The morning sunlight streamed through the glass windows of the high-rise, falling across Dexter DeShawn's face. He sat in his spacious, luxurious office, gazing out at the city skyline. The lights of Night City were still flickering, but the streets below looked unusually calm and peaceful in the early dawn.
Dexter was one of the most sought-after fixers in the city—nothing in Night City could escape his eyes. He had the instincts of a killer and the experience of a veteran. Rumor had it, anyone who did business with Dexter DeShawn was bound to gain both fame and fortune.
Across from him sat his loyal bodyguard and driver, Oleg—a tall, muscular man with cybernetic augmentations in his hands and neck to enhance his combat capabilities. He didn't speak much, but his loyalty to Dexter was absolute.
"Oleg, let's go see Suzy Q," Dexter said, still staring out the window.
Oleg nodded silently, stood up, and gestured for Dexter to follow. The two left the office and got into the black luxury car parked downstairs.
Oleg took the driver's seat while Dexter settled into the back. The car started smoothly and rolled into the streets of Night City. Dexter watched the passing scenery, his mind filled with thoughts.
Late last night, he had received a message—a powerful group had arrived in Night City, stirring things up across the city. That piqued his curiosity, because he knew such disruptions could affect his business—either for better or worse.
"Oleg," Dexter said, "did you hear? A new group just showed up in Night City."
Oleg was quiet for a moment, then replied calmly, "Yes. I've heard."
"Who are they? And why are they here?" Dexter muttered, frowning slightly.
Oleg didn't respond, focusing on driving. He knew Dexter wasn't just asking—he was planning his next move. As always, Oleg would obey and protect him without question.
The car passed through the bustling streets, the skyscrapers gleaming under the sunlight. Dexter kept his eyes on the view, lost in thought. He knew this city was full of both opportunity and danger, and only those who stayed alert could survive.
Finally, the car arrived at the meeting spot with Suzy Q. Oleg parked, and Dexter stepped out.
Inside the private lounge, Suzy Q sat elegantly on a sofa, a mysterious smile playing at her lips as she looked at him.
"Dexter," she said warmly, her voice smooth and magnetic. "Long time no see. You still look as sharp as ever."
"You too, Q," Dexter replied coolly. "Seems your business is thriving."
Oleg stood behind him, quietly scanning the room for threats.
At first, their conversation was casual—city gossip, business talk—but Dexter knew Suzy Q never called without a reason.
After a while, Suzy smiled knowingly. "Dexter, are you interested in some information? About the newcomers from yesterday."
Dexter didn't answer immediately. He pondered for a moment. The intel he'd received earlier told him this group was formidable—but he wasn't sure yet whether knowing more would be a blessing or a curse.
"Go on," he said finally.
Suzy leaned forward slightly, her eyes glinting. "Two of them came to see me. Their goal was clear—to collect as much tech as possible."
"You know," she continued, "Night City is full of valuable technology, especially military-grade systems. From what I've seen, there are two corporations they're interested in—Militech and Arasaka."
Dexter listened carefully, considering how this might benefit him. Military tech was tempting—but also incredibly dangerous.
"Q," he said finally, "why tell me all this? What's in it for you?"
Suzy's smile deepened, her gaze locking on his.
"Dexter, I thought about it all night. You're one of the most influential fixers in Night City. We need someone like you to help us gather more intel—and you know how to use information better than anyone. For me, this is business. If you help us, we'll share some data that you might find interesting." Her tone carried both charm and subtle challenge.
"So you plan to take it all, huh?" Dexter smirked. "Aren't you afraid they'll retaliate once they find out?"
"Oh, I am," Suzy said with a teasing smile. "But I'm counting on you, Dexter. You're a big name in Night City. Just make sure you don't mention any of this to the Militech people—especially that arrogant Meredith Stout."
Dexter understood the hint. He chuckled. "Funny you say that—I'm already working with her."
"Then tell me," Suzy asked, "what do you know about their strength?"
"One word," she said softly. "Legendary."
Dexter, mid-sip, nearly spat out his drink. "What? Did I hear that right?"
Suzy nodded seriously. "Yes. One of them uses electricity. My people said he moves unbelievably fast."
"Electric? You mean some kind of Sandevistan mod or high-end cyberware?"
Suzy shook her head and replied in a tone that made Dexter's blood run cold.
"No cyberware. Not a single implant." She repeated firmly, as if afraid he wouldn't believe it. "Not one."
"That's impossible!" Dexter stood up abruptly, disbelief written all over his face.
"Then how do you explain what happened?" Suzy said sharply. "In minutes, they wiped out fifty Maelstrom members. And rumor has it, those psychos who hate you so much? They were taken out too. Could it be them?"
Dexter frowned, thinking deeply. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made—and the more uneasy he felt.
"So their real target is Militech, not some corporate sting operation?" he asked cautiously. This was crucial. If these people were that powerful and truly after Militech, then the city's balance of power was about to shift—and his own fortunes could rise or fall with it.
Seeing Suzy's confident expression, Dexter chuckled. "All right, Q. You've convinced me. I'll play along. But first, we need to get through this storm alive."
Back in his luxury car, Dexter sat quietly, lost in thought.
If these people could really infiltrate Militech's HQ and tear up the city center, they'd gain access to untold resources and weapons.
A greedy smile crossed his face.
"Maybe I should hire more mercs."
He leaned back, watching the neon lights flashing outside the window as the car sped through Night City's chaos.
Suzy Q's information had shaken him—it made him question everything. The idea that someone could fight like that without cyberware was beyond belief in Night City.
"Who are they?" he wondered silently. "And why are they here?"
He knew he'd need to tread carefully—never revealing his true intentions. At the same time, he began to plan his next move. For a fixer, power was the only real currency. If he could secure more mercenaries and advanced gear, he could protect his influence—and perhaps expand it.
The car glided through the city's glittering streets. The world outside blurred into streaks of color, but Dexter's mind was crystal clear.
"I have to be careful," he told himself. "This could be my biggest test yet—or my biggest opportunity."
As Night City's skyline faded in the distance, his resolve only grew stronger. In this city, only the strong survived.
"If I could," Dexter thought with a grin, "I'd ask Suzy exactly what they look like—and just how powerful they really are. Then I'd know how to place my bets."
Then, he remembered the word Suzy had used to describe them—
"Legendary."
Dexter DeShawn couldn't help but scoff softly.
"Legendary, huh?"
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