holds her nerve.
"Well well well.." He calmly giggles... a deep cybernetic voice. "Earlier than i thought you'd be... name's Caine" He smiles big... looking up and down her bare thighs all the way down to her cherry red painted toes. Her short, neon red thigh high skirt hugs her curves tightly as she shifts her weight with her feet. With the darkness and true grit of Night City as a backdrop... its as if light was radiating off of her.
"Mare..." She smiles back introducing herself. "Been lookin' forward to this." She starts to walk in but Caine puts his hand out in front of her, stopping her in her tracks... he starts giggling.
"Nah nah, I never scroll here."
Marilyn looks at him lowering her eyebrows confused. "But-"
"-Too much traffic in n' out... cmon, this way." Caine promptly steps outside beside her, turning to slide down the garage door.. it slams closed.
Marilyn's heartrate increases... a wave of nervous energy washes over her while his back's turned. She bottles it up quickly as he turns back around, facing her with a reassuring smile... she grins back. The pair turn the corner from the garage and start casually making their way down the street together through fog and dimly lit streetlights. Her discomfort builds one step after another... with each step taken... fear creeps in deeper... uncertainty grabs ahold of her. She glances back over her shoulder with a concerned look... her mind racing at the unexpected location change as several snap thoughts cross her mind on what she should do. She has no idea where hes taking her and neither does the crew. After everything Brian and Marilyn have been through... this feels... different... wrong.
This is not part of the plan.
Marilyn... strongwilled and determined as ever to prove herself has no thought of turning back... they continue on around another corner.
Brian stood out in front of Grave's Butte positioned on the opposite street corner down the block away from the street lights, iron in hand squeezes it so tight you can hear it. The rest of the crew watches the pair of them turn the corner away from the Ruf Tred garage. He quickly turns around and beelines it back to the car looking directly at Graves. "Buzz - Allie - NOW!" He shouts through his teeth walking past him to the trunk of the Butte.
Marilyn and Caine quietly enter the nearby apartment complex with a series of storage garages attached to it. She closes the door behind them as they make their way past the staircase leading up to the rest of the apartments; remaining on the first floor. They enter the first floor apartment which happened to be connected to one of the storage garages by a single blue door. "Just finally got the place cleaned up the other day. These scop puppets can't seem to keep anythin' clean longer than a day around here." Caine says proudly walking in.
Marilyn closing the door turns around to see a surprisingly organized apartment. Even though recently cleaned, the amount of used and new tech sat next to legacy tech and cyberware littered about has already begun to gather clutter. Various Maelstrom logos rest spray painted through the place alongside tagged quotes. Choo and liquor stains scattered pieces of furniture and equipment... clearly a flop that sees high traffic even though its currently dead. Apparently Caine's been looking forward to this as well.
"Wow, lot of chrome n' iron in here." She mumbles looking at the spread in the living room.
Caine looks back at her with a big smile on his face... he reaches into his pocket and pulls out an access card.. shifting subject slightly. "You have no idea how much work went into me havin' these keys." He giggles. "This scop ain't nothin' doll... Check this out."
Caine walks over to the door connecting to the garage.. using the access card to open it as Marilyn follows him in.
She gasps... jumping slightly at the sight of a stockpile of cyberware that overwhelms her. Cytech, Dynalar, Zetatech, Militech you name it. Branded crates and boxes filled to the brim with various chrome. Some of it organized by size, type and quality while most of it just layed piled together. Some was in high quality, biometric security containers while others sat in stray trashbags. Shelves filled with various netrunner gear and accessories, cybernetic limbs of various sizes and quality hung from the ceiling... gorilla arms, mantis blades, P.L. systems, Titanium fragments... most of it shined in the dim garage light... an organized yet unorganized cache nearly overflowing.
"Oh my god-" Marilyn whispers to herself... her eyes and mouth wide as she puts a hand on her chest and the other over her mouth.
"I know right?" Caine mutters seductively, smiling from ear to ear. "We moved everything over n' put a jammer up a while back after it started to get... well.. serious in here; Can't ever be too careful." He pauses briefly looking around at it all... he rattles off a bunch of chrome they have stocked.
"Kiroshi's latest models over there, top of the line... fuckin' preem, fresh off the belt Microrotors, Adrenaline Converters, Sandys, Kerenzikovs, you name it! Shit, even got some Cellular adapters lyin' around back there somewhere. Tetratronic, Dyna, BioTech, no second handers either... ain't gonna catch any hand-me-downs in this chest dollface." He takes a deep breath. "Ain't it just... gorgeous?" He asks looking back at her.
"...Nowhere near as gorgeous as you though." He turns back around, slowly walking toward her.
Marilyn looks at him deep in the face with her best grin... backing up into the apartment. She slowly removes her black overcoat in front of him... revealing her short, tight neon red dress in full. With the glowing allure of her incredibly sexy body, she pulls the wreath out along with the BD.. holding them out between the two of them. Caine slowly grabs both and casually tosses them to the side onto the couch.
Marilyn's facial expression abruptly shifts... from seductive to startled... serious.
The tone... the energy in the room instantaneously intensifies...
"What are you doing..?" She mutters as he steps closer.
