[ This is my first time writing a fan fiction. I hope you like it and I would appreciate it if you could leave a comment and tell me your thoughts. ]
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When I opened my eyes, someone was banging on the door of my damn house.I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 6:30 in the morning. I grabbed the gun from under my pillow, ready to put a bullet in the head of the man who had stolen the thing I loved most—my sleep.
I walked angrily to the door. The moment I opened it, I realized a kick was coming straight for my face.
I immediately stepped back, caught the kick, and yanked its owner inside. As soon as he hit the floor, I pressed my knee into his back and shoved the barrel of my gun against his head.
"Now listen, scum. I don't care who you are. For dragging my damn mind away from the dreamworld harem, I'll make sure nothing is left of your head." I growled.
But the moment the words left my mouth, I felt a threat at the back of my head. Without hesitation, I snatched the gun from the belt of the guy on the ground with my free hand, rolled to the side, and aimed both weapons—one at the man lying on the floor, the other at the threat I felt behind me at the door.
My sleepy haze vanished the instant I sensed danger, and my battle mastery ability awakened. I looked carefully at those in front of me.
The one lying on the ground was Pilar, and the one aiming a gun at me from the door was Rebecca. Behind Rebecca stood Davina, wearing a yellow jacket. She immediately stepped between us and introduced herself.
I lowered my gun and handed Pilar back his weapon. Leading them toward the cabin where Gloria was waiting, I noticed them glancing around curiously.
As we approached the cabin, I saw Gloria waiting for us. I complained, "Hey, Red, did you really have to text them at the crack of dawn? Me and my dream harem were just about to get to the best part."
She rolled her eyes at me.
Before I could finish whining, a teary-eyed girl stepped forward—it was none other than Davina Martinez.
After leaving her to talk with her mother, I went to shower. Before going, I warned them not to touch anything, since I couldn't guarantee nothing would explode if they did.
When I got out of the shower, I heard a whistle. Removing the towel from my head, I saw Rebecca, Lucy, Kiwi, and the others staring at me and my body.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the special gear I had made for my mercenary work from the wardrobe in the corner. Without caring about their stares, I dropped the towel wrapped around my lower half.
That drew another whistle, and of course, it came from that bastard Pilar. Ignoring him and the others, I dressed in my special outfit and headed into my personal weapons room.
Inside, I took two pistols I'd need for today and a few tools I'd crafted earlier. On the gun table was a new bracelet I'd recently finished. I grabbed it and strapped it onto my wrist.
Once ready, I left the armory wearing only a half-face mask covering the lower half of my face.
With everything prepared, I returned to where Davina was speaking with her mother.
Kurt: "Alright, that's enough for today. If you want her to recover fully, she can only stay awake a maximum of two hours at a time. Guess what? Two hours are up."
Gloria and Davina turned their attention to me. They both nodded, and I made a few adjustments on the cabin's console to put Gloria back to sleep.
After Gloria drifted off, Davina looked at me. Clearly Gloria had told her everything, because she thanked me. I brushed it off, saying it was nothing, and added that her mother's beauty had simply given me extra motivation to save her.
Davina blinked at my words, then giggled.
After leaving her and her mother, I escorted the rest out of the house. I told Davina that if her mother kept recovering at this pace, she'd be ready to enter the surgical pod within two days.
She thanked me again, and I told her if she really wanted to thank me, she should speak more favorably of me to her mother.
Hearing this, Pilar, Maine, and Dorio laughed, while the other girls gave me annoyed looks. I told them not to be so gloomy, that there was enough of me to go around for all of them. The moment I finished speaking, I was greeted by four middle-finger salutes.
As they climbed into their vehicles, I mounted my motorcycle and set off to pay another visit to the city dump.
(POV: Davina and the crew)
After Davina and the crew got into their vehicles and left:
Rebecca asked, "Hey Davina, what do you think about muscle-man? Are you going to tell your mom about him?"
Davina looked at her in surprise. "Muscle-man?" she asked.
Rebecca's eyes sparkled as she nodded. "Yeah, muscle-man! Just thinking about his damn body makes my mouth water—especially after seeing what he's packing under those pants…"
Kiwi and Lucy rolled their eyes at Rebecca's remark, but even they couldn't help but feel a little flutter in their hearts when recalling the moment.
Dorio didn't really care. Sure, Kurt was handsome, well-endowed, and had a great body, but she was in a relationship with Maine, so such things didn't bother her.
Seeing Davina still confused, Rebecca described everything she had seen in detail. All the girls there couldn't help but imagine it again as she spoke.
Maine cut in, "Davina, what do you think about this guy Kurt? Do you think leaving your mother with him is a good idea?"
At his words, everyone grew serious and turned to Davina.
She looked at Maine and said, "I'm not sure. But when I asked my mother, she said it was fine. She told me Kurt was like her. She even told me that during a mission he was shot, betrayed by his partner, and sold to the scavs." Then she explained everything Gloria had told her.
Hearing Davina's story, everyone grew furious and cursed. Rebecca spat out a few loud swear words.
The team calmed themselves to focus back on their mission.
(POV: MC Kurt Boz)
Meanwhile, I arrived at the city dump. While I was storing anything useful into my system inventory, Regina called me. She told me she'd handled Jack's business and had another job for me.
I asked what it was. She said she wanted me to rescue a nomad who had been captured by scavs.
Curious, I asked more. She explained that her fixer contact Dakota Smith had reached out, and after recent events, she thought I was the most reliable merc for the job. That's why she was bringing it to me.
She offered me 7,000 €$ if I brought the nomad back alive, or 3,500 €$ if dead. If I accepted, she'd send me the full mission details.
After thinking it over, I accepted. I noticed it was 14:08 when the call ended, and almost immediately a message with the mission data arrived. I geared up and headed for my motorcycle.
Before getting on, I focused on the mission details. Then I mounted up and hit the road.
I stopped two buildings short of the target—a ten-story structure. The mission file said the nomad was on the fourth floor, and that the entire floor was under scav control.
Taking the side alley, where no one could spot me, I raised my right arm. My bracelet shifted, and a small grappling hook extended out.
Through the lens in my eyes, a targeting reticle appeared, letting me choose where to fire.
I locked it on a broken window ledge on the fourth floor. The hook shot out and embedded itself into the concrete beside the glass. With a mental command, it pulled me swiftly up to the window, just out of sight from those inside.
I didn't immediately peek or enter. I waited, listening for any sounds.
When none came, I carefully looked inside. The only thing there was an operating table stained with blood—no one else was in sight.