Cyberpunk Edgerunners: David Martinez With A System

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"Let's see what's faster—your legs or my bullet."

David had seen it coming— Had expected this bastard to run the moment he realized what was going on. So he had his gun drawn before the fucker even twitched. His voice was steady, his words sharp— But inside, he was still a little shaky.

Because just moments ago— His Fourth Calamity Experience Card had expired. He was back to being a weak-ass rookie. If this Ripperdoc figured that out— It'd be over.

He just had to bluff long enough.

"…D-David… sir…" The Ripperdoc's voice trembled.

"Get over here." Under the barrel of the gun, the Ripperdoc slowly raised his hands and stepped forward—one cautious step at a time.

"…David, listen, I can explain—"

"Shut the fuck up!" David's response was immediate. He swung the butt of the gun, smashing it into the Ripperdoc's face. The force sent the man staggering backward, nearly knocking him off balance.

"On your knees." A fully grown cybernetic-enhanced Ripperdoc, being held hostage by a street kid— The visual alone was almost comical. But David wasn't laughing.

He pressed the cold barrel of his gun against the back of the doctor's head, the icy metal making the man visibly shudder.

"D-David… please, about Gloria—I swear, it wasn't me! I had nothing to do with it—I'm just a ripperdoc!"

"Don't make me repeat myself." David's voice dropped cold as steel. The moment his tone shifted, the doctor shut up immediately—not even daring to breathe too loudly. Slowly—very slowly—he sank to his knees.

Even a Scavenger-friendly Ripperdoc wasn't stupid. This kid had wiped out an entire Scav hideout alone. If he pissed him off now, there wouldn't be a tomorrow. David liked that fear. It suited him.

"Good. If you want to live, you'll do exactly what I say."

"…O-Okay, okay! Anything! Just tell me what to do!"

"Pull out your tablet. I want a proper funeral package—one that won't get my mother's corpse sold off in a Black Braindance."

Because as new as he was to Night City, he knew enough. You didn't just leave a body behind. Not unless you wanted to see your dead relatives starring in underground snuff braindances a few weeks later.

"…Y-Yes! Right away!" The Ripperdoc fumbled for his cyberdeck, hands shaking as he tapped at the screen. After a few nervous swipes, he turned the tablet toward David, still trembling.

"P-Please accept my condolences, sir."

"We offer discreet transport services—we can deliver the body to your residence or a funeral center. Would you like to hear about our payment options?" David glanced at the screen— And scoffed.

"Cheap garbage." This wasn't a proper service. No way in hell some back-alley Santo Domingo Ripperdoc had legit corporate contracts.

This was just a nameless, unregistered black-market operation— No matter which option he picked, the result would be the same.

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Of course, when it came to pricing, these ripperdocs were just as cutthroat as the Scavs.

"Go ahead. Pay up." David handed the tablet back, his tone casual. The Ripperdoc didn't hesitate—he processed the payment immediately.

[Thank you for using our services. We will arrange for the transportation of the remains shortly.]

As the funds drained from his account, the doctor felt like his soul was being sucked dry. His heart ached watching the numbers disappear, but there was no choice.

Living was more important than money.

"…Can I go no—" Before he could even finish his sentence— Cold steel shoved between his teeth. His eyes bulged, body freezing as the gun barrel pressed against his tongue.

"Go?" David tilted his head slightly, an innocent look in his wide-eyed stare.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Who the fuck said you could leave?" The Ripperdoc's pupils shrank, his breath staggering. He tried to speak—tried to beg—but all that came out was a muffled "Mmmph!"

But his eyes said it all. "You promised!" David chuckled softly, voice mocking.

"Promised? Me?"

"I never said I'd let you go."

"I only asked if you wanted to live." His smile faded.

His expression twisted— Dark, cold, merciless.

"Now—"

"Rot in hell, you piece of shit."

"MMPH—"

BANG!

The trigger snapped back, and the gun kicked against his palm. The bullet tore through the back of the doctor's skull, embedding itself deep into the floor. The lifeless body crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut.

A moment later—

Blood and brain matter pooled across the tiles, still warm, still steaming in the cold air.

David exhaled sharply—his legs finally giving out as he collapsed back onto the floor.

"Fuck…" His heart pounded violently in his chest. His adrenaline was still surging, his muscles wired, his hands shaking. If he had a cybernetic heart, the rhythm would be so loud it could be mistaken for a drumbeat.

But at least— At the very least— He had completed the first step of his revenge. After steadying his breath, his gaze shifted— Back to Gloria's body, still lying on the cold surgical table.

His expression hardened. Every single person responsible for this tragedy— He wouldn't spare a single one. Even the Animals. Even that motherfucking monster—

Adam Smasher.

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Ssshhh—Haaa…

David leaned against the wall, cigarette dangling between his fingers. The cheap, synthetic smoke burned his lungs, but he didn't care. The neon glow of the Crematory Service sign flickered above him, casting a pale blue hue across his face—

A face that still carried traces of youth, yet now tainted with something colder, something darker. Behind him, the characters for "crematorium" were painted on the wall—

Standing as a silent, bitter reminder. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke swirl into the night air.

"…How fucking ironic."

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