Bio Weapon Dystopia

Vanguard remained in his cat form even during the next few quick gigs, saying that Vomi might need to face her own tribulations without his assistance. The two next days were pretty normal, even with this small handicap. Thanks to the bioware she was, Vomi still had reflex, speed, strength and even a small healing factor that could make challenges less of a hassle. Some of them were tough, like the one she needed to actually fight against a local gang along with the SFPD, and be questioned about her abilities for five seconds before a second wind of gangsters chose to attack again. After that, and Vomi saving them again, they decided to let it be.

Saved twice in a row, can't argue with that.

She got enough eddies that she actually paid for a room in a Megabuilding, since sleeping in the Colby was proving to also draw attention, even more when she was now stationary in the city. The room was nice—it had a bed, a shower that didn't have a door, a simple kitchen—basic stuff that she could work with as she waited for M-Tech's response for an interview. But while she waited, she decided to make some things that will be useful later in her life, much to Vanguard's amusement.

One of them was to actually do programming work as a freelancer, debugging some code here, starting the design of a programm there, fixing issues with software updates. The Cyberspace, even in the shallows of it for non-Netrunners, had plenty of opportunities for those who could use the technologies of the century. Thankfully, Vomi has the skills, but she still needs experience. Breeching safety protocols and single person ICE is something, but going against another Netrunner or even adaptable software is something she is going to face, sooner or later.

“Another request for system diagnosis.”, She said dryly, “How do these people fuck up their devices so badly?”

Vanguard, who was in her lap, casually glanced over the laptop screen, “I don't know. I am a Bio Weapon, not a Deckhead.”

“Me neither. But I know how to not fuck up my stuff.”, She groaned, accepting the gig.

“At least that increases our resume value.”, He commented, getting comfortable again in his previous position.

The scientist took a sip from a cup of coffee, “Still, when will they actually answer?”

“They are investigating our past. Since when chipped not long ago, they are digging everything they can before answering.”, Vanguard offered, his ears flickering with the soft typing in the laptop, “But I bet they won't refuse someone who can solve a major problem in the software department.”

“I would need to either dive in the net, or get hired by an even less known corpo.”

“Details, details.”

Vomi frowned, took another sip of her coffee, then turned to the system she needed to boot. A quick diagnosis and a few fixes. Nothing too hard.

The days blurred together with a rhythm of coding gigs, fixing people's messes, and waiting for M-Tech to finally respond. Vomi’s new routine was less about survival and more about making sure she kept a low profile while sharpening her skills. The Megabuilding room was just enough to feel like she had a base of operations, though it wasn’t exactly a luxury suite.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Vomi muttered as she scrolled through another client request.

"Could be worse. Could be the Colby," Vanguard quipped, his red eyes half-lidded as he lazily stretched out across her lap.

"Yeah, don't remind me," she sighed, fingers flying over the keyboard. “But seriously, why do so many people not know how to update their drivers? It’s like they’re asking for malware to creep into their systems.”

“People are idiots,” Vanguard replied with a purr, as if the thought didn’t surprise him one bit. “Besides, they’re paying us to fix it, so maybe don’t question their incompetence too hard.”

"True," Vomi conceded, finishing up another quick system patch and sending the bill. At least freelance work was keeping the eddies flowing while she waited for something real to come along.

The notification sound on her laptop pulled her attention. She clicked it open and saw the header she’d been waiting for.

M-Tech: Interview Confirmation

“Finally,” she breathed, a mix of excitement and nerves hitting her.

“About time,” Vanguard chimed in, hopping off her lap and settling on the bed. “What’s the deal? They giving us a shot?”

“Yeah. Virtual interview, tomorrow.” She scanned the details. “Looks like they’re still being cautious, though. It’s not with the tech team, it’s with HR.”

Vanguard’s tail flicked back and forth, his red eyes gleaming. “Perfect. That’s your chance to charm them with your dazzling personality.”

Vomi snorted, leaning back in her chair. “Right. My personality. Because that’s what they care about.”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short,” he replied, his tone mockingly serious. “You’ve got a certain… charm. People like you. Eventually.”

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, Vang,” she said, tossing him a smirk. But deep down, she knew he had a point. She could pull this off. She had to. It wasn’t just about the gig; it was about getting deeper into M-Tech’s systems, uncovering what Project Ouroboros really was, and getting a step ahead of whoever was keeping those secrets.

