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- Jensen had left Cali with ruined legs and figured that would be the last he’d see of him. He
- hadn’t reckoned on the enthusiasm the Motor City Bangers had for elective
- cybernetic augmentation.
- Cali was wearing torn, bloodstained cut-offs that revealed his newest
- enhancements. From the knees down, both his shattered legs had been
- replaced by shiny, gold-plated augs that ended in skeletal, claw-like feet.
- They matched the designs of Cali’s twin cyberarms, and he was grinning
- like he’d been reborn, his weak flesh replaced with glittering metal.
- He came stiffly through the door of the tavern, followed by a gangly kid
- with a pump-action MAO shotgun and a third ganger carrying a giant,
- heavy-caliber pistol that was far too big for his skinny frame. All the MCBs
- drew down as one, and Jensen knew this was not a robbery, not a show of
- force, but an execution squad.
- Jensen shoved Henry away, down toward the bar, launching himself in
- the other direction as he tore his pistol from the holster beneath his coat.
- Lightning-fast, Jensen fired three rounds as he dove, and at least one shot
- clipped the kid with a big semi-automatic. But Cali and the shotgunner were
- already firing, filling the air inside the bar with hot, screaming lead, and
- Jensen took multiple hits across his shoulder and upper arm that slammed
- him off course. Jensen spun and fell across tables and chairs, crashing to the
- floor among a rain of broken glasses and spilled beer. Pain shocked through
- the muscle-machine interface in his bones, the ripple effect of the impact
- over the polycarbonate implants like a kick in the chest. He took a
- wheezing breath, tasted blood.
- “I know you!” Cali was whooping and laughing as he sprayed rounds
- from the machine pistol across the room, cutting down the other drinkers
- who were too slow to take cover or flee through the fire exit.
- Behind the bar, Jake perished as a shotgun blast blew him back into a
- rack of liquor bottles. He toppled out of sight in silence, his sightless eyes
- looking at nothing. The gunman who had ended him hunted for Henry
- Kellman, who was scrambling desperately across the floor between the legs
- of the bar stools. The MAO barked again and Jensen saw Henry go down in
- a bloody heap.
- “Done, man, let’s jet!” shouted the punk with the shotgun.
- “No!” bellowed Cali, as his weapon ran dry. He ejected the drum mag
- and let it clatter to the floor, jamming a new load into the ammo port.
- “Where’s that hairy-faced fucker? I’m gonna smoke him!”
- It registered distantly with Jensen that he wasn’t actually the one the
- MCBs had come to kill, but Cali had no intention of leaving without taking
- his scalp as a bonus. Jensen lurched forward, coming back to his feet
- underneath a circular table bolted to the floor. Ripping the table’s central
- support free, he took it up with him like a battering ram and slammed it into
- Cali before the ganger could finish reloading. Without stopping, Jensen
- used the broken table to flatten the shooter against the wall and knock him
- down. Cali’s gun went spinning away, and Jensen pivoted before the second
- thug with the shotgun could track to him. Blind-firing once again, he hit the
- other gang member and sent him staggering away, out on to the street. The
- kid with the big pistol had already fled without firing a shot.
- - Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 8 pgs. 145-146
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