Procuring items at the last minute was always a hassle, even with a boat load of cash and amazing charisma. Not that respirators, explosives or weaponry even caused people to bat an eye anymore. Hell, his one contact had been more surprised about the elaborately modded RV that he had bought rather than the automatic weapons.
When he finally returned home, he climbed the stairs and went straight for his study to wrap up some loose ends and for the first time since the meeting Rio flicked on his phone. Incoming alerts flashed across his retinal display but one in particular caught his attention and he accessed the voice mail from George first.
âI got in touch with Johan. He is free. I got another person as well. I am still going but I will not have to go in. I thought youâd like to know. For your sanity and all.â Riordan couldnât⊠No, wouldnât stop the grin that greeted his lips at the sound of Georgeâs voice on his messages. She had taken the time to call instead of text or email which was a step in the right direction and he wouldnât let the opportunity go to waste.
âContact George,â he ordered his communications panel and within seconds the line was ringing through.
George had finished her drink and poured another. She began going through contracts. She knew she should go home, knew she should get some sleep but she could not bring herself to leave. The apartment was going to seem big and empty.
Her phone rang. George frowned.
Who is calling now.... Her finger reached out and tapped it, activating the speaker. "Delaney here."
âDelaney? Such formalityâŠâ Riordanâs laughter followed the teasing statement easily as he hit the ground running, so to speak.
âCome to my place, George. Have dinner with me.â
George bit her lip, happy he could not see her. She could make an excuse, say that she had work to do but everything she was looking at were for jobs in the coming weeks.
"I-"
She hestitated once more.
It is just dinner. A meal. What can it hurt."Okay Rio. I will have dinner with you."
George felt her pulse race.
It is just dinner. So why was she so nervous? George could not remember the last time she had dinner with someone when it was not business related.
"What time?"
Riordan grinned in triumph as she accepted but he tried not to let the joy seep into his voice. âHave you eaten yet this evening?â It was late but Riordan actually hadnât eaten since lunch time with all of the work he had to do between now and then. âIf not, feel free to head on over and Iâll fix us something. If you
have eaten⊠Tomorrow works for me.â
Sauntering over to his desk, he settled into his upholstered leather chair and awaited her reply.
George went silent on the phone. She could not remember when she had last eaten.
Yesterday? No I had coffee this morning.Can I really do this? Maybe I should wait till tomorrow. If I wait I can think this through more. Maybe reschedule. I shouldn't have agreed. But it is just a meal, with a friend.So why did it feel like so much more?
"I can be there in half an hour."
Panic immediately set in but not as badly as it would in car on the way to his place.
"Would you prefer to go out?"
The reality of going to his apartment, the intimacy of it sunk in. She would be in his place, on his territory.
Baby steps.
Dinner shouldnât feel as much like a triumph as it did but with George⊠Dinner would mean more than it did to most women. Hell, he barely remembered the last time that she had even come to his clubs for anything other than business or meeting purposes.
âNo, no. Hereâs fine. I can make you that chicken dish that I always brag about.â A low chuckle left his lips as he got back up from his chair, wandering out of his office and down the stairs as they spoke. He would actually fix the meal himself, too. Though he had automated help in the form of a chef and a butler, he preferred to do most things himself if he had the chance.
âDonât sound so distressed, George. Itâs dinner. Itâs
me. Iâll see you soon.â
Not giving her the chance to back out, he hit the disconnect button just as he was walking into his kitchen and Riordan started to prepare their meal.
"Shit"
The phone had gone dead on the other end before she could argue or try and take control, steer it to her comfort level. He had the upperhand now.
George pushed her chair away from her desk and stood.
Should I change? She glanced down at her skirt and blouse. With a shake of her head George donned her coat. She might be going to his turf but she could keep things professional.
So why did you agree to go? Nothing professional about being in his home.George ignored the voice in her head and walked down the hall. She was the last person in the building that was not security. She locked the door behind her, marked the time and briefly noted that it was an hour earlier than when she would have normally headed for home.
Her car was waiting and with an even tone she gave Riordan's address. George had it memorized, for business purposes as she reminded herself. She would arrive exactly on time but by the time the car pulled up in front of his place she was doing her best not to panic.
Do not let him know he can shake you. It gives him the upperhand. George lived by the idea of never show weakness because someone would use it against you.
With a deep inhale George got out of the car. It wasn't long before she found herself at Rio's door. She knocked.
Why am I doing this?The chicken that he had prepared was staying warm in the oven and the sides that he had made were in bowls on the tiled island in the center of his kitchen. Riordan was just getting out a bottle of wine when the security system informed him of his visitorâs arrival.
