Chapter 37 - 36: Get Sales and the City of Dreams!
Arthur twisted the throttle of the motorcycle Mitch had loaned him and roared off toward Night City, the Badlands dust kicking up behind him in a long plume. Compared to bulky four-wheeled vehicles, motorcycles felt like freedom incarnate—nimble, fast, and capable of weaving through even the tightest choke points of the urban jungle. It was the perfect choice for someone like him who thrived on speed, reaction, and chaos.
As the wind tore past his ears, Arthur's phone buzzed in his jacket. He swiped the call onto his visor display, and a familiar voice crackled to life.
"Well done, Arthur. You're still a treasure. The money will be transferred to your account immediately. You're happy, I'm happy, and the client's happy. A classic win-win-win."
Arthur scoffed. "Happy? I wouldn't go that far. That mission dug deeper than expected. If there's a next time, you might want to ease up on the surprise twists."
He didn't fully understand what Thor intended to do with the stolen data, and honestly, he didn't care. Arthur had learned that in Night City, every layer you peeled back only revealed more rot. Jobs that looked clean on the surface were almost always steeped in corps politics, betrayals, and red flags waving like parade banners.
"We delayed Military Tech's involvement for now, but that just means biotech will come knocking next," he muttered. "That's how the food chain works around here—one predator down, another ready to bite."
"I'm just the middleman, Arthur," came Qwen's voice, breezy and detached on the other end.
Arthur smirked bitterly. That was Night City's favorite excuse. Everyone was "just" the middleman. But in a city where information could kill, even the courier was stained with blood.
"Alright, Qwen. You mentioned cooperation before. You want something? Spit it out."