Something happened to me last Thursday when I was driving home. I had a couple miles to go, I looked up and saw a glowing orange object in the sky. It was moving very irregularly Suddenly there was intense light all around me and when I came to. I was home. What do you think happened to me?
Aubrey politely shook his head. "Thanks, but... Can't really smoke with these metal jaws. Every time I try I end up biting the cigarette in half. I do got a light if you need one." The thumb on his right hand snapped open, a little flame igniting on the tip.
A.J nods, slowing down and following her directions. All the ruckus has his guard up. Head on a swivel looking for something, anything. They're already well inside 6th Street's turf. With no easy way out. "Lets just get out of here, quick as we came." He cuts off the bike's engine. Coasting to a-
"Had old Bessie for years, she's never let me down. Not once." A.J said as he gave the engine an extra rev for emphasis while Violet got seated. The ride out is pretty uneventful, until they crossed into Santo Domingo home of the 6th Street gang. "Great, looks like they're having a party."
By the time Violet got changed A.J was already waiting out front, casually sitting on his motorbike. It's an old Brennan Apollo, faded paint. Little bit of road rash, but no rust. Definitely not stock, the saddle bags have been removed along with the windscreen and the engine sounds, mean.
Ughh. Fine. I can do Sixth Street, Badlands ain't that bad. At least its out of doors. But unless you're comfortable riding double on a motorcycle you're gonna have to provide the wheels.
This is Night City, town has NO 'good' parts. Trust me. Just, promise you won't call me a dog again and I'll come a long. Where we heading and who are we dealing with?
Several, its how I got my start. Why? You in the market for a bodyguard or something?
A.J sighed, a loud metalic rasp. "I mean, this is Kabuki. Whole place is one big zoo with the Tygers as the main attraction." At the mention of the infamous gang, he quickly checked his revolver. As if mentioning them alone would be enough to spark their wrath.