The Protagonist System

Atlas quickly interviews each and every gang member, then remembered something important. His time back in the Naruto universe and meeting a particularly powerful person named John that granted him a special ability that linked him to a pocket dimension that contained an inescapable prison. Once he concentrated on it, it seemed to form on an island just off the coast of Night City and out of the way of the normal shipping routes in Del Coronado Bay.

For all the irredeemable ones, like murderers, rapists, and human traffickers, he sent them to the different levels of Azkaban, depending on the severity of their crimes. The Dementors there visited the high security level many more times than they visited the other levels of the prison.

That task took most of the evening and some of the night. It was around 8 P.M. by the time he was finished sorting through them all and getting them tucked away in another place that they could never escape from. However, the newest members of the gangs, the ones that hadn't had a long or prolific career as a gang member, were sent off to the minimum security level and the Dementors only visited them once a month.

With that task done and the holding cells cleaned and repaired from the tantrums the gang members had from being locked up, Atlas closed the office and stepped from there to nearby the warehouse. He was not surprised to see about 500 or so people loitering around outside and there were some food wrappers on the ground.

The people parted for him without a word and a few of the women gave him interested looks. Atlas ignored them and opened the large loading dock door. When no one approached the now open building, he turned around and waved to them to go inside.

“Come on, load up in the cargo hauler. I'll drop you off at the holding facility before I head out to Rocky Ridge.” Atlas said and they looked surprised, then they all rushed by and a lot of them thanked him. He opened the side of one of the hexagon shipping containers and everyone climbed in, a few choosing the bottom rung to climb out faster when they landed.

A couple of them wanted to know what he was going to do out at the abandoned settlement and one bold woman outright asked him as the cargo hold started to close.

“Whatcha wasting yer time for out in the badlands?” She asked.

“I'm erasing it from existence.” Atlas answered and she gasped, then the huge metal door closed.

“Fucking drek! You can't say somethin' like that and not explain it, you gonk!” She shouted and pounded on the metal.

“We're taking off in a few seconds.” Atlas said over the intercom. “If you want to see what I'm going to do, you can stick around and watch.”

More than a few of them actually wanted to do that, especially since it would get them out of the city and they'd still get to come back for a great night's sleep and have three full meals the next day.

Atlas flew them around a bit to pretend they weren't returning to the warehouse where the underground facility actually was and landed again inside the building, only he was facing the ship the other way and the exit for the hexagon cargo containers was towards the large cargo elevator and not the loading bay door.

Only about 400 of the people left and entered the cargo elevator and several of the guards waiting there stepped onto the ship. The ship closed up again and took off into the air. After another minute of flight, the side of the hexagon cargo container was revealed to be covered with a vidscreen and changed to show off the outside, just like the expensive AV limos the top executives at the big corporations had.

All of the remaining people gasped at the sight and then at the view of Night City far below them. The glittering lights made it look pretty and almost half of them wished they could always see it that way.

The ship's speed increased after it left the city limits and was above Rocky Ridge in mere minutes. A bright light lit up under the cargo hauler and everyone watched as red beams carved up the large gas station like it was a pizza and then it all crumbled and rose into the air before it disappeared.

“That's what he did to all those gang cars and wreckage!” The woman gasped and pointed. “I thought I was going even crazier when I saw that and it was fucking real!”

A few other people shared the same opinion and kept watching as those beams cut up the ground and revealed the large underground gas tanks. The light pulled them up like they weighed nothing and they disappeared, too.

“Those were high volume tanks and can hold up to 30,000 gallons each. That's 180,000 pounds or 90 tons.” A man commented and everyone turned to stare at him, even the guards. “I used to work for PetroChem before they laid me off to cover up a mistake my boss made.”

“Are you good with numbers or just with handling fuel expenditures?” Atlas asked over the intercom.

“I was a file clerk at first and then his assistant.” The man replied and frowned. “Why? You looking to take PetroChem down or something? If you are, I'm in.”

A lot of the people around him laughed and then encouraged him.

“I'm going to empty the Coronado Dam, fix it and update it, then I'm going to empty the government landfill.” Atlas admitted and they were all shocked. “I was taking things slow befre because I was giving the police time to recover after several shifts of constant operations. Now that they work for me, they don't have to worry about wasting half their shift doing paperwork and filing police reports in triplicate.”

