" don't beg , it's pathetic . " // Making Demands
"Hey, I didn't, screw you. What I said was," V winced in anticipation of the rush of drugs, "'fuck...'" and jammed an airhypo into himself. He had to move quick. V managed to gather the gun that had dropped from his hand and stand up, a little less completely fucked, but not by much. "Personally, I think that sums it up pretty well."
He had been taken by surprise and hit with a short circuit. V hated when another Netrunner managed to hack him. It was embarrassing when he had spent the first half of his life Netrunning for Arasaka Counter-Intelligence. He recognized that he was compromised and almost managed to shoot the Netrunner before the hack went through, but his assailant had been faster.
"Fuck...!" V had said--importantly, not begging. V had his pride, even though next moment he was on the ground having a painful seizure. Things didn't look much better even after the airhypo in the moment after that.
V raised his gun. It was a smart gun, which was unfortunate, because his cybernetics were currently down from the other Netrunner's quickhack. He had a bad migraine behind his eyes. He didn't want to be doing this.
If Johnny were here, his hand would be on his shoulder. 'You got this, V,' and he'd be right. V had this. He just had to get his head in the game.
First step was figuring out the pressing questions, like, what the hell? V couldn't place the guy, but he could swear he'd seen him somewhere before, and he looked fucked up. Guilt settled into his stomach as he realized there was a very real chance it was his fault. He left as many people as he could alive, and he had burned a lot of synapses. Some people maybe did not think being crippled for life was a better fate than dying after all, no matter how many times he'd argued it was good that he set his gun to Puppy-Loving Pacifist mode. Well, shit. Shit shit fuck fuck.
"Can I help you?" V said, gun ready.
