Bounty Hunter: A Cyberpunk Thriller: Neon Horizon, #3
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When Marcie left the Blind Spot, she had just two things to accomplish: One, she needed to get lungs for Sal's transplant. Secondly, she needed to set the Eye up for a new life in Prime City. Simple, right?
So when she gets offered the lungs but no guarantee for the Eye's safety, Marcie chooses to delay her return home. To make good on her promise to the Eye, she has to remain in Prime City for several months so she can run five more bounties for Mads. It's a small price to pay to set her friend up for life.
But each bounty reveals more about Mads and Prime City than she'd bargained for. Each bounty drags her in deeper to his web of crime and conspiracy, putting her at war with her own moral compass. And now she's agreed to work for Mads, if she backs out, not only will she put her own life at risk, but her actions could also see the Eye killed.
Will Marcie manage to follow Mads' orders without question? Can she witness corruption and exploitation without acting? It might only be a few months, but is a few months still too long to be one of Mads' bounty hunters?
Bounty Hunter: Neon Horizon book three is a fast-paced cyberpunk thriller. If you like dazzling neon dystopian landscapes, where entertainment, credits, and the latest street drugs are all worth more than human life, then you'll love this hard-hitting grimy glimpse into the hyper-cities of the future.
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Bounty Hunter - Michael Robertson
CHAPTER 1
I thought you might have left that coat behind,
Marcie said.
A raised eyebrow, the Eye plunged his hands into the deep pockets of his brown fur coat and lifted his shoulders in a shrug. It’s November. Besides, it’s all right for you, your cybernetics prevent you from feeling the cold.
And how are you out here like that?
the Eye said, turning on One.
Mads’ main helper stood over half a foot taller than the Eye and the same again over Marcie. He walked with long, purposeful strides. His robe flowed out behind him, the open front exposing his naked torso. His kind eyes were steady. Calm. Crow’s feet stretched to his temples. While the rest of his appearance would have put him in his thirties, those wizened lines at the corners of each eye suggested he had ten to fifteen more years. I’m used to it,
he said. Ice baths every morning for decades change how the world feels.
The Eye popped his collar before plunging his hands back into his pockets. I’ll take your word for it.
They’d been walking for at least half an hour. At the start of their journey, they’d passed through the immigration gate from the Black Hole to Prime City. Were it not for One’s guidance, Marcie would have been lost within the first minute. Dwarfed by skyscrapers, many of the alleys flanking the main road were bathed in shadows so deep they were almost pitch black. The traffic in the sky overhead flew in every direction as high-speed organised chaos. Thank god she’d be running with the Eye’s navigation system when she did her jobs for Mads. How did the rest of his bounty hunters cope?
You should have taken the lungs and gone home,
the Eye said, not for the first time. A police drone shot over their heads, its blue light flashing.
You didn’t want me around?
It’s not about that and you know it. You got me here like you promised.
I promised to set you up. If I’d have left you in the Black Hole, I would have woefully failed on that count. You sound like you don’t want me here.
You know that’s not the case. I …
Marcie smiled. You what?
Don’t make me say it.
Say what?
I like you, Marcie. I’m glad you’re here with me. I like hanging out with you, and sometimes, when you’re not being an arsehole, you’re actually quite good company.
I could say the same for you.
You already have. Countless times.
So what’s your problem?
I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you. I need you to promise me you’ll head back in March. You’ll have Sal’s lungs and I’ll be set up. Promise me you’ll leave after that?
The LED lights on the ground went some way to combat the deep shadows thrown over them from the tall buildings. Doesn’t it cost a fortune to keep the streets lit up like this?
One smiled and his serene eyes sparkled. They’re solar panels.
Every one of them?
Marcie said.
Yep. All the main roads in the city are made up from solar panels.
He used the fingers on his large right hand to list the benefits. They give us all the power we need; they’re hard-wearing; we can change the layout of the streets with how we light them up.
