Guns for Hire - Script Ten
Forlorn
Hope, Night City 11.47pm 08/05/2015
Vrasten watched Skinpin walk out from behind the bar, his arms wrapped around both Banger & the new girl, Razor's, hourglass waist's,
"How does he do it ?" murmured Mariusz
"Viagra " suggested Gonzales
Skinpin, grinning, joined them in the corner booth, "Are we rich yet or is it still just scraps of paper"
It had been just over two months now since they'd limped back into Night City, paid off the caretaker & crept into the warm bosom of the Forlorn Hope.
Things had, to say the least, been difficult, first, for Vrasten, was the inconvenience of the missing fingers on his right hand, the ripperdoc had done a good job all right, complete with pretty fake flesh, by the time they'd finishing cutting however he'd pretty much, for a price, got a complete new hand, that was the easy bit.
Politics , now that was a hole different kettle of fish , with Striker dead they really hadn't had a clue who their paymaster had been or who for that matter cashed in Striker & Mr Black's chips at Burbank, whilst they were pretty sure Joshua's playmates, Petrochem, had been involved, it didn't add up as to why the gunship had blown away the Osprey after Mr Black was already wasted.
Hoping that who ever was behind the big guns thought they'd got blown away in the fire work show they'd kept a pretty low profile since getting back in to NC, they'd spent thier time trying to turn the government bonds into hard cash, problem was they couldn't exactly walk into the bank & draw funds against them, sure they'd managed to fence some of them around town but for only a fraction of there real worth.
On paper the safe had contained just over 950K in bonds & share certificates as well as 200K in hard cash, so far they'd turned about a quarter of the ticker tape into greenbacks, about 90K, with what they'd been paid for Joshua & the lap top less paying the old guy off, Vrasten's cyberware as well as surviving they had some 400K between them, on the down side if Petrochem didn't think they were dog food then 400K wouldn't get them a whole lot of living.
"So, were not rich yet then" said Skinpin, "Bummer, still on the bright side, Banger an' Razor yeah, hot stuff or wot"
To be continued . . . . . . . . . .