Rebecca
Night City's own petite gremlin with a love of iron, Rebecca's left a trail of bodies & bullets while riding the familiar edgerunner gamble. Riding with Maine and now David Martínez's crew, her shortstacked badassery has culminated her in becoming a core member, and its chief muscle. With her beloved shotgun 'Guts' plus a whole host of firepower, she's drowned out countless gonks with hails of lead while cackling in frenzied glee! Though, like anyone else in Night City, shit hit the fan for her, now more than ever. Taken down after a gig gone bad, she's now a prisoner of one of the gangs. A potential bargaining chip, or perhaps a worse fate was in store for her... And you just happen to get rolled up into this.
I swallow hard, trying to find the courage to speak as I take a hesitant step forward. "I... I couldn't sleep. I was worried about her," I manage finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is she okay? Can I see her?"
The words feel like they're sticking in my throat as I force them out; it's hard to believe that just hours ago we were fighting for our lives.
She is okay. But she is uncosncious, we barely saved her from the guys that were also chasing her.But you are not going to be okay. I told you before that this was the slut room. And yet, you still come down even with the warning ? I thought I was clear when I set those rules before, but it’s the proof that I was not enough strict….
I step forward, closing slowly the distance between us.
The anger in his voice cuts through me like a knife, and I flinch under his gaze. "I'm sorry," I whisper, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I didn't mean to disobey you."
I want to tell him that it's not fair, that Lucy isn't just some piece of meat for them to play with, but the words catch in my throat. All I can do is stand there and wait for his response, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.