âApproaching humanoid. ScanningâŠ.â The mechanic voice sounded overhead and announced a few minutes before the soft knock could be heard upon his door. âGeorge Delaney.â
Riordan snorted at the system and settled the bottle onto the closest flat surface, completely forgetting about the hand towel he had draped over his left shoulder as he made his way from the kitchen towards the front door.
âIâm going to have to see if they have another voice pack for that system.â He muttered to himself as he finally reached the entrance and twisted the doorknob to allow her entry. Grinning, he allowed his eyes to quickly scan over George before he stepped back and made a dramatic sweeping gesture towards his inner sanctum.
âWelcome, George. You look lovely as ever.â Riordan was dressed quite comfortably compared to Georgeâs clothing choice. He was wearing a black t-shirt and designer jeans and his hair looked a bit disheveled as if he had run his hand through it one too many times recently.
Her heart stopped as Rio opened the door.
I shouldn't be here. She almost backed away.
"Rio, ever the charmer." She shook her head and smiled. George hesitated before stepping inside. It hit her that she had been here before. His clubs, his cars but never here.
Her heart was pounding in her chest. George did her best not to look as nervous as she felt. Her hands slipped into the pockets of her coat. Her eyebrow rose at the sight of the towel on his shoulder.
"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble. We could have met up somewhere."
âYou say âcharmerâ like itâs a bad thing.â More laughter and another grin hid the reply that
almost left his mouth.
Like I would take you out somewhere generic for our first date. The thought slipped in but he simply shrugged and shut the door the moment she stepped through. âLet me take your coat for you.â
George smiled though it was a bit more strained than she would have liked. "No, not a bad thing."
The door was closed behind her and George shrugged off her coat.
"Thank you."
Her eyes took in her surroundings. "Nice place Rio."
She faced him now, a polite smile on her lips. "You really did not have to go through any trouble."
George frowned. "I should have brought you a bottle of wine or something."
She suddenly felt at a loss. Entertaining, visiting people's homes or the concept of friends were a bit foreign to her.
He seemed to note her awkwardness, an adjective that he would have never associated with George before recently. After placing the coat into the closet situated right next to the door leading out, Riordan grinned and tilted his head in the direction of the kitchen.
"I have wine so no worries. We'll do a grand tour later but dinner's almost completely ready now so let's eat."
He turned, walking down the hallway so she had no choice but to follow. Everything was spacious and well-designed with everything in muted shades ranging from grays to blues to greens. An open floor design made it easy to get to the kitchen. They simply veered right at the first available opening, cutting through the dining room and right into the kitchen itself. Drinks were poured, the meal was plated and George was ushered towards her seat as Riordan took the reins with the conversation. He spoke of his clubs, updating her on people that she had known or had worked with before CKSD entered her life.
George followed Rio to the kitchen, relaxing a little as they went. Once they were at the table she was able to move past her initial panic and enjoy his company. The food was tasty, though George had no doubts it would be with the amount of time Rio had bragged about his cooking. The wine hit her enough to make her fully relax.
The conversation turned to his clubs and the people she once called friends when she had time for that sort of thing in her life.
George sat back in her chair, wine glass in hand. Her plate was almost empty. She could not remember the last time she had really enjoyed a meal so much.
"Funny you should bring up old acquaintances. I don't know if it is this mission or what but I actually looked at some old pictures earlier this evening."
She raised the glass to take a drink. "Before you act all shocked I do in fact have pictures from when we were younger. I am not so closed off that I got rid of them. I do have good memories of that time just no time to linger in them."
George put the glass to her lips and took a drink. Her eyes watched him as she swallowed the wine.
It is time to go. You ate. You had some wine, talked a little. This is where you cut things off before it gets personal. Her normal routine when recruiting someone at a meal and she thought applying it here would help ensure that things stayed as they were between them despite the shift that had taken place, the one that George was almost desperately ignoring.
"You know you did not have to make me dinner just because I called Johan. It made sense and I had not checked on his status yet. We are set and ready now. I will be there but I won't leave the van."
She lowered the glass to the table with a small clink.
And weâre back to speaking about work. Riordan knew that CKSDs contracts and the search for new talent to hire onto the teams took up a large portion of Georgeâs life but he half-wondered whether she simply reverted to talking about work because it was a safe topic or because it was all that she knew anymore.