Shadows leaked from the alleys around them like spilled ink. Despite it being daytime, even Marcie’s enhanced eyes failed to penetrate them. The contrast between the garish neon glow of commerce and the utter absence of light made the darkness even darker. But how does the sunlight get down here? With the buildings and the cars in the skylanes, surely laying these panels is a waste of time?
And as if their immediate surroundings weren’t detrimental enough to the generation of solar power, many of the sky apartments had vast canopies. They wore them like oversized sails on tiny boats. It allowed those above to choose when they did and didn’t want the sun on them. It also gave them that same power over the thousands living below.
One gestured towards a tall tower block with a sweeping arm. We’re here.
Marcie rocked back on her heels to look up the length of the phallic building. She sent clouds of condensation into the air with her heavy breaths. At least twenty to thirty storeys tall, the top of it sat above most of the skylanes. The windows on the penthouse suite glistened in the winter sun. The ground floor stood in stark contrast. The large glass panes directly in front of them were dull like the traumatised stare of a broken soul. The first three metres of the building wore the scars of living in Prime City. The marks of poverty and degradation as if it, like everything else on the city’s streets, had caught the metal barbs on the end of the whip of inequality. Graffiti, gouges cut into windows, scorch marks from long-forgotten explosions. It’s certainly aspirational,
she said and stumbled back a step, dizzy from looking at the top for too long. It’s nearly as tall as the sky apartments. I’m guessing those who live in the penthouse have their goals set on moving to the stilted abominations occupied by the one percent?
One smiled. I dunno, do they?
What?
The muscles in Marcie’s face fell slack. "You’re putting us up there?"
We need to make sure you’re comfortable and safe.
Since when did Mads care about our comfort and safety? When did he care about anyone’s comfort and safety other than his own?
Careful,
One said. Biting the feeding hand and all that. Mads will look after you as long as you work for him. Surely you’d expect him to take care of his interests?
I still plan to leave in March,
Marcie said.
The Eye stood at Marcie’s side, staring up at the top of the impressive tower.
A stronger gust of wind threw One’s coat wide. His smooth and toned body remained relaxed and free of gooseflesh. That is the deal we agreed on,
he finally said. Five bounties. All of them done by March, which is when your visas run out. Until then, you’re Mads’ guests.
A tug on Marcie’s sleeve sent a burst of adrenaline into her bloodstream. She spun around with a raised fist, the cybernetics in her right arm twitching, ready to deliver a jackhammer blow. But she relaxed when the woman cowered away. Dressed in several layers of torn and tatty rags, she raised her hands above her head while staring at the dark solar panels at their feet. She spoke with a nasal whine. Please, I just wanted to ask you if you have any spare food.
One stepped towards the woman as if to usher her away, but Marcie blocked his path with her still-twitching arm. His smile as serene as ever, he accepted her intervention with a nod and moved back.
Marcie held both of the woman’s frigid hands. Tears glistened in the lady’s grey eyes. I’m so sorry,
Marcie said, but I have no food on me right now.
The woman nodded several times, her bottom lip buckling. She wobbled as if destabilised by her grief. She reached out to lean on the tower block.
One said, No—
The aggressive fizz and crackle of electricity cut him off. The woman’s body snapped as she flew through the air, her limbs turning bandy. She hit the solar-panelled road, slid several metres, and crashed against the wall of a neighbouring building.
It might look like a lot of the buildings around here,
One said, but this block has extra security. It only grants access to the people who live here. If you ever have visitors, you have to get them cleared by the security company so they don’t get electrocuted.
Don’t tell me it’s Securicorp?
Marcie said.
Of course it is. They manage a lot of the city’s security.
Marcie scoffed. Should be easy enough to bypass, then.
While pointing at the Eye, she said, The first thing we need to do when we move in is shut down this security system.
She walked towards the now groaning woman. I will not live in a place that electrifies the homeless. Either that or we move somewhere else.
