Chapter 101 – There Is a Big Rat in Night City!
Arthur leaned against the Porsche, cigarette tucked between his lips, and took a slow drag while mentally reviewing his current inventory of cybernetic body parts. Mantis blades? Stolen from Oda. Feet? Lifted straight from Adam Smasher's gear locker. His optics? "Liberated" from an Arasaka lab during a blackout raid.
All signs pointed to a singular, inevitable conclusion.
"...Man, me and Arasaka really have a destiny."
Maine paused mid-load, halfway through shoving a reinforced prosthetic torso into the car's rear compartment. He turned, wiped a bead of sweat from his temple, and muttered, "If I were Adam Smasher, I'd stomp you like a roach, you Night City rat."
Arthur grinned. "Heh. If I were Adam Smasher, I'd have better taste in backup gear. And maybe a real face."
Maine chuckled and resumed stacking the rest of the crates. By this point, his nerves were starting to settle. This wasn't Arthur's first time doing something suicidal like looting an Arasaka asset. Hell, it wasn't even the second.
If anyone had a bounty on their head that would make the corpos salivate, it was Arthur.
"Eh," Maine shrugged. "I doubt Smasher even notices this kinda crap. Dude's busy crushing skulls for contracts worldwide. He's got better things to do than chase a chromehead with sticky fingers."
Arthur stretched his arms and yawned. "Exactly. Technically, I'm not even stealing. I'm salvaging. These are welcome-back gifts. Smasher's way of congratulating me for not dying."
Arthur tapped the trunk of the Porsche. "That's the kind of generous man he is."
Maine gave him the world's flattest stare.