Chapter 152

Chapter 152

I reconnected my audio and visual link with Malcolm once I was sure it was over.

Malcolm you there?

*Motoko! You okay?*

Im fine Malcolm, just some unexpected defenses. I guess I should have known a gun shop wouldnt ignore their net defenses as well. Im moving in now. Then I did just that, first stopping at the Turrets to examine what was left of their code.

I couldnt find anything that would give them a defense against my stealth Daemons. Until I looked up and noticed there was actually a defensive system around their cubby. A few minutes of examining it and it made sense.

The turrets had their own barriers around them that turned off once they started attacking. It was actually brilliant, as they were protected right until they noticed someone. Sure with this knowledge I could probably make some adjustments and double check for such a thing in the future, but to see something new like this?

Fascinating.

*Motoko?*

Its nothing Malcolm, just some cool netrunner stuff. Im heading in now. I took a long moment to examine the door that led further inside and even sent a breach access into the door, just to make sure it wasnt trapped. After confirming it was clean I opened the door and stepped through.

It was a room. Just a server room really. Files stored in digital file drawers that would be folders on normal computers.

I accessed the rooms functions after making sure there were no defenses in here, and did a search for grenade information.

A few minutes later I found the file I wanted. Blueprints to create an EMP grenade that the shop sold, at least it would be better than the junk I had messed around with so long ago. Better than just a battery overloading.

I looked around and did a few more quick searches, gathering up more details on other grenade types, and some data on silencers. Just in case I could learn something new.

Then I pulled out, making sure to cover my tracks, and running the hell away before whoever owned the shop figured out they had a digital break in.

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Blegh. I groaned as I pulled free. I was mostly okay at this point, but my brain still felt hot from all the hacks I had pushed through my deck.

You okay?

Yeah yeah. Just a headache. I grumbled, as I pulled out a MaxDoc and huffed it down. Instantly the pain faded, and I unplugged from the netrunner chair and stretched as I wandered over to the small sink in the basement. A few seconds of washing my face, and pouring cold water over my neck I felt much much better.

So that was kinda scary. Malcolm offered and I nodded.

Yeah I wasnt expecting that sort of defense. I mean most shops I breach into dont have much security. Then again I dont think Ive tried to hack a gun shop before. It was usually food stands, or hotels.

You handled it though?

Yeah. I could have just disconnected from the server as well. The system couldnt lock me in. I threw him a thumbs up. But more importantly. You got the data upload right?

Yep! Right here! He ran back to the laptop and flipped it around, showing the blueprint of an EMP grenade. Looks complicated.

Eh. Mostly I just need to know how they make it. Once I know the parts they are using I can either copy it, or make adjustments to make it cheaper Or stronger. I answered. But really. Malcolm. Thanks. I appreciate the backup.

Hey, no worries. Honestly. Im glad I was here to help, especially if you are in the net doing stuff that crazy.

Yeah the net is certainly a world of its own.

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I treated Malcolm to lunch, and he ended up actually following me around to all the shops I had to hit to gather the parts for all the different grenades I was going to make.

Slamming all the bags onto the work bench in the basement, Malcolm was carrying bags as well, helping me save a trip all the way to the car park. He grunted as he dropped the bags, sighing and rubbing his arms.

You really need all this?

Not really, but I want to make a few Laser Grenades because Thats just cool. I answered and Malcolm did sort of shrug and nod together at that.

True.

And those things are kinda complicated. EMP stuff is pretty cheap, and thats what I have here.

Preem. So are you going to make them now?

Yeah, I can do that. Want to watch?

Yeah. He offered and I smiled as I ran over to the CAD program. First I needed to make my own design since I wasnt using the weapon shop's exact design for the grenades.

I pulled up the design of my frag grenade that I used to print the casings in the printer, and started making adjustments.

*100 Engineering XP Gained.*

I smiled at that as I almost instantly got the alert and slammed through it. The changes were only minor really, a few additional holes cut into the casing to fit the battery that would be the source of the EMP.

Finished with the file I uploaded it and sent it to the Printer, then grabbing an old casing I plopped it into the 3d Printer and in ten minutes cut out the sections I would need.

Here Malcolm, something you can do to help. See all these Casings? When one is finished just put it into the machine to keep making more. Im aiming for at least a dozen of these. The boy looked over the printer and nodded instantly.

That I can do.

With that I set to work. Malcolm was a big help in running around to grab things for me, as I took the blueprints I had learned from the weapon shop, and made a few minor adjustments for my own style, and then slowly put together an EMP grenade. I was extremely careful when I finally placed the battery into the casing.

Almost nervous as I purposefully rolled my chair to the far side of the basement as far from the server and netrunning stuff as I could before finally sealing it all together.

*100 Crafting XP Gained.*

Done?

Yeah. First one anyways Want to go test it?

Hell yes!