But for now, she had to focus on staying sharp. The interview was tomorrow, and if everything went well, this could be the breakthrough they needed.

“Well,” Vomi said, closing her laptop and getting up from her chair, “might as well get some rest and be fresh for tomorrow.”

Vanguard leaped back onto the bed, curling up into his usual spot, that being her shoulder, “It's still morning. We should do something to distract ourselves.”

“Shopping?”, She offered, chuckling at the idea, “I even sound like a normal woman saying that.”

“Your male features are getting overshadowed by the female ones, yes.”, He said, settling better on her shoulder, “But a new set of clothes would do good with the HR.”

Vomi ignored his remark at her previous identity, addressing the next point, “Like what, a suit?”

“Too obvious. Something casual, but that shows professionalism. A sweater, maybe?”

She nodded at the idea, “Sounds nova. Although I like my coat.”

“You are always wearing it.”, He deadpanned, looking at the coat that was still on her, “Could at least change which you use.”

“Can't help when every piece of clothing I put turns into either black or white, can't I?”, She snarked, actually getting a snort from Vanguard.

“Touché.”

Vomi got up, the cat symbiote still in the same place like his paws got glued to her shoulder, “If that's the case, we can have a few drinks, meet people. No one will care that they can see you as long as you don't talk.”

“Already putting me aside?”, He did a faux gasp, which was enough to make Vomi laugh.

“Your personality has grown quite a lot these days.”

“I am—”

“Adaptable, I remember.”, She put a hand to shut him up, “Don't need to be reminded every day about it.”

“Rude.”

With that, Vanguard jumped off her shoulder so she could change to more casual clothes. Today was going to be a nice and slow ride towards places both of them could enjoy, so she needed to get dressed appropriately. Then again…

“What should I wear?”

The cat realized something, “You have no idea how women dress, right?”

“.........no?”

“A dress—”

“Pass.”

The interruption was so fast that Vang needed to blink to process it.

“Okay, so no dresses.”, Vanguard nodded, still unsure why.

“Nope.”

If that was the case, what should Vomi wear?

If that was the case, what should Vomi wear today?

"We are going to party today, essentially."

"And buy new clothes.", Vomi added.

Vomi glanced around the room, rummaging through the limited wardrobe she’d managed to gather since arriving in the city. “No dresses,” she repeated, pulling out a few options. “Something comfortable but… stylish?”

Vanguard eyed the pile. “You mean the black jeans and tank tops you’ve been cycling through?”

“Hey, it works.” She tossed the clothes onto the bed and sighed. “But yeah, maybe something with more flavor. What do you think about a hoodie?”

“Too casual. We’re not just going to buy street kebabs,” Vanguard purred, “we’re making an impression.”

“Fine,” she relented, “what about those pants I picked up last week? The ones with the cargo pockets?”

Vanguard hopped up on the bed, inspecting the options like a fashion consultant. “Cargo pants are practical. Pair them with a fitted top. Maybe that bomber jacket you picked up at the flea market?”

“Bomber jacket? It’s better than my coat, I guess,” she said, pulling it from the closet. It was black—obviously—with a sleek design that still had a few tactical-looking straps and pockets.

She slipped it on, and Vanguard nodded approvingly. “Now you look like someone who can handle themselves and still get hired.”

“Not too corporate, but not too street,” Vomi muttered, checking herself out in the cracked mirror. “I like it.”

The streets were still buzzing as Vomi and Vanguard headed out. She got a few looks—probably because of the cat perched on her shoulder—but no one said anything. After all, it was 2077. People have seen weirder things than a cat with glowing red eyes.

They hit a few shops, grabbing some extra clothes—stuff Vomi could rotate through without looking like she was on a permanent undercover mission. As they headed toward one of the local clubs, Vanguard broke the comfortable silence.

“So, what are you expecting from this party?” he asked, his tail flicking idly as they walked.

“Nothing crazy,” Vomi said with a shrug. “Just want to relax, maybe make some contacts. It’s not all about hacking and gigs. Sometimes you need to know people.”

“True. Networking in the flesh has its perks.” Vanguard tilted his head, “And maybe you’ll overhear something useful.”

Vomi smirked. “Exactly.”