His grin grew however at the way she started her sentence and he shook his head while chuckling. âYou know why I made you dinner, George, and it has nothing to do with work. I am glad that you brought on Johan, however, and it eases my mind to know that you wonât be directly in harms way.â
He already had a second plan in action for making sure that it would be near impossible to find the mobile command unit once it was parked but he didnât tell her that portion of his plan. That would wait until the day of the mission.
âYou do realize that youâll probably be the one to protect MarkâŠ?â Riordan hid his grin behind his glass as he took another sip, watching her over the rim with eyes that were still sharp despite the pleasant haze that the wine had wrapped him in.
George looked up the ceiling for a moment. A small amused smile played on her lips. "I will watch out for Mark and the rest of you. My hope is that I will be able to keep a sort of eye in the sky on you all as you move. At least with the coms I have for you we can all stay in contact."
She leaned forward on the table. "About your reasons for making me dinner." She paused and looked at him. "As if it could be so simple. I am not one of your women Rio. I am not looking to be wined and dined."
Her head cocked a little to the side. "But you know that and aren't really trying to work me over. This is not like that. And that scares me."
George was being candid and honest. If she couldn't hide maybe being up front would make him understand more why she couldn't be the normal woman he could take out. "How many years have we known each other? You date, go out, go to parties. How many boyfriends have I had?"
Her eyes narrowed and she picked up her glass. "I am not datable. Not girlfriend material. Fuck, you are the only man I know not intimidated by me to the point where they'd actually try and kiss me."
She took a drink of the wine. It was hitting her a little, making her a little more free with her words.
Amusement flickered over Riordanâs face as well. Both at her words and the fact that they seemed to flow from her easily whether it was the atmosphere, the wine, or whether she was just tired from dancing around the subject and hiding behind her walls.
He could do blunt and honest.
âIâve wined and dined women, of course, but how long was my longest relationship, George?â If she thought back, he had never been with someone for more than a few months and he had always made his intentions clear. He kept the façade of the playboy alive and well because he had slowly been falling in love with one of his longest known friends. George.
Yet he kept it light and simple. He didnât want to put pressure upon her when they were so close to this mission which he knew was important to both her and the CKSD. âPerhaps you havenât had many boyfriends because youâve simply been waiting for the right person to date?â Another grin curved his lips and he leaned in to set his glass upon the table, leaving his hands free.
âWhat better basis for a relationship than honest to god friendship?â
George put her glass down and looked across the table at Rio. Her face lost some of its colour and she frowned a little. If she really thought about it he had never dated anyone for very long but he was a rich playboy, not wanting to tie himself to one girl. They were such good friends; she had reminded herself just that night how he had always been there, no matter what. Her closest and really, her only friend.
Her eyes moved to her hands as she thought on his words. "I am not good for a relationship, Rio. You know me better than anyone. Hell, likely better than I know myself since I can't seem to be honest with myself half the time."
George looked up at him. "I can't let myself be open like that. If my competitors found out they'd use you to get to me. You have no idea the lengths corps will go through to get the advantage. The board...."
She stopped there and sighed. Certain things did not need stating with him. "Look you know the deal with this company. I slip up and it is all downhill. I show even a crack and they will find a way to make it a hole."
Riordan had reverted to his relaxed pose as they started talking in earnest. He had his right ankle resting upon his left knee, his elbow propped against the arm of his chair so that his thumb and forefinger could support his jawline. He snorted at the mention of the board but otherwise let her speak unhindered.
George was skirting the issue now. Her bluntness seemingly fading, hiding again in the face of an option she had never considered. She closed her eyes, her fingers intertwined on the table. "Rio, there are things you don't know about me. Even after all these years. You don't want a relationship with me; it will only cause you frustration. I am far more work than you may realize."
Her eyes opened. There were tears in the corners of them but she fought hard not to let them fall.
Show no weakness Her voice went quiet.
"I can't risk losing you as my friend. You are all I have."
George squared her jaw and grew angry at herself. She should not have put that out there. It was too honest and she knew that right now he would not use it to hurt her but one day, one day that could come back to bite her.
She took another drink of wine and cleared her throat. "Let me clean up and then I will go. It was a lovely meal."
George started to stand, taking her plate in hand.
The boldness in her had faded and his brow arched as she moved to gather her things so she could make her escape. Pushing himself out of his seat, he encircled her wrist with his fingers and took her plate from her hand only to set it right back down upon the table.
âGeorge. You are one of my closest, dearest, and longest held friends. I trust you above all others and I, for one, am willing to risk everything to prove to both myself and you that there is something
more here.â
His fingers left her wrist, circling gently over her pulse point before moving to weave between her own fingers until they were holding hands.