"Eh, we'll scroll later... I want the real thing" He mutters back looking her up and down... he reaches out and grabs her by the small of her back trying to pull her in. Marilyn instinctually puts her arms out in front of her to stop him... trying to create separation with a nervous giggle. "W-wait...- stop cmon.." She struggles to push him off as his grip on her tightens. "S-STOP!" She yells in a panic cracking her voice.. using all of her strength to try and shove him away.. it barely staggers him back. He cocks back and slaps her with full force making her shriek, sending her hard to the floor of the apartment and cutting her face deep. She tries to get up but is stopped by one of his spiked boots... using the bottom of it to push her back down flat onto her back. Caine gets on top of her as she reaches up and punches him in the face square in the chrome hurting her hand. She swings again with an open palm due to the pain to slap him. Caine snatches both of her flailing wrists, pinning them to the dirty floor.
"NO!!" She screams in a frantic panic through her teeth... kicking and flailing around vigorously doing everything she can to get him off. "BRIAN!!!" She instinctually yells out to herself with eyes wide... desperately screaming "NOO!!"
"Stop- FIGHTING!!" He demands through gritted teeth.. struggling to fully hold her down. "Just let this happen." He forcefully mutters... his tone aroused.
Marilyn screams feral in resistance.. tussling with all of her might. Caine raises a fist and punches her hard in the face once quieting her... then a second time even harder dazing and knocking her nearly unconscious. He lets go of her other wrist while sat mounted on top of her... breathing heavily in the silence of the apartment... watching her completely stunned. He effortlessly rips open her dress... the loud tearing of thin fabric exposing her chest. He rips it down toward her stomach as she shrieks. Marilyn barely conscious doesn't move as Caine runs his long tongue along the side of her face, then her neck down to her chest.. laying the full weight of his body up against hers. He releases a lot of tension as he enjoys the feeling of her soft, silky skin on his barely ganic hands... he takes a deep whiff of her delicious smelling perfume while taking his time. As she begins to regain her senses she whimpers and twitches... crying while subdued.
Caine overwhelmed with pleasure instinctually whispers to himself. "Delicious ganic... you're mine." He reaches over onto the nearby coffee table and grabs a syringe. He squirts a small amount of fluid out of the syringe, checking the level. While doing this, Marilyn reaches over to her right.. grabbing an old spiked stun baton layed on the apartment floor. Letting out a feral scream, she stabs the baton into Caine's neck with all her strength.
The force of the impact slides her hand up the handle turning it on... sending a surge of electricity through Caine's augmented neck causing his entire body to twitch and vibrate. The electric surge blasts Marilyn's hand away and off of the handle. Caine roars in pain... wildly changing in pitch and tone multiple times as the electrical surge fries his throat and vocal cord sending him to the ground falling off of Marilyn. Without thinking, she quickly gets on top of him... grabbing the spiked baton again, shocking herself and yanking it out of his neck before slamming it back in. Her hair flails wildly with her ripped dress as she repeatedly stabs Caine over and over with gradually increasing force. The stabs switch frantically from neck to face, she breaths deep in between her grunts and gritted teeth. The true feral nature of her being is released as she continues slamming the baton into his face and neck... covering herself in yellow synth blood now squirt spraying out with each strike. Caine lays there lifeless... as she continues to cave his face in, her grunts and screams building louder and louder within the dead silence of the room. The sound of the front door of the apartment being pounded and ripped open mixes with her onslaught... it doesn't stop her at all. She's quickly snatched from behind by her shoulders sending her falling backwards and the baton flying across the room.
"Mare!-"
"-GET THE FUCK OFF OF MEEE!!! NOOO!!!!" She screams flailing... struggling to resist.
"Its me! stop! MARE!! stop!" Brian struggles, wrapping his arms around her and falling back onto the apartment floor. He grabs her by the face.. forcing her to look at him as she aggressively clutches his forearms tighly. "Hey! hey... Its me.. Its me." He softly whispers trying to calm her as he looks at her bruised, cut face covered in both synth blood and her own.
Marilyn realizes its him... she completely breaks down... her screaming voice cracks as he pulls her face into his chest. He wraps his arms around her tight as she lets out a blood curdling scream... hitting him with her fist... crying and convulsing uncontrollably.
Graves and their side choom storm into the apartment shortly after with rifles drawn. "CHECK THE BACK! GO!!" Graves yells to the backup while clearing the rest of the apartment himself.
He ends moving over toward Brian and Marilyn sat on the floor. "Marilyn.." Graves whispers to himself somber... looking at the scene that transpired around her in shock... seeing the syringe, the gored Maelstromer and all the random tech lying around. Before he's able to say anything else their side choom yells out to him.
"Yo! Graves!!" Graves looks over and sees the blue door leading to the garage open and quickly walks over with his iron raised.
Graves lowers his gun, placing it on the ground and putting his hands on his head.
"Holy shit..." He whispers to himself with his eyes wide open at the site of the cyberware cache.
"HOLY SHIIIIT!!!!" The side choom yells. Graves quickly yanks him in.
"SHHH!!!! SHUT UP!! GO BRING THE WHEELS AROUND, SCOUT THE BLOCK! MOVE SLOW!!" He grits before yanking the choom back toward the entrance of the apartment.
Graves moves back to Brian sat cradling Marilyn.
"B... B you gotta see thi-" Graves mutters reaching for Brian's shoulder. Brian quickly slaps Graves' arm away without looking before clutching onto Marilyn tightly as she cries into his chest.
Graves grabs his rifle... exiting out the front of the apartment to secure the street and the Butte pulling in... leaving the pair locked tightly in each other's arms alongside a decapitated Maelstromer.
The stray white noise in the streets of Night City take over... leaving us unable to hear her screams.