The club wasn’t as flashy as some of the other night spots in Night City, but it had a nice vibe—neon lights, heavy bass, and just enough of a crowd to feel alive without being suffocating.

Vomi found a corner booth where she could people-watch while nursing a drink. Vanguard curled up next to her, occasionally flicking his ears at interesting conversations happening nearby.

She relaxed, the thrum of the music in her bones, her mind finally letting go of the stress she’d been carrying. For now, she wasn’t thinking about M-Tech, Project Ouroboros, or the next gig. It was just her, Vanguard, and the city.

Then someone approached them, “Hey choom. You alone?”

Vomi glanced at the man who was holding a bottle of… something. Drinks and foods in Cyberpunk were weird. The man was decent though, actual normal clothes, no visible chrome that screamed danger, even Vanguard was chill near him.

“If don't count the cat, yeah.”, She said, pointing at the symbiote cat.

He meowed as a response, almost making Vomi snort.

The man chuckled, glancing at Vanguard. “Cute. Didn’t think cats were still a thing around here.”

“Neither did I,” Vomi replied dryly, sipping her drink.

“I’m Marco,” the man said, sliding into the booth across from her. “You don’t look like the regulars around here. New to the scene?”

Vomi raised an eyebrow, trying to gauge his intentions. “I blend in when I need to. What about you? You come here often?”

Marco shrugged. “I’m around. This place is quiet enough for some biz, loud enough to drown out the wrong kind of attention, you know?”

She nodded, silently filing that away. “So, what kind of biz?”

He leaned in slightly, his tone dropping. “Freelance work. People talk about you in certain circles. Figured you might be looking for something more… high-end.”

Vomi didn’t flinch, but Vanguard stirred on her shoulder. “You hear that a lot around here?”

“Only from the serious players.” Marco’s eyes gleamed as he took a sip from his bottle. “I’ve got a client. High-paying. Needs someone who can handle themselves on a gig that requires discretion and skills beyond what the usual mercs can offer.”

“Sounds like a lot of risk,” Vomi said, crossing her arms. “And I’m already booked.”

“Ah, but not for long, right? You strike me as someone who’s always got room for the right opportunity.” He glanced down at Vanguard again, smirking. “You don’t get a cat like that without knowing how to get your hands dirty.”

Vomi shot him a skeptical look. “What’s the gig?”

Marco leaned back, tapping his fingers on the table. “High-security data retrieval. A rival corp. The payout’s enough to keep you comfortable for a long time.”

Vomi stared at him for a moment, the music pulsing around them. “You’ve got a card or something?”

Marco slid a small chip across the table. “All the details. Take your time to think it over. But don’t wait too long. These kinds of opportunities don’t stick around.”

She pocketed the chip, eyeing him cautiously. “I’ll think about it.”

He stood up, giving her a small nod. “I’m sure you’ll make the right choice, choom.”

As he disappeared into the crowd, Vanguard’s voice hummed in her head, “That’s one to keep an eye on.”

“Definitely,” she murmured, leaning back in the booth, her mind now swirling with thoughts of this mysterious job.

The quiet night she had hoped for was clearly over.

“Fuuuuck, now I am curious…”, She groaned as she slid down her seat.

“Granted, it will give us a better impression at the interview if we complete it today.”

“But today was supposed to be rest-day!”, She whined, “Fuuuuck…”

Vomi slumped further into the booth, torn between her curiosity and her need for a break. Vanguard hopped off her shoulder and onto the table, his red eyes flickering with amusement.

“You could always just ignore it, you know,” he purred, licking his paw. “But… you won’t.”

Vomi groaned again, rubbing her temples. “Yeah, yeah. I’m too curious for my own good. Plus, high-security data retrieval? That sounds way too juicy to pass up.”

“Exactly.” Vanguard sat upright, his tail swishing lazily. “And if we pull this off, it might give us an edge at the M-Tech interview tomorrow. Show them we’re not just some amateur.”

“You really know how to push my buttons, Vang,” she said with a sigh, sitting up and pulling out the chip Marco had given her. “Alright, let’s see what this is all about.”

Slotting the chip into her interface, a series of files popped up. Blueprints, access codes, and a brief on the rival corp in question. It wasn’t M-Tech, but it was a player she had heard whispers about—Ascendant Innovations. Smaller, but vicious in its climb up the corporate ladder.