Fortunately the shock hadn’t appeared to have done any lasting damage. The woman told Marcie her name was Bea. Marcie gave her her coat before returning to One and the Eye.
When Mads’ helper opened the front door, Marcie said, I was kind of hoping you’d be shocked too.
The man wore his usual serene smile.
A line of spotlights were embedded in the ceiling. They shone bright, their reflection sparkling off the white tiled floor and black marble walls, the chrome of an elevator door at the other end of the foyer. One’s boot heels clicked as he led them, the door opening with a ping when he got close.
When the Eye followed Mads’ right-hand man, Marcie said, Looks like we’re going in, then!
Joining the other two in the elevator, she cleared her throat, the sound going off like a gunshot in the still space. What’s going on? How can such a large block be so quiet? How many storeys does this place have?
Twenty-five.
Then why’s it so quiet?
Only the top five are in use.
What? We’re surrounded by poverty and homelessness and we’re about to move into a building that has twenty floors of unused apartments?
One shook his head. Not unused apartments. They’ve been filled with concrete. This place only has five floors.
Oh, well, that makes it much better. It’s like feasting on a banquet and shitting on the leftovers.
The Eye rested his hand on Marcie’s arm. Let’s get settled before we fight everyone and everything, yeah? Once we’ve done that, we can reevaluate. For now, we need somewhere to live. And somewhere safe in a city like this is priceless.
The elevator had the same black marble walls as the foyer. One waved his hand to the right of the doors to reveal a glowing panel of buttons where there had previously been none. He pressed the P at the top. Hold on.
The elevator took off as if trying to send them into orbit. Marcie grabbed the Eye. But instead of being catapulted into the mirrored ceiling when their ride stopped, the feathered braking at the end killed their momentum.
The same serene glow on his face, One smiled and then winked at Marcie.
Her heart galloped and she sneered at him. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?
The elevator doors opened into their apartment. The main room had more space than the entire downstairs of her house back in the Blind Spot, and she lived like royalty there. A large window took up most of one wall. It looked out over the city. Stilted apartments above them, skylanes below. Some of the traffic rose higher and headed straight for them. Marcie stepped back when a bus hurtled at the window. But it swerved around the building at the last minute. That’d take some getting used to. The kitchen and living room shared the same open-plan space. One door in the left wall and one in the right. They must have led to the bedrooms.
The Eye’s jaw swung loose again, and he walked towards the window as if in a trance. Wow.
In his right hand he had a small device about the same size and shape as a Cuban cigar. An electronic wand, its tip flashed red with a pulsating light.
You like it?
One said.
I’ve never stayed anywhere like this.
Only the best for those in Mads’ care.
The Eye turned full circle, waving his wand. And it’s bug-free. I’ll make sure it stays that way.
Marcie chewed back her words. Were it not for the Eye, she would have told One exactly what she thought of the place. But her friend had spent most of his adult life in a cupboard filled with wires, and before that he’d been passed around the wasteland gang members like a doll. How could she begrudge him his first chance at a life of luxury?
Make yourselves at home,
One said. You’ll get a food delivery every three days, and we’ll be in touch when we have your first bounty.
The marble finish continued from the foyer, to the elevator, to the kitchen worktops. An empty cardboard box sat on one of the surfaces, close to a fridge taller than Marcie. The cold air rushed out when she opened it and proceeded to decant most of the food into the empty box.
The Eye appeared at her side, retrieving some of the cheeses and fruits and putting them back on the shelves. I know what you’re doing,
he said, but at least let me keep the stuff I’m going to eat.
We don’t need this much food.
A pack of chicken liver pâté in his hand, the Eye said, I agree, but we can be a bit more selective about what we keep.
