Marlon's player was away this week, so Rolando's player was actually controlling him this week. The band mentioned below are the PCs from a previous Cyberpunk 2020 campaign, that was if anything even more insane than this one.
We learned that one of the girls was Angeline, the daughter of one of Night City's biggest drug barons, and her friend Mandy. She was extremely worried that we might be working for her father, and was very relieved when we said we weren't. She asked to hire us as a private security team, which we weren't sure about until she offered us a daily rate of 1000eb each. She explained that she and Mandy were going to join a church called Trinity, and her father disapproved. Given that Trinity were the same people who'd shot at us and tried to steal our netrunner several weeks earlier, we weren't too impressed with the idea either.
"Aren't they run by a pervert?"
"Which one?"
"The one we saw on TV."
Requiem decided to take advantage of the fact they were now all staying in the penthouse of Night City's most expensive hotel, and ordered room service on Angeline's bill: six burritos and a bottle of WD40. Angeline was planning on a bit of a party in the room before any religion joining happened, maybe hiring some hookers.
Rolando: "They come wherever you want."
Mandy's opinion on this was unavailable as she was in the bedroom with Marlon, a.k.a. Bruce Leeroy. He had recently acquired a Jeet Kun Do martial arts chip, and while it hadn't settled into his mind properly yet, he was still quite determined to attempt to teach it to other people.
Or at least, we assumed that's what the sounds of vigorous exercise coming from the bedroom were.
Room service arrived. Real food was a bit of a novelty for the team. For Requiem it reminded her of the only other time she'd eaten real food: her first date with Ricky. She put an Adele cassette in her Walkman and sat down to cry for a while.
The night passed uneventfully, the only thing out of the ordinary being Mandy getting up in the middle of the night for a snack and being surprised to find Quinton still awake. (As an appropriately accoutremented borg, he didn't need to sleep every night.) Mandy wasn't quite so keen on joining Trinity, despite having already received the 'first blessing', and reckoned Angeline would be bored with it in about a week and they could move onto the next thing. Quinton wasn't quite so sure that was the way cults worked, and giving her a careful scan he noticed that her muscle density was significantly higher than usual.
The next morning the team awoke bright and early, unlike Angeline and Mandy. There was just one issue with being a security team however; weapons. All they had on them at this point were their Arno pistols and Requiem's mono power wolvers, and while this was a pretty respectable armoury by itself, it couldn't hurt to add a few bigger guns. So Nemo and Requiem went back to the house to collect weapons, photos of Ricky, and Virtue, as the team expert on Trinity.
With Angeline and Mandy finally awake and drinking bloody marys (inexplicably without petrol or hardware), Virtue attempted to convince them what a bad idea joining Trinity would be. They were not swayed, however, and Angeline wanted to go shopping.
Several hours of torture followed, as Angeline tried on almost everything in the shop, until Requiem noticed some suspicious looking types that were staying unsettlingly close to them. She asked Nemo and Quinton to go and talk to them, and there were almost weapons drawn until we established that they were actually working for Angeline's uncle Jorje who was there to attempt to convince her to come home. He failed.
Back at the hotel, the attempt continued, with Requiem finally making some progress by pointing out that the cult would probably take her clothes away and make her wear boring stuff instead. Before we could get much further down this line of reasoning, however, she decided that she wanted to go out for the night.
Quinton booked tickets for a nearby venue that were hosting a Doomcow concert, paying a small fortune in Angeline's money for VIP tickets for all of them.
The venue was heaving with several thousand attendees, and even the VIP area involved a queue to get in, but once inside they were treated to Doomcow playing some of their greatest hits, including 'I'm On Fire' and the classic 'Bro Tube'. With the entire band being heavily addicted to sweetness and therefore subject to severe time dilation effects, it was always 50:50 whether a Doomcow concert was going to be prog-rock or speed metal, and this time it was prog-rock.
Dancing ensued. Quinton and Requiem both gave creditable performances, but the star was Bruce Leeroy whose moves quickly got the attention of most of the club while everyone else took notes. Nemo, Rolando and Requiem decided to take advantage of the opportunity to get drunk on someone else's dime, Requiem being particularly keen to get blackout drunk as her obsession with Ricky Sixx had returned full force along with her empathy. Unfortunately with her cyber liver activated she was unable to get drunk at all, and even after turning it off could only manage moderately tipsy despite a lot of vodka.
At last they left the club. Quinton had called a battle cab, but when it arrived he noticed that the driver did not match the picture on the cab's registration. He refused to get in, and we all started walking back to the hotel instead.
Part way there, we noticed the same cab was parked on the street we were walking down. We pretended to ignore it, but then it suddenly started up and drove right at us.
Requiem grabbed Angeline and dragged her out of the way. Quinton jumped onto the roof. Bruce Leeroy attempted a flying kick to the windscreen, went right through the screen guard, kicked the driver in the face and ended up stuck in the car. Requiem and Rolando shot at the car, wrecking its wheels and bringing it to a stop. Then the car exploded, as cars are wont to do in Night City. Quinton survived unscathed. Bruce Leeroy survived, thanks to emergency medical intervention from Quinton, but his right leg remained in the windscreen while the rest of him was carried away.
Will the team successfully infiltrate Trinity using Angeline as an unwitting mole? Will she decide that having to dress in religious garments is too horrible to contemplate and go home to Daddy? How will Bruce Leeroy react to having lost yet another leg? Find out in the next thrilling episode of Ramos Reportage!
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