“This… this is serious,” Vomi muttered as she scanned the details. “Ascendant has some heavy ICE on their systems. We’re talking black market-level stuff.”

“Good thing we’ve been preparing for something like this,” Vanguard purred. “The laptop’s ready, and we’ve got some tricks up our sleeve.”

“Yeah, but we’re not diving headfirst into a corp war. Not without some prep.” Vomi stood up, grabbing her jacket. “Let’s go back to the apartment. I’ll need to load up some extra quick hacks before we even think about hitting their servers.”

“Smart. Let’s not get our brains fried tonight,” Vanguard said, hopping back onto her shoulder.

As they headed out of the club and into the neon-lit streets, Vomi’s mind raced with possibilities. This job was dangerous, no doubt, but if they pulled it off… it could be a game-changer.

And if not, well, at least she had Vanguard to help her crawl out of the wreckage.

“Guess tonight isn’t gonna be as chill as I hoped,” she said under her breath.

“Never is,” Vanguard replied with a flick of his tail, his red eyes gleaming in the night.

She got close to Marco who was trying to seduce another woman, who was not as interested as the man himself, “You.”

The voice was commanding, and it gave an awkward feeling that Marco might be caught cheating by the reaction everyone gave.

“Huh?”, The man stared back, “Oh.”

“Come with me.”

But instead of just waiting for a response, Marco was grabbed by his arm, a tight grip giving him some sense that he messed up on something, that kind of mistake you forgot you made. The previous booth was relieved and curious about what the hell just happened.

As they left the bar, Vomi finally allowed the man to walk on his own.

“Care to explain what the fuck did I do to you?”, He demanded, not a fan of being dragged around, it seemed.

Vanguard was now at the ground, but still walked close to his host.

“I am gonna take your gig.”, She explained, a frown still very much visible, “Today was supposed to be my day off. But thanks to you and my own flaws I wouldn't be able to sleep well after refusing this gig.”

Marco just stared at her, before blinking twice, “Thanks?”

“I'll go home and grab my stuff. You will explain everything to me while we are at it.”

At that, she pushed him to the Colby, ignoring the obvious protests and attempts of resistance, shoving him at the passenger seat, starting the engine and just flooring the gas pedal, all the while Vanguard was casually sitting on the car's dashboard, his paws working like a glue, even if Vomi was absolute maniac behind the wheel.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHH—”, Marco's screams echoed by the streets of San Francisco.

As they finally reached the Megabuilding, Marco’s first action was to puke at the side of the car.

“C'mon, it's not so bad.”, Vomi commented, still frowning.

“I am never letting you drive any car, ever.”

Vanguard, still on the dashboard, meowed at the suffering man.

"Fuck you too, kitty.”, Marco puked again.

Ugh…

Vomi glanced over at Marco, unbothered by his misery. "You’ll get used to it," she said flatly, stepping out of the Colby and stretching as if she hadn’t just hit ninety on the city streets. “Now, get up. We’ve got work to do.”

Marco wiped his mouth, still recovering from the ride. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re underprepared,” Vomi shot back, walking towards the entrance of the Megabuilding. “So, spill the details. What exactly are we dealing with here?”

Marco staggered after her, still pale but gathering himself. “It’s Ascendant Innovations. They’ve been quietly expanding their reach into areas they shouldn’t be. My contact says they’re running tests on something big, something way off the books. The files I gave you? They’re just the tip of the iceberg.”

Vomi nodded, scanning her surroundings as they walked. “And the security?”

“Like I said before, heavy ICE. Rumor has it they’ve got some nasty AI guarding their deeper servers. But…,” he paused, trying to keep pace with her as she entered the building, “that’s where you come in, right? You’re the best shot I’ve got at pulling this off. I saw your jobs on the Net, solving 60 requests in the last few hours. No one can do that without being top-notch.”

Vomi smirked, feeling a surge of confidence. “I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I’ve had my fair share of close calls. Just because I’m quick doesn’t mean I’m invincible.”

Marco shrugged, his face still a bit green but his demeanor shifting as they entered the elevator. “No one is invincible. But you’ve got a reputation now. If we’re going to crack this, I need you to stay sharp.”

“Just focus on the exit plan,” she replied, leaning against the elevator wall. “If things go sideways, I don’t want you frozen in fear.”

