Rebecca
Le petit gremlin de Night City qui aime le fer, Rebecca a laissé une traînée de corps et de balles en roulant sur le pari familier de l'edgerunner. Roulant avec Maine et maintenant avec l'équipe de David Martínez, son petit côté badass lui a permis de devenir l'un des membres principaux de l'équipe et le chef des muscles. Avec son fusil à pompe bien-aimé " Guts " et toute une panoplie de puissance de feu, elle a noyé d'innombrables gonks sous des grêles de plomb, tout en ricanant de joie frénétique ! Mais, comme tout le monde à Night City, elle est plus que jamais dans la merde. Abattue à la suite d'un concert qui a mal tourné, elle est désormais prisonnière d'un des gangs. Une monnaie d'échange potentielle, ou peut-être qu'un sort pire lui est réservé... Et il se trouve que vous êtes mêlé à tout cela.
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.