They pulled open the iron door—only to find not rough industrial piping, but a fully furnished rest area.
Japanese and Western aesthetics blended tastefully here. Though unused for some time, the swimming pool was still filled with crystal-clear water, spotless and pristine.
"We regret to inform you that Konpeki Plaza has entered full-building red alert. Please remain in your rooms and follow all instructions from hotel staff."
The synthetic female voice repeated over and over. Even the lights on the doorframes had turned red.
"Checking the floor. All clear," came a voice from below. "Understood. Call over."
"No one here either. Another drill?"
"Then why the hell is Arasaka's spec ops here?" the second voice snapped back.
"Special forces?"
"Yeah. Down in the lobby. They're sweeping—floor by floor."
The conversation faded as the guards moved away, too far for Roqi to hear the rest.
"We gotta move. Clock's ticking," Jackie said, uncharacteristically clear-headed. "En silencio. You two go ahead—I've got the box, it's slowing me down."
Roqi slipped down the stairs, pressed himself against the wall, and gave a quick hand signal—hold position.
"Team 3 reports signs of hacker and combat bot intrusion. Unknown model."
That same guard kept reporting.
"Top-floor drone encountered resistance. Two Octants down."
"Yorinobu Arasaka has been evacuated. I repeat—Yorinobu Arasaka has been evacuated."
Roqi snorted silently.
Forget Yorinobu—Saburo Arasaka was already dead and gone.
He fingered the dog tag he'd lifted earlier and slowly drew the katana that once belonged to its owner. Across the way, he locked eyes with V.
A clean shnk. A crack. Two Arasaka guards slumped to the floor—not a peaceful end.
"Hey, look what I found—suppressors." Jackie set the relic case down and scavenged from the bodies. "Suppressors are worth gold right now."
"Hold on, V—take this." Roqi handed over his silenced Kongou pistol. "You're the better shot."
"Tch tch tch… Yorinobu's signature edition. Saw this beauty in the BD," V said, taking the pistol, envy flickering in Jackie's eyes.
"Dios, not fair. One of you gets the old man's sword, the other gets the prince's piece…"
"There were still Yorinobu's pants upstairs. Want those too?" Roqi smirked. "Besides, didn't I already give you a gift?"
"What gift?" Jackie blinked.
"Sigh… never mind. You wouldn't get it." Roqi patted his shoulder. "Besides, the biggest souvenir is in your hands already."
Jackie looked down at the relic case and gave a solemn nod.
"Once we finish this job, the three of us go clean forever—"
"Shut up. Don't you dare jinx it. You have any idea how hard it was to save your dumb ass?"
Roqi grumbled something Jackie didn't understand and moved on.
In the middle of the hallway, two guards chatted. The trio ducked behind a divider.
"Did you check the meditation room?"
"Yeah. All clear."
"No suspicious activity?"
"Well… the rooftop door's broken."
"Then check it again."
Rooftop door? Which one?
Roqi cursed the labyrinthine layout of Konpeki Plaza. Escaping it the first time had been a goddamn maze.
It couldn't be the rooftop of Yorinobu's suite—no way would Adam Smasher let low-tier grunts linger there.
Bzzzt...
A nearby glass door kept making weird mechanical sounds—trying to close, failing again and again.
"V, camera ahead. Kill it."
V nodded. His eyes flashed blue. Seconds later, the camera folded back like a scolded dog.
He crept forward, silenced a guard with one swift move, caught his falling weapon, and dragged the body away.
He did the same with a distracted netrunner who'd been zoning out by the windows.
"I got this."
Under V and Jackie's watchful eyes, Roqi grabbed the jammed double glass doors.
With a faint snap, he seemed to force something loose. The door cracked open wide enough for a grown man to squeeze through.
He pushed open the only side door on the adjacent wall—and gasped.
"Holy shit. You guys—come here."
Up the ladder in a networking shaft, past a ceiling panel—they found the rooftop of the meditation room.
Outside, the rain poured hard. The top-floor suite was visible from here, even the ladder V and Jackie had used to descend—plus the shattered wall from the earlier drone assault.
Back against glass, surrounded by lush greenery, standing on polished wooden decking—on a clear day, the view of Night City from here would've been incredible.
"Rich people and their rooftop gardens…" V muttered.
"Duck!" Roqi hissed.
All the walls here were transparent glass. Directly across the plaza, Arasaka soldiers were patrolling, rifles raised.
Conference rooms, skybridges—all of it visible from up here.
They were moving silently on the rooftop above the floor they'd infiltrated earlier.
"Shit, this is intense," Jackie whispered. Every time a guard passed below the skylight, he sucked in a breath.
"Shh…"
Roqi peeked through a nearby window. Below: a chandelier and an elite spec ops soldier carrying a massive LMG.
Just around the bend—an open ventilation shaft.
Roqi crawled in a bit and grinned. "There's a way through here!"
They stepped carefully over canvas-draped crates and into a decently-sized storage room.
Scattered on the desk were paper reports—and a car chip.
"Emperor 620 Ragnar… Arasaka's executive ride," V confirmed, holding it up.
"Keep it. Might be useful," Jackie said.
Roqi twisted the doorknob so gently it didn't make a sound. One glance outside—and his eyes lit up.
"How's it look?" V asked.
Facing the door, Roqi caught his breath and signaled clearly: "To my right, a guard and a camera—looks like a reception desk with a computer. Forward right—another guard. Directly ahead, in a glass booth—a heavyset bastard with a machine gun. Looks like the leader."
"I'll take the camera and the one on the right," V said. He was the best with quickhacks.
"I'll handle the big guy," Jackie offered.
"No—he's helmeted, armored, and his neck's fully covered. Can't take him with brute force. You take the guard."
"What are you gonna do, stab him with that sword?" Jackie whispered.
"Exactly." Roqi's eyes locked with his. "You still don't know me, hermano?"
"Never seen you use a blade before…" Jackie muttered. "I'll be back you up soon as I'm done."
"Trust Lucky," V said. "He's got it."
Roqi bumped fists with them both. "V first, Jackie second, I'm third. Don't block the door. Got it?"
They nodded.
"One, two, three—go!"
Roqi yanked the door open.
V darted out, eyes glowing, frying the camera in milliseconds.
Jackie dropped the case and charged like a freight train—cracking the guard's neck with sheer momentum.
Once the path was clear, Roqi slipped through the glass door and crept behind the armored Arasaka commander.
The guy was glued to his PDA.
WHAM! Roqi kicked his hip hard, flipping him flat on his back.
Without a pause, he stomped the guy's faceplate, unsheathed his sword, and stabbed into the sliver of exposed throat.
SHLCK—
Blood sprayed the ceiling—and soaked Roqi head to toe.
"Fuck!"
He wiped his face, sheathed the sword, and looted an access badge.
V and Jackie glanced into the now-blood-slicked glass booth and immediately turned away.
"Downstairs. Let's go."
With the badge, the elevator opened instantly.
Even under red alert, they now had access to move freely through Konpeki Plaza.
The elevator hummed downward.
The three of them exhaled long and deep—as if reaching a save point.
"Heh… heheheh…"
Jackie lowered his pistol and started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" V asked.
"Saburo Arasaka. 150 years old. And today of all days… damn shame this wasn't a movie," Jackie said, patting the relic case. "When we get out—we're fucking legends."
"You used to say that like you were gonna die. But now? Now it actually sounds good. Feels right."
Roqi folded his arms and smirked, riding high on adrenaline.
"I used to say that?" Jackie asked.
"Nope," Roqi replied. "And you never will again."
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