CyRun - Chapter 5

“Hey, what do you think is his deal?” a bodyguard wearing a hat asked one of his colleagues as they entered the kitchen and saw Gabe, putting some salt on his fingertips. He was on the table, eating a plate of very thinly sliced red meat, eyes closed as if enjoying every morsel.

Three men entered the kitchen and closed the door behind them, all of them part of Medici’s outfit, and they didn’t look too pleased, specially the one in the middle, with eyebrows arching forward. They didn’t know who he was or why he had helped their boss, but they didn’t care. They didn’t appreciate a total stranger coming in as if he owned the place.

“I don’t know, but he has kind of a face you just want to punch, doesn’t he?” said the bodyguard to the left, loudly and on purpose, he wanted the man in front of him to hear him. Half of his face was grafted, with pieces of metal and cables going in and out of it.

“You’re right about that. Wonder if he ever knows how to fire a gun,” said the one to the left, who looked normal except for the cybernetic left eye. He took a step forward, hands on his pocket, feeling with intense bravado. “This son of a bitch walked right into the wolf’s den and doesn’t even know it.”

The one on the front, sunglasses covering his eyes, walked until he was in front of the table, the man being an arm away. The other two bodyguards quickly followed him, “Tell you what you son of a bitch, this is how it’s going to go down. You are going to drop your fucking wiseguy act and get the fuck out of our faces, you see?” He opened his coat. He was armed. Gabe’s didn’t open his eyes. “We know who you are,” the man said, and Gabe smiled for a second. “Do you find it amusing, dead guy? Ok, I’ll tell you this then, the second you leave we’re going to track you down, and you’re going to give us whatever credits the old man gave you, or we’re going to slice your fucking throat open.” The man raised his voice, “You fucking heard me?”

Gabe finished his plate. The three soldiers expected to see him at least shaking. He wasn’t. After a second, Gabe nodded, stood up,  plate in hand, and opened his eyes.

“Good, now get the fuck ou-“

Gabe punched the middle bodyguard on the neck before he could finish his sentence. He clutched his neck before jerking back and falling to the ground. While the other two men reached for their guns, Gabe threw the plate at the right one’s face, knocking him out cold, before reaching for the salt shaker on the table and smashing on the last bodyguard. He reached for his face as he fell to the floor, small drips of blood seeping through his fingers.

Gabe closed his eyes and shook his head. “Pointless.”

He turned around and was about to ask for another plate he heard the kitchen door open behind him. He looked over his shoulder; hand on the gun resting inside his jacket. On the door there was a balding man with the left half of his face being completely cybernetic, metal, plugs, and exposed wiring were his skin should be. “Hey Gabe, Medici is calling for you.” He put his cybernetic hand on the doorframe, the pinkie finger crooked backwards, as it had failed and never repaired. His eyes darted to the floor, “What the fuck just happened here?”

Gabe said nothing as he turned to face the man, his hands on his pocket, his expression cold and careless to the point it seemed like he was bored out of his mind. He walked towards the door and stood right in front of the other man. The man trembled the second their eyes met, overwhelmed by Gabe’s presence. Gabe limited himself to smirk and pat the man on his shoulder. “They tripped,” he said as he left towards Medici’s office, leaving the man scratching his head in confusion.