Soundtrack:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SexLqob64pw
September 24th, 2045
2119 Local
Night City
Corporate Zone
The pings went out simultaneously at 2057, each delivered to a specific runner: Nyx, Kentucky, Whisper, Cipher, Lube.
Seven Doves
West Entrance
Now would be better, ASAP will suffice
Dress as appropriate as possible
-Jasper
Not that any of the Edgerunners summoned even knew that the second most popular restaurant for the current brand of new money even had a west entrance. Most of them probably didn’t even know it had a main entrance. Maybe Whisper, hanging on the coattails of a security detail managed to make the lounge. He certainly never made the dining room. Not that kind of money in their line of work.
The team assembled half a block north and advanced en masse up the street and trying to ignore the questioning eyeballs on cops, corporate security, and the washed masses who leak money around here.
Turning down an alley cleaner than the main streets where the various Edgerunners live, they find the west door. It’s easy to make, L. Seth is chain smoking cigarettes next to the steel monstrosity controlling access to the fine dining establishment. Kenji is pretty sure he sees a rat wearing a monocle and a necktie politely hand a mustard crusted lamb chop to a waiting raccoon.
L. Seth tosses a cigarette into the empty spaces, marring the pristine concrete. He checks his watch.
“Jesus,” he quips.
“Twenty-four minutes, I don’t know who’s more whipped. Jasper or you guys.”