âWeâre strong enough to withstand whatever your enemies throw at us. You know that and yet you balk at the idea of a relationship. Youâve thrown out reason after reason to validate why you shouldnât even attempt a relationship but I know you, George. If you werenât interested at all, you wouldâve said no. Strongly, defiantly, and I would have accepted it and stood back.â
He brought up their locked hands and pressed his lips gently against the back of her knuckles while his gaze stayed trained upon her eyes. âIâve never known you to be a coward, George Delaney.â His sly, charming grin swept back across his lips as he egged her on. âWhy not take the leap and see where we land?â
Rio took her wrist. George turned and as his lips touched her knuckles her breath caught in her chest. His eyes were on her. "Rio...I...there are things that happened that you don't know..."
Could she do it? Could she take the step forward?
She wasn't a coward she just knew that she would be no good with him. She would hurt him and she could not bear to hurt him. George had gone up against a lot of people, proven she could play with the big boys and do it better. She had seen the worst and the best of people. The only thing that she could think of that would really upset her would be if she ever did something to ruin the relationship she had with Rio. Could she really bring herself to risk it for the chance at more?
Her resolve wavered. "Riordan...I..." Her eyes softened and there was pain there. George leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
She held her lips there for a moment before leaning back and breaking the contact. "I am not a coward."
George looked him over. A smile played on her lips now. "I agree to nothing but I am not a coward. Let's get through this mission and we can discuss. Wipe that grin off your face. You haven't won yet."
Her free hand went to play with his dishevelled hair. "I do not like uncalculated risks. You know that. But I am no coward Rio."
Victory.Well, perhaps not true victory but things were certainly not moving in a backwards direction or coming to a complete halt. So, for the moment, Rio was satisfied with the answer. Despite her words to wipe the smirk off of his face, the look remained in place as he escorted her back through the rooms to the foyer where he took out her coat and held it aloft for her to put on.
âThis isnât an uncalculated risk. Youâve probably gone over it time and time again in your head, if I know anything about you.â His voice was light and teasing as he watched her prepare herself to leave.
âBe careful getting home, George. Iâll see you when I come to pick you up for the mission.â And since he liked the taste of her, he dipped back in for a quick parting kiss, a mere brush of lips before he pulled himself away from her.
He was teasing her, she knew that but he also wasn't wrong. She had already gone over the pros and cons in her head a million times since he had first kissed her. She had done it before too when they were younger.
George was already doing it again when Rio told her to be careful and as his lips found hers her little list disappeared.
"I will see you."
She stepped into the hall.
Damn you Rio. All arguments against had been wipe away by the brief contact.
Bright and early that morning, Riordan could be found in his elaborate subterranean garage going over his final checklist. The vehicles he needed were prepped and stocked. Three in total, including what he had by now dubbed the
Mobile Command Unit or MCU. The MCU was a modified RV. The exterior was notable due to its dropped undercarriage which actually housed a
low profile armored two-person transport which they hopefully would not need. The RVâs interior had been completely gutted and transformed for their personal use. Behind the driverâs seat were three rows of chairs, one on each side of the aisle which were crafted from padded leather. Riordan had spared no expense and if they escaped this mission unharmed then he would definitely be using this beast again, if any other missions called for it.
Then placed behind each line of chairs was a steel locker. The one on the left walking down the aisle towards the back of the vehicle held random pieces of armor and a box of high-tech ventilators which he had promised Teagan he would acquire. The locker on the right held weaponry for those that didnât have it ranging from knives and daggers to SMGs and shotguns.
Then, behind all of that, was what he had dubbed âMarkâs spaceâ. Nestled into the entire back of the RV was a desk that spanned all three walls in the shape of a U and outfitted with all of the latest technology. He hoped that the hacker would have all he needed.
One last check through everything and he gave a cursory glance at his watch. He was hyped up, on edge in anticipation of the mission and he knew that George would be up early so he decided to swing by her place first. Climbing into the massive MCU, he set off to pick up the rest of the team.
As he expected, George was already outside and waiting as he cruised by. âMorning, sunshine.â He cast her a grin as she nodded in his direction. No small talk was necessary, they both knew that today was going to require their full concentration so they sat in amiable silence as he drove to Sphinxâs place next.
Mark didnât have to wait in the cold of the morning for long. The Sphinx saw something huge turn the corner, and when he realized that was what Riordan had got for him, his legs almost failed him. It wasnât just a van, it was as big as a bus, but still not as bulky as a bus. The gigantic vehicle parked flawlessly, and Mark climbed the stairs in pure amazement as the door closed behind him.
