Two years had passed.
It feels like a lot got skipped over, but I’ll move on.
To list a few of the major things that happened:
A year ago, Lucy finally joined the crew.
The signs of Edgerunners were finally starting to show.
Could anything make me happier than this?
There was the sad occasion when Sasha left the crew
because of work on the farm,
but she was still in close contact with the crew.
It was no big deal, but sometimes she would call the crew in tears,
saying she wanted to hand in her resignation.
My actual job, the company work, was also proceeding smoothly
now that my direct subordinates had come to the city.
It feels like only yesterday that I was running all over Night City
to establish a branch office.
For the not-so-long span of two years,
I lived the grueling life of an office worker,
but now, the Edgerunners story
I had waited and longed for so desperately was about to begin.
For David and Lucy’s romance,
I had spent nearly ten years laying the groundwork.
Now that work had eased up to some extent,
for the past month, I had personally kept a close eye on the Martinez family
and Lieutenant James Norris,
spending my time tailing them by car alongside the bored Howard and Dustin.
"So how long are we going to keep tailing them?"
"Until they get home safely."
"I’ve worked for you for quite a while, Director,
but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you go this far."
"The old man’s right. I’m jealous of this kid,
getting so much attention from the Director."
"He’s a kid worth putting this much effort into.
That’s why I’m being so meticulous."
"If that is what you think, Director,
I will offer no further comments."
"The three of us are tailing a baby bird with medical equipment in the car
that puts an ambulance to shame. I don’t even know what to call this."
"Dustin, please just drive safely."
"Of course I’m driving safely. It’s just kind of novel—and awkward—
doing this with both my superiors."
"Assistant Manager Dustin, this would be a good chance
to build a closer rapport with the Director."
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David Martinez.
A troublesome student at Arasaka Academy.
A boy from an ordinary household
who lived with his paramedic mother.
There was nothing particularly special about him.
Just another ordinary resident of Night City.
After observing him for nine days,
I considered the boy to be perfectly ordinary, without anything remarkable about him.
He was such a frail being,
like a baby bird not even worthy of evaluation.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Old man, it’s starting to get noisy behind us.
What’s going on back there?"
"Assistant Manager Dustin, am I not handling the rear?
Focus entirely on your driving for now."
"Old man, that sounded pretty cool!
Where’d you pull that quote from this time?"
"Assistant Manager Dustin, do not get excited.
We are working with the Director right now."
"Right! We’re working alongside the Director right now,
so how much longer are we going to drive this slowly?"
"Dustin, in three minutes,
you may floor it as much as you please."
"Three minutes? That’s too long."
Bang!
"Assistant Manager Dustin, focus."
As the gunfire from behind us drew closer,
the Director’s eyes gradually began to take on a strange mix
of seriousness and mischief.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The gunshots rang out in rapid succession.
Before long, the gang and the corporation vanished from sight,
and the baby bird’s car was quickly riddled with holes.
Crash────!!
Not long after, the front of the car crumpled,
and it flipped completely upside down.
The mother bird was thrown from the driver’s seat,
while the baby bird lost consciousness inside the overturned car.
"Old man, the gangs around here really are something else.
They aren’t even built that well, yet they strut around half-naked."
"Assistant Manager Dustin, what nonsense are you trying to spout now?"
"Our Director’s muscles are far more artistic
than those steroid-pumped beasts."
"Dustin, please just wait quietly.
Howard, get the baby bird out of the car."
"I will complete the task swiftly, Director."
"I’ll wait diligently too!"
Ignoring Assistant Manager Dustin’s answer, which was something like a battle cry,
I headed toward the baby bird.
The baby bird was in better shape than expected.
He had only a few minor abrasions on his face,
with no injuries that looked serious.
I opened the car door through the window, quickly moved the baby bird
into our car, gave him simple treatment,
then ran over to the Director.
The Director was securing the mother bird to a stretcher.
Her condition was the complete opposite of the baby bird’s.
Only fractures and bleeding were visible externally,
but her internal injuries were likely much worse.
"We’ll take the baby bird home first,
and treat the mother bird before anything else."
"As you say, Director."
The baby bird, whom the Director cared so much about,
was sitting peacefully in the back of the car, unconscious.
He had no idea what would become of himself or his mother.
I do not know how he ended up tangled up with the Director,
but let me offer my condolences in advance.
"All right! Check that our patients are secured!
I’m about to floor it as much as I want!"
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