Marcie filled the box. The Eye scanned the contents as she lifted it, pulling out a ripe plum before she carried it away. Because the door opened onto her front room, did that mean anyone in the building could come into her home any time they pleased? But when she stepped into the elevator, the black marble wall on the right presented Marcie with two options. P for their penthouse flat, and G for the ground floor. One could clearly access anywhere he wanted, but that must have been a unique privilege. While Mads might not have them under permanent surveillance, he could send someone into their home any time he pleased. But did she really expect anything less?
The muscles in Marcie’s bottom clenched when she pressed the G. She bent her legs as the elevator dropped, bracing against an impact that never came. The doors opened with a ping into the white tiled foyer.
Marcie stepped outside into the freezing wind, the sharp gales burning her nose and cheeks. Her cybernetics might have coped with the chill, but her face didn’t have the same protection against the weather.
The woman who’d been launched away from the building remained on the ground. She sat up against a wall and watched Marcie’s approach, her eyes widening.
Marcie hunched down in front of her and laid the box at her feet. This is for you. I’m sorry again about the shock.
While pulling the box close to her, the woman looked up the tall building. S’alright for some.
It is,
Marcie said, and that sucks. I’m sorry. Please take this food. I hope it helps.
The woman stood up, covered the box with Marcie’s coat, and walked off.
A red ring pulled Marcie’s attention to her right. Someone watched her from one of the many dark alleys. She flicked to night vision. She could only see the silhouette of the person.
What’s up?
the Eye said, Marcie jumping at the sound. It didn’t matter how much practice she’d had wearing her glasses, sometimes she forgot she had a passenger.
Huh?
What’s up? What are you looking at?
She couldn’t tell him, not if she wanted to persuade him to hack the building’s security and drop the electric shock. I thought I saw something, but I was wrong.
The person was probably an opportunist. An opportunist or someone working for Mads. Maybe she’d been spoiled when she’d lived in the Blind Spot. A life free of surveillance would be a pipe dream for many. And maybe a life without electrified alarm systems and abject poverty couldn’t exist somewhere like this. The two went hand in hand, and those with the power to effect any lasting change didn’t have the desire in their cold dead hearts. She returned to the front door of her new home. Being on the privileged side of discrimination, she entered without being shocked, walking into the heated foyer and her new life of luxury.
CHAPTER 2
The sound sent Sylva’s pulse off the charts, wrenching him from sleep. He jumped up and sprinted across his apartment, clumsy from where his body hadn’t yet woken up. Slamming his right shoulder against the wall of the tight corridor, he zeroed in on the green button. A palm-sized circle on a reinforced glass screen, he slammed his hand against it, the entire wall shaking with the contact. Twitches ran the length of his arm. His cheap cybernetics needed as much time to wake up as the rest of him. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out. If he hit the wall like that again, he’d bring the ceiling down. But he’d answered the call. Whatever else happened, he couldn’t miss the call. Not now, especially not with him being so close.
But instead of Mads or One, Ana stared back at him from the small screen, their little boy, Gus, on her lap. His frown lifted. In and out, he filled his lungs again, his pulse settling. His voice hoarse, he said, I thought you were Mads.
He coughed to clear his throat. I was worried I’d miss his final call.
Sorry to disappoint.
Ana couldn’t hold a straight face for long, her brown eyes squinting when she grinned a flash of beaming brilliant white. The smile he’d fallen in love with. The smile he’d seen on the streets every day for months before he’d finally found the courage to approach her. The only person he’d met in the Black Hole who grinned no matter what. The only sane person at least. Most other people had admitted defeat years ago. For the majority, life in the Black Hole was something to be endured.
The strain of returning her joy grew too much and Sylva sighed, his own smile buckling beneath the weight of his remorse. They’d been apart for nearly two years. Two years of connecting through a screen. He missed the smell of her skin. The feel of her soft hair. They might have only been separated by a few miles, but the tight border control between his flat in Prime City and hers in the Black Hole meant they could just as easily be light years apart. And his boy, Gus. Eighteen months old. He wore the same smile as his mum. Sylva had watched him grow up as a high-resolution digital image that showed every pore on the boy’s skin, but he’d never felt his beating heart or the weight of him in his arms. Gus had been born after he beat the monoline, and Mads had wanted him working in the city immediately. And who said no to Mads? And not just Mads, who in the Black Hole could afford to reject such an opportunity?
