Cyberpunk 2077: No Coincidence by Rafał Kosik

Author:Rafał Kosik
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Orbit
Published: 2023-03-28T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER_8

“70-10, status update.”

“70-10, standing by.” The driver tossed out a half-smoked cigarette and closed the armored door.

“Code 1-4-1. Sending coordinates. All units respond.”

“70-10, en route.”

He slid down the tinted visor on his helmet and started the engine. The console display lit up with a map of the target’s location and the fastest route. The driver didn’t even have to look—it hovered in his retinal display. They pulled into traffic, lights flashing and siren wailing, forcing a few cars behind them to slam their brakes.

“One forty-one,” said the soldier to his right. “Shit’s goin’ down.”

“’Bout fuckin’ time.”

They heard the familiar sound of weapons being loaded and checked in the back.

Traffic was the bane of almost every driver’s existence in Night City. But before the truck’s massive, sleek black hood, other cars were nothing but obstacles that obediently swerved out of their way.

“70-10, intercepting target in seventy seconds,” the driver said.

If he could, he’d ram through every single car. Code 141 even allowed it. But there was always a chance the truck could get damaged—or even cause a pileup. The risk was minimal, but protocol was clear—avoid collision if possible.

They passed dilapidated, graffiti-covered buildings as they seamlessly traversed the unkempt streets of Vista Del Rey, then with a screech they swerved onto the road leading to Charter Hill.

“Target is driving a silver Quadra 66,” the dispatcher’s voice crackled through the radio. “Priority is to secure the target. Eliminate hostiles only if target safety is not jeopardized.”

Two more dots appeared the map, both heading toward the same objective, though the other patrols were farther out.

“70-10, I have a visual on the target,” the soldier to the right announced.

The silver Quadra zigzagged as it tried to dodge the other cars. Fifty yards behind it, a black Villefort Cortes was giving chase. It was larger, heavier, harder to maneuver, but it was gaining. Finally, the Quadra veered into a nearly empty parking lot in front of a strip mall. Only seconds later, the Villefort made the turn. That’s when it spotted the patrol truck. With a screech of its tires, it turned back into the street and sped off with a roar.

“70-10, permission to pursue hostiles,” the driver said. “One hundred percent chance of interception.”

“Negative, 70-10. Primary objective is to secure the target.”

The truck overtook the Quadra and stopped beside it, covering it in case they came under fire.

“Move out! Go, go!”

The soldiers spilled out onto the asphalt and expertly took up their positions. Two of them fired shots at the Villefort speeding away, but even if they landed, they wouldn’t stop it. The third covered their six, and two more moved toward the Quadra. It was undamaged; the driver’s door was open. No one was inside.

“Militech unit 70-10.” The soldier spoke into his comms as he looked around the abandoned lot. “Area secured.”

A few long seconds passed before a woman in a suit calmly emerged from behind one of the pillars. Unshaken, composed. She lit a cigarette before making her way toward the squad. Two of the soldiers’ ID scans flashed on their visors.

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