Chapter 12: The Fury of the Severed Arm

Tick-tock.

The sound of the holographic phone connecting echoed through the night.

“Has the device been inserted into Dog Town’s network? What’s the status?” The man’s deep voice came from the other end.

Under the cover of darkness, a woman leaned against a car. Her posture was impeccable in a tailored suit, her patent leather corporate heels spotless, and the pale gold components of her prosthetic hand faintly reflected a halo of light.

“Done. Looks like the Netherhound gang is making quite the ruckus. As for Hanson… he’s still delivering his personal diatribe—spouting nonsense like a foul-mouthed scumbag.”

She waved her hand dismissively, shooing away some flies attracted to the gutted corpse beside the car, its insides scavenged by cleaners.

Soon, her superior sent through some data from within Dog Town’s network.

“Confirmed. There are people from Night City Headquarters involved in this treacherous betrayal.”

Her eyes glowed blue as the data streamed to her.

“Abernathy’s been riding high lately. That wench is desperately wagging her tail before the higher-ups, trying to steal my thunder—and several regional client orders remain unfulfilled. This Dog Town job must be executed flawlessly. The counterintelligence department’s manpower and resource assessment this time has placed you on the promotion list.”

“Is that so? Well, isn’t that just splendid.” The woman’s voice was melodious, tinged with a slight nasal lilt, calm and measured.

Her superior continued, “Hanson wants us to lose business. This batch was all rerouted from Europe, ostensibly for our external sales.”

“But you know we don’t bankroll warlords. Dog Town won’t let us meddle, and he can’t take our goods either.”

“The European arms smuggling exec has already been taken out by our people. As for who at Night City did this, that’s on you to uncover. The Frankfurt deal is crucial—I’m keeping a close eye on it. The Cloud Sea Project is at a critical stage.”

“The Dog Town matter is fully entrusted to you. I expect a report upon my return.”

The woman acknowledged, “What about the military tech?”

“Ignore it. They’re terrified we’re in cahoots with Hanson. Let those dogs scramble on their own.”

The call ended. She crossed her arms, watching the firefight unfolding down the mountain.

Something was amiss at Night City Headquarters, and the counterintelligence department bore the brunt of the fallout. Every time there was a messy clean-up job, it always landed on their doorstep—layoffs were the best outcome. Who knew when their badges might be revoked and corporate agents would come to take them away?

And then, they’d be erased cleanly, without a trace left behind.

At that moment, amidst the gunfight below, one figure appeared on the list her superior had sent.

After a moment’s thought, the woman turned, opened the car door, and prepared to start the engine. In the distance, several scavengers stealthily circled closer in the dark.

“Kidney cutters, huh? Interesting.”

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