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and they stepped out into a sleek, sterile corridor. The stark white walls contrasted sharply with the colorful chaos of the streets outside, giving the place a clinical feel. “So, where are we headed?”

“Follow me,” Vomi said, Vanguard jumping to the ground and walking to the door of their apartment.

Marco saw the apartment. Nothing too uncommon for Netrunners, even those who don't dive in the Cyberspace, to have a humble environment to work with. Vomi put the bags of clothes on the kitchen table, probably thinking she wouldn't be able to try the looks of them today, maybe not even tomorrow, as she grabbed the laptop, starting it up and putting her personal chord on it.

“Nice place.”, Marco commented.

Before Vomi could respond, the cat climbed his way up to his shoulder. Even with Marco trying to stop the feline, he eventually settled down on his shoulder.

“H-hey! This suit is expensive!”

“He tends to do that.”, Vomi commented offhandedly as she coded new safety protocols, “Now tell me you have access to the shard you gave me.”

“I do.”, Marco got close to the laptop and handed another shard of his log-in service to the Ascendent Innovations, “This is my backdoor. Well, not mine, but you get the idea.”

She hummed in affirmation. Silently working as Marco watched.

And he wasn't impressed by how she was doing, but by the sheer speed she did it.

How can someone type this fast?

Vomi’s fingers flew over the keyboard, each keystroke producing a flurry of code that formed a digital barrier against the prying eyes of Ascendant’s security. The glow from the screen illuminated her focused expression, and Marco couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration and envy.

“Is this even legal?” he asked, glancing nervously at the door. “I mean, I didn’t think we’d be doing anything this… intense.”

“Legal? Seriously?” Vomi scoffed, not looking up. “You’ll learn to stop worrying about that.”

“Right,” Marco replied, swallowing hard. He didn’t want to admit that he was getting a bit nervous. “So, how long do you think it’ll take?”

“Depends on how secure their systems are,” she replied, her eyes darting across the screen as lines of code blurred together. “I’ve seen worse, but Ascendant is known for their aggressive security measures.”

Vanguard shifted slightly on Marco’s shoulder, his red eyes narrowing as he sent a mental message to Vomi, “They’re also known for getting careless. Let’s hope we find a hole before they notice us poking around.”

“Speak of the devil,” Vomi muttered, a flicker of tension in her voice. “I’m getting some heat on the network. They’re definitely on alert.”

Marco felt a chill run down his spine. “What do we do if they find us?”

“I already have countermeasures.”, Vomi activated a decoy quick hack.

It was way easier to have programs ready to boot every time while doing a breach. Thankfully, whatever Netrunner they have wasn't as experienced as Vomi was in this kind of battle. Coding? Yeah, she can be beaten, but fighting smart will always be better than fighting hard.

The decoy did its job, fake data in a mishmash of requests drawing the servers force to a different place while clearing the way so Vomi could continue her breach. If not for Marco's backdoor, this might have been impossible to do, but she needed to act faster and pull up some data.

“What am I looking for exactly?”, She asked, still typing hastily.

“Delivery routes, mostly. Ascendant hardly delivers data via the net. Putting it in discs and shards is way safer, but also easier to locate.”, Marco explained, his shoulder getting sore from the cat's weight, “Look buddy, do you mind?”

The cat's red eyes looked at him, then closed and settled back in his position.

“Figures.”

“Focus, Marco,” Vomi snapped, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she bypassed several firewalls, her mind working in overdrive. “I need specifics. What delivery routes do they use? Names, times, anything you’ve got.”

“Uh, right,” Marco stammered, glancing nervously at the laptop, trying to remember any useful thing he could say. “I overheard some of the logistics guys mention a drop-off at Pier 23. That’s where they bring in sensitive shipments. If we can get in there before they do, we could snag something big.”

Vomi nodded, the pieces falling into place. “And the security around that area?”

“Supposed to be tight,” Marco said, his voice wavering slightly. “They’ve got a few guards, but they mostly rely on cameras and drones to keep watch. If you can get us in unnoticed, we might just pull this off.”

“Great,” she muttered, her mind racing. “Let’s hope your contact’s intel is solid.”

“Why do I feel like that’s not a good sign?” Marco asked, a slight sense of dread filling his mind.