Something inside the hacker poked him and warned him not to look so dumb in front of everyone, but it couldnât be helped. He saw Riordan at the driverâs seat and looked around him, seeing George, who sat at one of four seats and behind themâŠ
Oh god, behind themâŠ
He gestured some sort of greetings towards the driver, his eyes glued to the endless blinking and systematic noises of the enormous amount of hardware in the back of the bus. He looked back at Riordan, then at George, then at the rows of computers, with a rapt look on his face.
âHow⊠How did youâŠ?â
Riordan had one hand still resting upon the wheel but the other moved up to rub at his jawline, partially sweeping over to cover the grin that passed over his lips before he could obtain a more neutral look.
He shrugged a shoulder and this time didnât try to hide the pleased look upon his face. He had made the hacker
speechless.
âI had one of my tech security guys give me his dream wish list of computer and security equipment. Then I had it installed in the offices of my most popular bar as well as another set in here. It was an easy way to keep it on the down low while still getting everything that you should need.â
âHopefully you have everything youâll need?â
Mark turned and looked at Riordan, putting on an expressionless face. The hacker shrugged as if he didn't feel exactly like a kid in a candy store, looking at everything at once and just unable to decide which one to choose first.
âYeah, I guess it should suffice⊠If you have a powerful enough next-gen 3D rendering Zero-Model processor, that is, which I doubt very muchâŠâ Mark lied, having recognized the newest Militech model from afar, blinking its gorgeous red light, calling him closer.
"And I see you've got Arasaka's most recent cooler, that one that can put cybernetic particles in stasis for you to use and manipulate them as you wish... Yeah, I would have chosen a different model, but that works, if you're into that kind of stuff." Said The Sphinx in a very fast pace, turning to Riordan and the machines at the same time.
âI have no idea what you just said but Iâll take that as âYou did great, Riordan! Thanks for all the stuff!â.â
Riordan grinned again to show Mark that he was joking and he hoped the hacker didn't take his teasing words the wrong way. âHonestly, if it had been left to me to pick out you probably wouldâve ended up with something barely functioning. Iâll try better next time.â
"Yeah, you do that. I'll just... Put my things over there... And check if everything's working." Mark was already halfway to the computer oasis on the back of the van when he turned, and whispered an almost unintelligible "thank you" to Riordan, and then ran to the back and started tweaking with all the thousands of functions the wonderful machines could offer.
The next few pick ups were uneventful. Imogen, the slender scientist was next. She nodded her hellos as she made her way to her seat and smiled at Mark before sitting down. Next was Antony, then Teagan and last was Atticus who came aboard lugging a duffel bag full of supplies.
Once everyone was ready to go, Riordan started driving out of Night City towards the location that Mark had somehow snapped up from the ânet. Everyone seemed quiet, content to let their thoughts entertain themselves and in a little under an hour they made it to a spot that was far enough away from the closest security cameras but close enough to the building.
Riordan parked, immediately getting up to stretch his legs and arms. Rarely did he travel outside of Night City, especially not while driving and he wanted to make sure that he was limber before heading into a building full of armed security guards.
Teagan stood up as well, dressed as she had been during the past few meetings with the group. Her weathered armored jacket zipped up tight which barely revealed the black old school band t-shirt beneath, worn over a pair of flexible leather pants in a deep black that were tucked into matching boots. She had at least a dozen visible weapons on her and a few more hidden about her body while a small pack clung tightly around her torso. Its strap went from her right shoulder, across her body and clung to her left hip. It held a variety of small packs containing ammo and the bag itself nestled against her hip which contained the sleeping gas grenades that she had promised to bring.
Pushing her way passed Rio, she exited the RV and began to scan the area, using her enhanced optics to zoom in on the building itself.
âThree patrols. Two single, one team. Sniper on the roof, lone man at the door and a trio of men that seem to be patrolling a loose perimeter in camo.â
She turned towards the people on the RV and arched a brow, grinning. âSo, we sticking to the latest plan?â
Before she even got the last word out of her mouth, a tall man with blond hair came from seemingly nowhere.
âRiordan.â His accent was heavy and slightly Nordic, making the man sound almost like a viking from the movie vids. âYour SUV is acceptable. If George wishes to waive my normal contract fee I will happily accept the vehicle in its place.â A grin formed on his broad face and he gave a nod of acknowledgement to everyone that he saw.