Ana’s eyes glistened every time they talked. Her bottom lip buckled and bent out of shape. But she never cried and her smile never faltered.
We’re nearly there, sweetheart,
Sylva said, his voice breaking. I’m nearly done.
The back of her hand pressed to her nose, her eyes filling with tears, Ana nodded. She coughed and shifted in her seat, straightening her back. I know.
She shook her head. I never thought this day would come.
I did.
Your faith’s kept me going. Thank you.
Sylva shook his head. I couldn’t have done any of this without seeing you every day. One last job and our lives can start for real. I can finally hold our boy. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for what I’ve missed.
He gulped back the lump that cut off his words. His still-tired eyes itched and his view blurred.
It’s okay,
Ana said. You don’t have to make up for anything. We have the rest of our lives in front of us thanks to you.
It feels harder now it’s so close. Like all the emotions I’ve suppressed over the past few years have finally won.
Both Ana and Gus reached forwards and pressed their palms against the screen. Gus laughed while repeating the word, Dada.
When they pulled away, Ana’s cheeks were damp. She didn’t need to hold it in any longer. You smash it today, you hear me?
With you two as motivation, nothing can stop me.
I’ll see you tomorrow. And well done, Quick Sylva.
The screen turned into a black mirror, showing Sylva a paler version of himself. Faster and stronger than any pure organic, but his surgery had given him the hunch of a rhino. His oversized torso added extra bulk and increased his lung capacity by one hundred percent. He could now run forever and punch through walls. As he stared into his own glistening eyes, the silence in his small apartment closed in. One more job,
he told the darkened version of himself. One more run for Mads and I will have paid off my debt. I knew what I was getting into when I started this.
And the grand prize would more than make up for it. Not only had he left his loved ones with one thousand credits when he beat the monoline, which had been more than enough to keep them going while he ran for Mads, but after the next job, he’d win the grand prize of a permanent visa for him, Ana, and Gus in Prime City. He had one toe in the warm water of a new life. Very few people left the Black Hole. He’d be the exception and he’d be taking the two people he cared for most with him.
The cheery and tedious tritone of an incoming call snapped Sylva from his daze. The tinted mirror gave way to a bright white background with a palm-sized green button in the centre. It had to be Mads this time. Sylva rubbed his face with both hands and pressed it.
Mads’ head bodyguard, One, stared from the screen, his face soft, his eyes kind. The same ambiguity for this job as with all the others, he said, There’s an egg in the coop. Good luck.
Sylva uttered just one syllable, An—
before the screen turned black again.
An egg in the coop. A new one. He’d heard all kinds of variations over the past two years. It had been hard to keep a straight face for some of them. And why did every one sound like a euphemism for madness? A bat in the belfry. A lion in the den. A cat in the tree. They all amounted to the same thing; he had a package waiting for him downstairs in his locker. The final one of his two-year commitment to run for Mads. The final one before he earned his and his family’s freedom.
CHAPTER 3
Some days Sylva had to do no more than walk the package to its destination and walk back. No bounty hunters, no police drones, no gangbangers looking to rob him, no drama. His extra enhancements bought him more peace of mind than the average citizen. When you had the strength of a gorilla and wore it as clearly as he did, criminals often thought twice. Unfortunately, when a bounty hunter sniffed a payout, they rarely thought about anything else. If you were tagged, you could guarantee someone would try to take you down. And someone built like Sylva earned a lot of bragging rights for the hunter claiming the prize. Hopefully today would be an easy trip.
