cyberpunk : Ganic all the way

[North Oak – M's Mansion, Office Level, Late Morning]

The soft hum of the estate's security system was the only sound accompanying the silence in M's office. Large windows behind him displayed the distant sprawl of Night City, stretching like a neon tumor beyond the hills of North Oak. The interior was sleek, black marble and titanium finish across the walls and furniture—clean, austere, almost surgical. A desk made of matte black metal sat in the center, its surface mostly empty save for a half-full cup of black coffee and a glowing holopad rotating financial projections in the air.

M sat back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin. His crimson eyes shimmered faintly as Eye of Delphi scanned the data. Military contract fluctuations. Mercenary trends. Corp security indexes. Nothing clicked.

Not enough.

He wasn't just looking to be powerful anymore. That he had in abundance. Strength, immortality, combat prowess—he was already a walking weaponized deity by Night City standards. But this was Night City. Power here wasn't just about what you could crush with your fists; it was also about who you could call, who feared you, who whispered your name behind armored doors in Corpo boardrooms or government backchannels.

He needed influence. He needed to embed himself into the very DNA of the city's future.

That's when a faint memory clicked into place—like a key sliding into a lock.

Jefferson Peralez…

A flash of headlines from his past life bloomed in his mind.

"District Attorney turned City Councilor announces bid for Night City Mayor…"

"Peralez Campaign draws attention for transparency, idealism—too good to be true?"

The same Jefferson Peralez and his wife, who were implicated in a mind-control conspiracy, by Mr. Blue Eyes and the organization behind him.

M leaned forward. "That's it," he whispered to himself.

Jefferson wasn't just a good man in a city that punished goodness—he was a cornerstone in the future.

M recalled it clearly now: Jefferson's dreams of reform, how he wanted to uplift the kids in Heywood, how he stayed clean when others got dirty. More than that… he would be vital in reshaping Night City into something more. Something different.

But Peralez wouldn't survive the system.

He would be devoured.

Unless…

M opened a new file on his holopad: Project Aegis – Peralez Contingency.

Step One: Get Close.Step Two: Prevent Mind Control.Step Three: Forge an Unbreakable Alliance.

Simple.

And to do that, he needed legitimacy. Not underground legend status—not just netrunner myths or merc whispers. He needed something official, public, clean, but respected.

"Security firm," M muttered to himself. "Publicly licensed, contractable by corpos, city hall, private clients…"

He typed fast, spinning up licenses under shell corporations he'd established weeks ago. Company name: Aegis Security Firm. For now, only one employee: David.

But that would change.

Very soon.

While he drafted the foundational structure, notifications chimed in from several NCPD contractors, corporate HR exchanges, and civil contractor boards. He smirked. A little money push from him—and a few memory-enhanced market predictions—went a long way.

He leaned back again, sipping cold coffee without blinking.

[Elsewhere in the Mansion – David's Room]

David had just stepped out of the private shower—towel wrapped around his waist, naked, droplets of water still clinging to his well-defined frame. The muscle gain from the synthetic weave and Gen-5 military muscle grafts was noticeable now. He looked nothing like the skinny teen from a few weeks ago. His shoulders were broader, back straighter. He looked like someone who could break bones and outrun bullets.

Still, beneath the armor, David was just… David. A teenager with a heart too soft for the city he lived in.

His Kiroshi optics flicked faintly as his holo-display pinged—Incoming Call: Lucy.

His eyes widened. "Lucy?" He answered.

Her cool voice played through. "Hey… uh, you busy?"

"No. No, what's up?"

"The crew… they want to see you again. Said Maine's ready to talk. He's got questions. I sent you the address—it's Aldo's warehouse, our usual spot."

David hesitated. "Right. Got it."

The call ended before he could say more. He stared at the address, heart racing. So many emotions tangled in his chest.

After dressing quickly in his formal navy suit with a black shirt and no tie, he walked toward the main floor—past Ava, humming while cleaning dishes in the kitchen. The scent of her fresh lemon ginger tea wafted through the halls.

"Hey, Ava," David asked as casually as he could. "You know where M is?"

She smiled faintly, brushing a few strands of black hair behind her ear. "In his office. Don't knock—just go in. He will know you are there."

David blinked. "What do you mean?"

She just smirked knowingly.

[North Oak – M's Mansion, Office]

David stood in front of the door. His heart thumped. The door was heavy, made of reinforced poly-steel with reactive sensors. He didn't even touch it before—

"Enter," M's voice echoed through the speaker. Calm, sharp.

David flinched and opened the door.

M was still at his desk, fingers dancing through floating layers of projected information—maps, corp data, and some high-level encryption overlays. He didn't look up as David entered.

"You've got to learn to control your breathing," M said simply, sipping coffee. "I heard you coming from the hall."

David scratched the back of his neck. "I—right. Sorry."

M finally looked at him. "Something you needed?"

David nodded. "Yeah. Uh… I need some eddies."

"Go on."

"I'm meeting Maine's crew. Thought it'd be right to return the money he gave my mom. For the Sandevistan. It's not mine."

M stared at him for a moment. Then raised a brow.

"You like that girl? Lucy?"

David's eyes widened. "I—I don't know."

M's lips curled faintly. "Hmph."

He tapped a few things on his pad, then stood up from the desk in one smooth motion. "Prep the S9."

David blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I'm going with you."

David's mouth fell open. "You're serious?"

"I just remembered something… or rather, someone," M said, passing by David as the door slid open. "And besides—"

He smiled.

[System Notification]Edgerunner Arc – Mission 3 UnlockedObjective: Change the fate of every member of Maine's crew. The greater the change, the greater the reward.

M's eyes shimmered faintly crimson as he walked past.

"—I've got a very interesting proposal to make."

[Mansion Garage – Night City Sunset]

The underground garage of M's mansion was vast, illuminated by ambient red and white light strips that pulsed along the walls. David stood in front of the Rayfield Aerondight S9, dressed in his navy-blue suit, black shirt beneath, no tie.

M approached a moment later, dressed in his usual black and gold with a tie.

Sleek. Imposing. As always.

David turned, a nervous tension in his shoulders. "You sure about this?"

M nodded. "You're going to meet your past. I'm going to shape their future."

They both entered the S9. The gull-wing doors closed with a whisper.

The engine purred to life.

North Oak faded behind them as they sped toward Watson.

To meet fate head-on.

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