Vash and Jackie passed through the scanner and went straight for the front desk.
The receptionist behind the counter offered a practiced bow, "Yōkoso. Greetings, and welcome to Konpeki Plaza."
"We'd like to check in." Jackie said, his face perfectly serious.
On the way over, Vash had reminded him of the trick to playing high society: keep your voice low and controlled, keep your posture clean, and never look hurried.
So Jackie deliberately dropped his tone. With his build, it came out intimidating rather than refined — but intimidating worked just fine.
"Hai. Certainly. Please wait a moment." The receptionist said.
"V… how'm I doing, huh?" Jackie asked under his breath.
"Keep it up." Vash replied.
"May I ask what name the reservation is under?"
Jackie: "Victorino."
"I've found it. A two-person Lapis Lazuli Suite." After verifying the record and their identities, the receptionist added, "Gentlemen, I'll notify Taki-sama at once."
"No need." Vash cut in smoothly, "Miss, may I ask — is the Lapis Lazuli Suite the most luxurious double room Konpeki Plaza offers?"
"Sir, the Lapis Lazuli Suite is our second tier. We also have the Obsidian Suite on a higher floor, with better room service and a more beautiful view of Night City." the receptionist explained, respectful and composed.
{T/N: The highest known suite in Konpeki Plaza is the Mookaite Suite on the 46th floor. But since I assume the author created an original suite, they kept the gemstone naming style. I also placed this new suite on the 86th floor because it seemed to fit.}
Jackie immediately leaned into the role, voice deepening another notch, "So your people can't even handle something as simple as booking the room properly? You have any idea how long we traveled? Eighteen full hours from Barcelona Nova. Upgrade it to the Obsidian Suite. Now."
The receptionist looked from Jackie to Vash, "Would you like to pay the difference to upgrade?"
Vash produced a credit shard, "Upgrade it. We did travel a long way. We'll be needing the best double room."
After charging the fee, the receptionist returned the shard, "Your room has been upgraded."
"Thank you, ma'am." Jackie said, playing it off like he'd been born in a suit, "We'll rest a while, then we'll go find Taki ourselves. Tonight's moonlight is just as enchanting as you are."
He was spouting nonsense, but he delivered it like it was a line he'd rehearsed for years.
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Once they were safely inside the elevator, Jackie couldn't hold it in anymore — he was practically buzzing.
"V, this feels like I'm about to beat my high score in Roach Race. I'm fired up, choom!"
In the original line, Jackie would've been tense the first time he set foot somewhere this high-end.
But now? He was treating Konpeki Plaza like a final-stage gig — impossible obstacles, maximum stakes. And honestly, he wasn't wrong.
"Jackie, it's good to be happy." Vash warned, "But don't let it go to your head."
"I won't." Jackie said, nodding hard. Then he blinked, "But what does 'go to your head' mean?"
"It means you get too hyped and ruin something good." Vash explained, "Think about it — would a Night City legend like Morgan Blackhand be jumping around before a job? No. He'd keep it calm… then let people praise him afterward."
Jackie processed that, then drew a long breath and steadied himself, "You're right, V. Real pros don't get excited beforehand." He thumped his chest once, "We're pros. We're the best duo."
The elevator soon reached the 86th floor — higher than their original room, and closer to Yorinobu's penthouse at the top.
When Vash and Jackie stepped into the Obsidian Suite, they got hit with another wave of shock.
The décor leaned cool-toned and understated, the kind of luxury that didn't need to shout. The furnishings were all top-tier Arasaka products — clean lines, flawless finish. In the center, several uncommon bonsai sat arranged like living sculptures: real greenery, not holo-projection.
"Damn…" Jackie muttered, "Rich people really know how to live."
People down in the gutter struggled just to eat, while the corpos lived like gods.
Jackie drifted to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down at Night City's neon sea, then lifting his gaze to the sky. This high up, there were almost no corporate billboards screaming in his face, and no glittering satellites cutting lines across the dark. Above them was a night sky that was nearly pure — deep, pitch-black, and quiet.
"I used to know a lot of mercs." Jackie said softly, "They'd risk their lives on gigs, scrape together everything they had, just to splurge at Konpeki Plaza. I never got it. Now I do."
Only here — inside Konpeki Plaza, looking up into the dark — could you remember how beautiful a night sky was when neon didn't drown it out.
"Jackie." Vash said, popping the Flathead case and lifting the bot out, "Brooding isn't your style."
Jackie snapped back to reality, "V — are we starting now, or what?"
"Not yet." Vash said, "Not time. Get a few hours of sleep first."
"Not gonna lie — the depth charge hit like a truck." Jackie admitted, flopping onto the bed, "Wake me when it's time to move, choom."
He finished the sentence and immediately demonstrated a lightning-fast sleep speedrun.
Vash took the chance to bring the Flathead to the table and make a small adjustment with his tools.
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Meanwhile, high above the Pacific not far from Night City, an Arasaka aircraft knifed through the clouds.
It was a top-tier private craft. The cabin was divided into separate seats and compartments, each designed for comfort and control.
An energetic old man sat reading a newspaper — an actual paper newspaper. That kind of thing had been replaced more than forty years ago. No one printed pure paper anymore.
Of course, there were always exceptions. For the upper class, "obsolete" was just another luxury option.
Behind the old man stood armed guards, along with dedicated attendants and a medical team on standby.
Rustle…
The sound of turning pages filled the cabin. The old man rolled his neck once and murmured, "Takemura…"
"Saburo-sama!" Goro Takemura stepped forward at once, posture straight, as if he'd been waiting for that single word.
"Have you confirmed it… again and again?"
Takemura's expression tightened, "I've confirmed it with the Night City shareholders. Young Master Yorinobu has been aggressive. He's directly shut down long-running development projects, and he's purged many of the old veterans who pioneered Night City within the corporation."
Saburo folded the newspaper with deliberate care, "I let him go to Night City because I thought that, once he was out from under my hand, his pride would force him to become someone worthy." His voice cooled, "I didn't expect it to still be like this. No matter where he goes, he can't hide his incompetence."
Takemura hesitated, then spoke carefully, "Saburo-sama, Mr. Yorinobu may be unruly… but his intention should be to do things well."
Saburo shook his head, "I know my own child. He is too incompetent. If he didn't have the Arasaka name, I would think you, Takemura, look more like my child."
"Saburo-sama, you flatter me." Takemura said, loyal to the bone.
"Enough." Saburo leaned back, "We'll arrive in Night City soon. It's time to notify my good-for-nothing son."
After speaking, he closed his eyes to rest.
Takemura moved aside and placed a call, "Notify Mr. Yorinobu immediately: Saburo-sama is about to arrive in Night City."
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