Over the past two years, Sylva had had some close calls. But with each run, he’d gotten better. Mistakes were learnings, an opportunity to grow and improve. His shoes were tied tight so he didn’t lose one of them again. When that had happened in the docks over eighteen months ago, he’d come home with what must have been every fishhook in the district buried in the sole of his foot. He’d also emptied his pockets. It made the running easier. He’d had a good night’s sleep. One last job. Nothing would go wrong.
The package sat waiting in his postbox at the bottom of the stairs. A small leather bag with a strap. If he lifted the flap, he’d see the contents. But if Mads found out he’d looked, the next package would contain Gus’ head. And Mads always found out. Sylva slipped it over his shoulder, the leather strap lying flat across his chest.
Sylva tapped his right hip as he left his apartment block. The cold of his baton’s metal shaft offered temporary reassurance. He’d check again in thirty seconds’ time, that nagging voice in his head telling him the same lie on repeat. You’ve forgotten your baton. You’ve left the gas on. You didn’t lock the front door. You’re going to die today … The last one sent a cold chill slithering down his spine, and he shook his head to break the obsessive thought cycle. He’d prepared as well as he could. He had this.
The second Sylva stepped into the street, a short man in a suit and a luminous pink bowler hat crashed into his right side. It sent him stumbling several paces to the left. The final wake-up call for that morning: adjust to Prime City because it never adjusted to you. He filled his lungs with the cool winter air, exhaling large clouds of condensation. The Black Hole had been busy, but Prime City took it to a whole new level. When he’d first arrived, he’d wanted to fight those slamming into him, but where one fell, several replaced them. Too many people in too little space. If they could have avoided him, they would have, but this place had no room for bodies, let alone manners.
Sylva dipped his head and plunged into the madness in the middle of the street, the ground aglow with markings that everyone ignored. He bashed shoulders with an older woman in a beige raincoat. She sent him spinning as she continued on her way. He smiled and dipped a nod of concession. Years of finding her centre of gravity had made her immoveable. Fair play, Grandma.
The address label told Sylva the package needed to be delivered to the tech sector. A twenty-minute run at the most. He could do this. But just as he was about to quicken his pace, a police drone sounded overhead.
Whoop, whoop!
CHAPTER 4
Sylva spun around. Fuck!
The police drone hovered three metres from the ground beside the spindly leg of a sky apartment. A blinking red light flashed next to its lens. The recording camera fixed on him, the glass eye darkening from where the mechanical pupil adjusted its focus as it framed him in shot. Fuck it.
Why had he turned around so quickly? The drones sounded their sirens to flush out the guilty. Who else would respond to their alarms than those who had something to hide? And he’d spun around like a rookie. Shit.
An androgynous authority boomed, Stay where you are, citizen.
Sylva took off, shoving a mum and two children to the ground as he broke into a sprint.
The drone’s siren grew louder and quieter again, the sound projected from a spinning speaker on its base.
Both hands clinging to the bag, Sylva led with his shoulders.
The drone followed him, weaving through the spindly legs of sky apartments and shooting below the flying cars, taxis, and busses in the skylanes. No quicker route than as the crow flies. He had no chance of evading it, and it wouldn’t be long before the bounty hunters showed up.
The professional hunters were too busy for street scraps. Sylva would have to deal with the jocks, crewcuts, and wannabes. Their inexperience made them a liability.
Two jocks closed in on Sylva’s right. The drone might have caught him off guard, but the bounty hunters wouldn’t do the same. The first two were decoys. He’d learned that in his first week in this place.
When a woman no taller than five feet—dressed in a pink and purple jumpsuit, and with a camera strapped to her chest for her millions of viewers to watch—jumped in front of him with a net cannon, Sylva dropped beneath her line of fire and slid towards her with both feet. The spinning net shot into the sky, the large plastic weights around its edges clanging into the base of a bus before the net fell limp into the crowd.
Crack! Her shins snapped as he cleaned her out, sending her into the air before she crumpled behind him. She clutched where he’d hit her and screamed, her face puce with the effort. He normally abhorred violence towards