Contrary to the name there were more than just weapons here. There were vehicles, cyberware, weapons, armors and even robots. The vehicles ranged from armored personnel carriers to aerial vehicles and tanks. I myself didn't take any of those as I only had so much space in my inventory and vehicles took up a lot. Not that I wasn't tempted though. The place was laughably guarded as it had cameras and sensors only and I easily disabled those with my powers. I was practically giddy as I started my "shopping trip" in the armory.-
I took weapons, cyberware, full sets of armor and even several crates of robots of different types. Everything else I flat out sold to the system shop for a massive pay day. Well over a million system coins large pay day. Satisfied I left for the Afterlife finally. The ill named bar was the domain of Rogue who was dubbed the "queen of fixers" because she was both the longest lived active fixer and a legend in her own right from her younger days as an edgerunner. The Afterlife was a sort of watershed for the mercs in Night city as only those who have a solid reputation got in, that or being a plus one for someone who did.-
The name of the bar and it's location were bits of irony and dark humor on Rogue's part as the place was originally a morgue. The name was probably chosen by her because the end of all mercs was death. The Afterlife was where the dead were remembered past that end. As a gathering place of most of the cities veteran mercs I could only sigh when I de-elementalized in the center of the bar only to be met with a hail of bullets.-
"Rude. Now then where's Rogue?" I said calmly.
The many guns still pointed at me in tense silence by the many mercs was my only answer.
"Why don't you all stop pointing those useless things at me and save us all some time?" I asked as I waved my hand casually and magnetized the guns in the hands of the mercs and watched passively as they all got slammed into the many metal objects nearby firmly.
"I hope you plan to pay for the damages, that's a lot of bullet holes." a female voice spoke and I casually tilted my head to look at the source.
Rogue
"Would it have killed you to just tell them to put the irons away?" I asked annoyed.
The black haired older woman shrugged "I wasn't sure what to do honestly. Neat trick by the way, some sort of electricity based hologram?" she said curiously as she circled me.
"Nope, magic. Don't scoff, I'm here in honest to gods flesh and blood. See." I said as I poked her hard enough to make her stumble.
"Sure lets call it magic then." she said clearly still disbelieving me "What do you want? Well besides nearly giving everyone here heart attacks that is?" she asked all but as a demand.
"Business of course. Couldn't be bothered to try and use normal methods to talk to you so here I am." I said honestly.
"And you couldn't use the front door for some reason?" she said with a challenging raised eyebrow.
"I'm eleven, I'd get laughed at if I showed up at the front door." I said with a deadpan look.
"Fair enough, let's talk biz then." she said as she walked over to a booth and shooed those in it out.
I ignored the still abundant stares by the mercs in the bar and followed along and slid into the booth. It was cozy I suppose, the seats were mostly well taken care of and the lighting gave the spot a mysterious feeling.
"So what's this biz that you'd skip the line to talk about it?" she asked casually as she leaned back in the seat.
"Got a pal who is getting started with some business of his own. Making chrome, guns, the works. Won't share the details how but he's got old net blueprints for a lot of stuff as well as current gen blueprints. Trouble is he's just getting started making it and needs more space and resources to really get going. If money was the only issue I could help him myself but unfortunately this takes a heavy reputation to stand as his backer and cover it. Something I don't have obviously, you though do." I explained honestly.
"Old net stuff? Precrash?" she asked surprised.
"Yep, not small time business as you can tell. Top shelf stuff, obviously he needs THE top shelf fixer to back him." I said with a grin.
"And what do I get out of it? I don't do probono, not for stuff this big." she said seriously.
I held out my hand a three bars of gold dropped onto the table from seemingly thin air.
"A bit of grease to entice the wheel to move and whatever deal you work out with him after that. Just try not to take too much advantage of him for his inexperience." I said calmly.
She reached out skeptically and with a look of profound confusion and shock discovered that the gold bars were actually there and not holograms.