Pinky finally brought the car to a stop as we reached the rotorheads. One of them stuck out more than the other ones, a guy with no metal in his head at all.
Either he is hiding the metal or he really doesn't have any.
"Let's go. I don't want to be around these freaks for too long." Pinky said as he opened up his door.
I didn't need to say anything so I just got out of the car and waited to see what Pinky was grabbing from the back. It took a moment, but then he came around the side of the car with a briefcase.
"Karma must really be desperate for this thing. I can't believe you guys are willing to make a deal with us." The weird man spoke with a bit of shock in his voice.
"I don't care to talk much about it, let's do this exchange already and be done." Pinky responded with a serious tone.
"Alright, whatever." The weird man said with a bit of an irritated tone.
I don't trust anything about these rotorheads guys since they definitely seem like the type to start shooting for no reason. Or maybe it would be better to assume that they might want to keep the item from the deal as well.
Pinky hasn't really told me anything so I don't know what it is that we are collecting from these guys.
I kept one hand on my deagle as I watched the exchange happen, watching for any potential threats. It was already a risk to come to a location like this in one of the sketchiest parts of the city.
They all seem to be keeping a close eye on me as well but it doesn't matter anymore since Pinky got the briefcase from them.
"I'll be happy to do business again in the future." The weird man said with a strange smile.
"Doubt we'll see each other again freak." Pinky replied without any hesitation.
With the exchange over it was time to head back to the car, nothing seemed to be happening anyway. It felt comforting to be back in the car after seeing such a weird group of people.
None of them made any suspicious moves though which was the important part of my job here.
"Onto the next stop. The next group of people we are meeting with are kind of fancy. It isn't a gang, but a corporation instead. They are pretty annoying, just keep watch like before." Pinky instructed while starting the car.
"You got it." I responded with a laid back tone.
I'm basically playing the role of a guard for a guy like him which is kind of crazy since he's so much bigger than me. He's also got a lot more metal than me as well.
I would think that people would be pretty scared to be face to face with him.
He doesn't scare me very much but I don't want to get on his bad side so I'll stick to what I'm told. Everything is slowly starting to line up with time.
It might even be smart to invest in some education about this metal on my arm. Rezex said to talk to doc about how to properly use the arm.
When I get back that might be the next best idea for me to do.
"Good. Off we go then." Pinky said with a bit of satisfaction in his voice.
One day I'll be the one giving orders to people like him instead, that day is going to be on of the best days.
We started our travel for the next meeting after that, a meeting with a bunch of corporate scum was next. Pinky didn't seem to be very talkative for this part of the drive either, it wasn't very surprising.
"The Foundation is who we are meeting with." Pinky decided to speak up out of nowhere.
"The Foundation?" I questioned with a bit of confusion.
"A corporation looking to make the world a better place for everyone, not that they ever will." Pinky answered.
I've never really known much about the corporation around the city since most of them take each other out at some point. Both literally and through money.
Most will just take over the competition if they have enough money to do so or they will pay gangs to handle the competition.
Not everyone is cutout for that kind of work though.
Some gangs actually despise the thought of working for a corporation, even if they are being compensated pretty well. Personally, I'd never work for some corporate scumbag.
They all look down on us like we are the worst beings to exist in this city.
"What are we getting from these foundation guys?" I asked with a curious, yet serious tone.
"Hardware. A few of our people could use it to make some proper gear for the mana port raid." Pinky responded with a genuine tone.
The guy who doesn't want to talk much is actually answering me when I ask questions about what's going on with the exchanges. That definitely surprised me quite a bit, but I guess some people can be useful.
He probably won't always give me the answers I'm looking for, but at least I know what to expect now.
The sketchy part of the city was finally starting to disappear as we entered the corporate district. No more lurking around in the bad parts of the deadline sector, not anymore today at least.
I can actually see a lot of the giant towers that these corporations have around here, most are decorated with all the advertisements for their company.
It was quite sickening to look at since most of them aren't helpful for people like us.
"The Foundation meeting spot isn't much further, be ready." Pinky advised with a cautious tone.
I don't think it is that worrisome when it comes down to these type of people. They don't really have any interest in shooting unless it'll benefit them.
They won't get anything from us if they kill us.