Yeah, most of the recent stuff is no good. Too much chance of pissing off corps or big groups. Ill try to get something thats workable to Judy soon.

Hey, whatever you can bring in will be good Im sure! He offered and I shrugged. I hadnt really thought about it in a while. The BD stuff was still mostly just something for fun.

Ill have to reach out to Wakako and see if she has any gigs. I did a short one of me klepping a car, but nothing really happened, so I never bothered to give it to Judy.

Hey you know There is one thing we could use some help with. He suddenly asked, and I blinked.

Whats up?

So Hiromis got the SLS working guard duty right? Well, theres been some trouble recently. One of the sellers and his guards were beaten and everything was taken. Didnt think much of it at first, but then it happened again.

Wait. The girls already brought this up. I told them to bug Hiromi.

Yeah, same situation, but this just happened. She hasnt done anything yet, but the guys I have selling are getting antsy, and SLS arent doing much better.

When was the last attack?

Yesterday. He said and I frowned at that. Ill talk to Hiromi about it, let me know if anything new happens as well. Thats not okay.

Thanks Motoko, I knew youd want to get involved as soon as you heard. He said and I realized he had purposefully been out here waiting for me.

You wanted to go around Hiromi with this. Why? I asked suddenly and he jumped at my words before relaxing.

Honestly? She doesnt care enough about my chooms that are getting beaten. Youre a street kid though. Youd understand.

I really didnt understand, but I sighed regardless. Ill talk to Hiromi again, talk to you later Nox.

See ya around Motoko.

This was not the problem I wanted to deal with right now.

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Its not like that at all! Nox you fucking shit. Im gonna fine you so hard for this shit! Hiromi ranted a bit after I called her wanting to meet up. I was at her apartment after school, and she wasnt happy.

This is the same problem as before. If it was still going on, why not have me help? I asked more curious than anything.

I was trying to get more info! I have some feelers out to try and find out what is going on! Im not even sure they are being honest. The three that have been stolen from were all the lowest sellers. I had already spoken to Nox about how we might cut them loose if they couldnt sell anymore just before this happened!

Hiromi. I groaned, rubbing my face. Just, assume this actually happened. What would you do? Hiromi looked a little uncomfortable for a moment.

Probably call you and Section 9 for a gig to hunt down whoever is attacking my workers.

Okay, so thats what we are going to do. Call in everyone. Malcolm and I were hanging out most of the day so he should be just home with his parents. But this is a gig.

Wait, you and Malcolm were hanging out all day!?

Yeah. I needed someone to help watch my back while I did a net dive. Then when I was making more grenades we just hung out and talked. It was fun.

Hiromis face went through a wild array of emotions before she went blank. Im glad you had a fun day.

Thanks Hiromi. Sorry you were stuck in class all day. Will your parents let you leave to do Section 9 stuff right now? I know you cant always get away on school days.

Oh its fine. After the Badlands gig, my parents gave me a blanket exemption from most of the rules as long as its work related. I just really cant abuse it, or else.

Nova! I cheered smiling. That's really cool. They must really trust you now.

Ugh. Mom is acting super proud and stuff. She even told her co-workers about me, to sort of make fun of their kids who are all idiots.

I just snorted and nudged Hiromi. Well lets get to work then!

She nodded and her eyes went yellow as she started making calls.

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An hour later everyone arrived at my netrunner lair.

So thats the situation. We are going to find out who is attacking Hiromis business and kick some teeth in. I explained. But Malcolm shook his head right away.

Motoko. If the sellers are the ones being jumped like this? They are probably moving in on someone elses turf. Hiromi isnt the only one selling BDs after all.

I know that! Hiromi snapped, but I put a hand on her shoulder.

Hiromi Malcolm wasnt being mean, just explaining something he noticed. Right? I turned to him and he nodded.

Yeah. Its preem that you put together a BD business Romi. Youre our Corpo, I wouldnt shit talk you. He added and Hiromi perked up a bit.

Right! Sorry. I just I feel stupid for ignoring this.

Its fine! We are here to handle it now! Malcolm, Ichi, you both have a better feel for the city than us. Do you know of any groups that sell BDs in the area that might be causing us problems?

Charter hill? Difficult to say. No one technically owns the territory. So it could be any minor gang. Or one of the big ones but honestly? If it was 6th St. They would have told the kids to fuck off. Then they would have beaten them. Malcolm said and Ichi nodded.

And if it was the TC, we wouldnt be talking, because the poor gonkd be dead. Ichi added. Most TC bosses dont appreciate someone moving in on their income.

Okay so in that case We do it the old fashioned way. I muttered looking at the netrunning chair.

Yes!

Awesome!

Ill go on a snack run. Just the usual stuff Malcolm, Hiromi? Ichi asked as he rose up, and I was left as the only one in the room annoyed at the situation.

This is what I get for being skilled at things huh?

I sighed and headed over to the chair to get plugged in.