Gloria lay in bed, no longer knowing what to say. She was frantic, frantic enough to want to scream.
But she was even more afraid that this hacker of unknown origins would pack up both her and David.
Had David found a hacker to threaten the doctor?
Why did David have a gun, and why had he even... killed someone?
Gloria's mind was a mess, but she also understood that this must have happened because the doctor had gotten some crooked ideas.
Then she thought mockingly to herself, I really brought this on myself.
She worked as an outsourced municipal cleaner for the NCPD, and her main job was collecting bodies.
Not everyone could afford, or would buy, a Trauma Team membership. Her job was to clean up the bodies of those poor bastards.
A large proportion of the bodies were street punks or mercenaries, fitted with valuable cyberware-so she had entered into a partnership with Redshirt Psychiatric Hospital.
She brought the bodies here for disposal. On the way, she would strip the valuable cyberware from them. Once they arrived, she didn't concern herself with what the hospital did to the bodies.
As a partner, the psychiatric hospital also provided her with a bare-minimum medical insurance package for free-which was why David had carried her all the way from the westernmost end of Santo Domingo to this hospital at its easternmost end.
Because David knew his family was poor, he had no money on him, and their insurance only covered treatment at Redshirt.
But now that she was injured, her former partners had immediately bared their fangs.
Gloria desperately tried to get up, but the anesthetic in her system still hadn't completely worn off.
She could only pray that Lier wasn't a Scavenger.
"Who... are you?"
"David's classmate."
"Huh?"
"That