“Because it probably isn’t,” Vomi admitted, her gaze fixed on the laptop screen as the breach began to bear fruit, “Pier 23… There are some shipments here.”

“Look for something small.”, The man pointed out.

Vanguard finally left his shoulder. Jumping and seemingly inspecting the screen?

Uhh… sure.

“Looks like they want to make it seem like there isn't anything worth of value here.”, Vanguard pulsed his thoughts to Vomi.

“If I was a corporation trying to send sensitive information to another place, where would I send it? Where would I hide it?”, Vomi muttered, piecing together the clues.

Marco got to the other side of the laptop, “Probably here?”

Vomi looked inside the shipment’s files.

“A car?”, She wondered aloud.

“Can store lots of shards, has decent ICE protection, will be guarded 24/7 on the pier and ship…”, Marco counted in his fingers the number of advantages of the location.

“He's right.”, The symbiote cat said in her mind, “That's the safest place to put it.”

Before they could check for the veracity of the info, Vomi's connection to the server was shut down.

“That's our target then.”, The scientist sighed.

“Wow, that's…”, Marco wiped a bit of sweat off his face, even when he wasn't the guy who worked on the breaching, “Seeing a pro working is… intense.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m pretty awesome,” Vomi replied, a smirk dancing on her lips as she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “But hey, I think I just got an idea.”

“Uh-oh,” Marco said, eyeing her with suspicion. “What kind of idea?”

“A brilliant one!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What if we just, like, roll up to Pier 23 in a delivery truck? You know, act like we’re part of the crew?”

“Vomi, that’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” Marco protested, shaking his head. “You can’t just pretend to be a delivery person! They’ll definitely check IDs or something.”

“Okay, but hear me out,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “What if we throw on some work uniforms and slap a fake logo on the side? We could even make a sign that says, ‘Super Secret Delivery: Handle With Care!’”

“Seriously?” Marco stared at her, a mix of disbelief and horror in his eyes. “What’s next? A fake accent?”

“Exactly! I could totally pull off a convincing delivery driver accent,” she said, her enthusiasm infectious. “Picture it: we roll in, look all official, grab the car, and nobody suspects a thing!”

“Right, because they’ll definitely just let two random people with a terrible fake logo drive away with a high-security vehicle,” Marco countered, running a hand through his hair. “You realize this could end with us getting arrested or worse, right?”

“Or,” Vomi said, ignoring his panic, “we could get the intel we need without any fighting. We can have Vanguard keep watch while we play the roles of our lives. It’ll be perfect!”

“Perfectly insane,” Marco muttered, “A cat as overwatch?”

“C’mon, Marco! Live a little! When’s the last time you had fun?” Vomi shot back, a grin spreading across her face. “Besides, we can always bail if it gets too hot. It’s not like we’re married to the plan or anything. But it will be so fantastic!”

“Yeah, if your idea of a fantastic delivery driver is someone who ends up in a corpo prison,” Marco said dryly, “I should never have hired you.”

“Okay, so we have a plan!” Vomi declared, practically bouncing in her chair. “We’ll hit up a thrift store, grab some uniforms, and get a cheap spray paint job on an old delivery truck. It’ll be hilarious!”

“Yeah, hilarious until we’re caught,” Marco grumbled, but Vomi’s energy was contagious.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” Vomi assured him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Famous last words before the worst happening.”, He muttered.

“Well, that is if we didn't have this thing.”, Her eyes shined blue, a file appearing in his Agent.

“Did… did you just—?”

“Yup!”

“In that short time space?”

“Yuhuh!”

“...You are a psycho, aren't you?”

“Well, someone had to invite me to a gig when I was supposed to rest, so we either do this today or you can do it with someone else.”, She crossed her arms in a pout, “But I doubt you can do that now that they are on high alert.”

“That's precisely why this plan is dumb.”, He deadpanned.

“Sorry! Can't hear you over my awesomeness!”, Vomi said while going to her bedroom.

Then there was Marco in the room, with the cat looking at him with those big red eyes.

“What the actual fuck?”, He muttered, already regretting getting in this mess.

The cat meowed again, rubbing his face on his arm.

Marco petted the kitty, “Might as well go all in then. I am at least paid enough to deal with this.”

“Smart human.”, Vanguard aprooved.