Cyberpunk Patriarch

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Arthur climbed into the car, quickly changing his clothes and hairstyle. He applied glowing tattoos to his body and drove toward Lao's clinic, ready to execute the next part of their plan.

On his way, he passed a young member of the Tiger Claw gang riding a motorcycle. The biker squinted at the car Arthur was driving and asked, "Hey, isn't that Takuma Kuzi's car? What are you doing with it?"

Arthur leaned casually against the car door, exuding confidence. "Kuzi's a good friend of mine. I hired him for some work today and borrowed his ride."

The Tiger Claw boy looked impressed, his expression turning to envy. "You must be really tight with him. I've asked to borrow this car a few times, but he always said no."

Pulling out a cigarette, the biker handed it to Arthur with one hand. Arthur accepted it coolly, lit it, and took a puff. "That's just a small connection," Arthur said nonchalantly. "Anyway, my son's waiting for me, so I'll catch you later. Dinner's on me next time."

With that, Arthur stepped on the accelerator, leaving the Tiger Claw member in awe.

The biker watched as the car disappeared down the street. "Man, the guy's got connections," he muttered. "Didn't even catch his name, and he's already offering me dinner. That's class."

Outside Misty's Psychic Hut

Arthur arrived outside Misty's Psychic Hut and called Jack. "Bring out some blush from Misty's place," Arthur instructed.

Jack, baffled by the request, agreed reluctantly. A few minutes later, he stepped out holding a small box and climbed into Arthur's car.

"What's this for? And seriously, Arthur, your outfit is disgusting," Jack said, eyeing Arthur's new Tiger Claw-inspired look. "You look like one of those sleazy gang pimps."

Arthur smirked, taking the blush and inspecting the color. "Perfect."

Tossing a bag from the passenger seat into Jack's lap, Arthur grinned mischievously. "That's my sacrifice. Now it's your turn."

Jack opened the bag and froze. Inside was a bright pink dress. His eyes widened in horror as he looked back at Arthur.

"Arthur, no. Absolutely not," Jack protested, his face turning as red as the blush.

Arthur leaned back, enjoying the moment. "Famous or unknown, Jack? Even Johnny Silverhand had to swallow his pride and work with Militech once. Greatness requires sacrifice!"

Jack groaned, glaring at the dress as if it were a cursed artifact. "I swear, if this mission fails…"

Arthur stepped out of the car to give Jack some privacy. "Take your time, Jack. Change in the car. I'll wait out here."

Jack stared at the dress, his expression a mix of disbelief and resignation. "This… this has to be the worst decision of my life," he muttered.

After a long pause, he let out a deep sigh, grabbed the dress, and began changing. The car rocked back and forth as he struggled to fit into the tight garment.

Outside, Arthur was doing his best to keep a straight face. Stay professional, stay professional, he repeated to himself, knowing full well what awaited him inside.

Finally, the car door opened, and Jack emerged—or at least, the hulking form of Jack squeezed into a pink dress. Arthur took one look and lost it.

"Pfft—HAHAHA!" Arthur doubled over, clutching his stomach as laughter erupted uncontrollably. Even his cybernetic parts seemed to glitch from the strain of his amusement.

Jack, muscles nearly bursting through the dress's seams, sat slumped in the backseat, his face a picture of utter defeat. "I'm ruined," he muttered. "This mission has officially destroyed me."

Arthur wiped tears from his eyes, his laughter finally subsiding. "Jack, this is the price of fame!"

Jack glared at him, clearly unimpressed. "You'd better hope this plan works, Arthur. If it doesn't, I'm tearing your head off."

Arthur chuckled, tossing Jack's original clothes into the trunk. "Relax, big guy. It'll work. Now, put some blush on. Gotta complete the look."

Jack hesitated, glaring at the small box of blush in his hand. "Arthur, if I do this, you owe me big time."

"Noted," Arthur replied, his tone light. "Don't worry about the lipstick. Misty's black lip gloss doesn't suit you anyway. Just focus on the blush—your lips are already red enough."

Grumbling, Jack dipped a finger into the blush and applied it to his face. His expression was murderous.

"Arthur," Jack growled, "this plan had better work."

"It will," Arthur assured him, smirking as he started the car.

The Plan Unfolds

As they drove toward Westbrook, Arthur decided to lighten the mood with some conversation. "So, Jack, you ever hear of Samurai?"

Jack perked up slightly. "Of course. That's real rock. 'Never Fade Away'? Absolute classic. Shame they broke up after Johnny Silverhand nuked Arasaka. That song is pure fire."

Arthur nodded. "Well, you know Kerry Eurodyne, right? Samurai's former guitarist? He went solo and became one of Night City's biggest stars."

"Yeah," Jack replied, "the guy's a legend. Violent, crazy, total rock god. Why?"

Arthur grinned. "Because Kerry has a little secret. Not really a secret among the upper class, though."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "What secret?"

Arthur chuckled. "Turns out, Kerry's into… well, let's just say he's not as straight as his stage persona. Since his divorce, he's been involved in a lot of, uh, alternative relationships. Rumor has it he's got ties to the Tiger Claws, too."

Jack's jaw dropped. "You're telling me that Kerry—the stage-smashing, chaos-loving rock icon—is a Nantong?"

Arthur smirked. "People have layers, Jack. Maybe it's Silverhand's lingering charm? Who knows? Anyway, the point is, he's got connections we can use. Trust me, this'll work."

Jack shook his head, still trying to process the revelation. "This city gets weirder every day."

Arthur laughed, steering the car onto the viaduct. "Welcome to Night City, Jack. It's all part of the game."

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