CyRun - Chapter 3

“That’s the place,” Mancini said as he pointed to one of the many skyscrapers in the city. 

The mysterious man drove the car out of the lane and, while hovering around the skyscraper, “Floor.”

“Oh, right. Erm, thirty seven.” Then as if realizing that wasn’t the smartest thing to say since all floors looked almost identical from the outside, “Five floors above this one.”

The man nodded as he drove the vehicle and began circling were Medici said. The old man raised his forearm centimeters from his chin and flipped his arm-phone open. Common as dirt, cheap, and fully equipped to the point of being comparable to a portable computer, they were covered by synth skin and surrounded by adaptable flexo skin to accommodate to the person’s forearm size.  He typed something on it before saying, “Hey Lou, it’s me. Open the garage.”

“Boss, what happened?” Lou asked. “We heard there were shots fired in the restaurant, are you all right?”

“Of course I’m all right. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be here, I would be dead or on a crater in the lower levels. Now do as I tell you instead of asking the obvious.” Then he remembered his bodyguard. “And get the auger to the hangar. Silvia is hurt, badly.”

Augers were doctors who specialized in cybernetic implants and grafts. 

“All right, boss,” Lou said. “Just give me a moment.” Medici sighed before closing his phone.

After a handful of seconds, two huge gates on a side of the building opened wide. “Go inside.” 

The mysterious man nodded and did so, the gates closing behind him as he landed the vehicle inside the hangar. There where several people waiting for them already, all wearing suits and ties. They were his bodyguards, who quickly circled the car the second it landed. The stranger kept his expression cold and careless.

Medici got out of the car, hands quickly on his coat’s pockets. “Boss,” shouted one of the men as they walked towards him. “You all right?”

The old man massaged his eyelids. “Are you deaf or just stupid? I already told you I’m fine, Lou. Now where’s that auger?”

The mysterious man got out of the car without saying a word. Half of the people surrounding the car ran towards Medici and covered him, while the other half surrounded the stranger. All of them brandished shotguns from their suits. “Stop right there, mother fucker,” shouted one who was wearing sunglasses.

If the stranger was at all surprised or scared, like always, he didn’t show it, his eyes remaining half closed as if his life being in danger and having several shotgun pointing at him was nothing more than a nuisance.

The man who shouted walked towards him, shotgun pointing at the stranger’s face. “Who the hell are you? Who send you?”

“Wait,” Medici shouted, but it fell on deaf ears.

“Say behind us, boss,” said one of the people circling Medici, putting one of his hands on the old man’s right shoulder to pull him closer behind him. “We’ll take care of this.”

The man with sunglasses walked towards the mysterious man. “Who the fuck sent you?” 

The mysterious man said nothing. The bodyguard with sunglasses took a step towards him before cocking his shotgun. “Speak, you mother fuc—“

The stranger lounged forward with his arm extended, grabbed the bodyguard’s shotgun, pulled it away from him, and by the time everyone had a chance to do something about it, the bodyguard with glasses had his own shotgun pointed at his face, the eyes of the mysterious man remaining cold and almost soulless.

Everyone shouted obscenities and gasped as they took a step back, still pointing at him with his weapons. The stranger looked around. They were all shaking.

“Stop,” old man Medici had seen enough. He knew the stranger was far too fast for any of them, even when all of them had cybernetics implanted. The moment his bodyguards had doubted, they had lost. “God dammit you fucking imbeciles, he is with me,” he shouted.

“What?” One of this bodyguards asked.

“You fools, he’s the one that got me out. I’m alive thanks to him.” He walked out of the circle that his muscle had done around him. “Now drop your fucking guns, all of you, before we kill one another only because you don’t listen.”

His body guards looked around nervously, since there was a person they didn’t know pointing a shotgun at one of them, but they knew better than to disobey Medici. They lowered their guns.

“Now, you.” Medici pointed at the stranger. “Give him the shotgun back.”

The mysterious man looked at Medici. Even with his half open eyes, there was a glint of intensity on them. “You owe me.”

Medici raised an eyebrow, taken aback but quickly recovering. “Yes, I know, I’ll pay you. Now do as I told you.”

The stranger looked at the bodyguard with sunglasses in front of him, who by that point had his hands raised. He grunted before giving him his weapon back. The bodyguard took it without skipping a beat before taking several steps back.

“Now, where the hell is that auger?” shouted Medici.