“Or reporting to our district sergeant that demanded part of the bounties we were raking in.” One of the guards said.

“Desk sergeant for me.” Another said.

“Detective with dirt on me.” The third guard said.

“What did they have?” The first asked.

“I blew a month long sting operation by fucking a joytoy before we could set her up to catch the perp.” He answered.

A lot of people laughed and a few pointed as well.

“Hey, her tits were this big and she kept begging for it.” He said and held his hands out about a foot from is own chest. “I resisted her come-ons until she did that pouty mouth thing and said she needed my dick more than she needed to breathe.”

That made everyone else laugh, even the women.

“Tell me you made her choke on it!” Someone shouted.

“She gagged so much she passed out.” He bragged and several people cheered and clapped. He did a mocking bow and they clapped again. “Thank you, thank you.”

The ship moved on down the street and the beams tore up several houses and the debris rose up into the air. When the ship reached the large building that was the old bar, several people commented that there were Wraith cars outside of it. No sooner had then spoken, when a large group of shabbily dressed men and women ran out of the building and shouted in surprise, then they all drew weapons and started shooting.

“They shouldn't have done that.” The bragging guard said as ping sounds came from the bullets that bounced off of the hull.

The reason he said that, happened a moment later, when the images of the Wraiths were blurred and much smaller red beams shot at each of them and the blurred bodies dropped to the ground. Each rose into the air and disappeared, then the large beams were back and cut up the cars and then the entire bar building as if it was made of paper and not wood and concrete.

“Drek.” Someone whispered.

“Hopefully, anyone else he finds won't shoot first.” Another guard said.

“Would that matter?” One of the passengers asked.

“He always gives people a chance.” A guard said as the debris was sucked up and disappeared.

“Yeah, to disappoint him.” Another guard said with a chuckle. “There's no becoming chooms with him after you do that.”

“Like the Police Commissioner.” The other guard said and they laughed.

“I'm so glad Atlas didn't understand that he wanted a bribe.” The bragging guard said. “I'd have been stuck in my dead end job with barely any benefits and the lowest medical coverage the NCPD offers.”

“Meat Wagon?” The first guard asked.

“Yep, transport and life preservation only. The bottom rung package.”

“Drek! I had a level above that with closest supported medical facility and a licensed ripperdoc if necessary.”

“Lucky bastard.” The other guard said and then they all laughed.

“What's so funny?” The woman that stared out at Rocky Ridge being torn apart asked without looking at them.

“Atlas Incorporated hired us with full medical and dental.” One of them answered and smiled a wide smile. “You see these? All brand new and no implant pain or spaces between them for food to catch.”

Sounds of surprise came from a lot of the passengers. The woman glanced back at his pearly white teeth and then looked back at the vidscreen that showed the destruction happening outside.

“Is he hiring?” Both the woman and the ex-PetroChem employee asked.

“I'll stop by the prison cafeteria tomorrow to talk to you.” Atlas said over the intercom and both the man and woman smiled.

The ship flew on and tore up houses, buildings, trailers, power lines, a defunct power station, wind turbines, abandoned cars, solar panels, fences of all kinds, a water tower, a radio station, trash and garbage bags spread all over, and even the damaged paved roads had been cut up and harvested.

By the time the cargo hauler made the journey from one end to the other, all that was left of Rocky Ridge was a bare empty space that looked untouched, except for where the basements and bunkers had been. Those were gaping holes, just like where the gas tanks had been.

The ship flew back towards Night City and all of the passengers onboard resolved to tell everyone they knew about how quickly and easily Atlas Incorporated had erased the huge mistake that Rocky Ridge had been.

*

It really was a surprisingly fun date. I hadn't been sure at first, especially because of the venue, then things had turned out how they did with Denise wanting to show off my skills and then her laying down the law afterwards that she wanted me to become a part of their group dynamics because she didn't want to leave her friends behind as she built a life with me.

It hadn't devolved into full blown sex with the others yet, since we were all kind of teasing each other and mostly playing around the subject of if we really were going to go all the way. Well, except for her third friend. She really did love giving head and had spent an equal amount of time under the table servicing us as she did above it and enjoying the drinks and dancing.

I could honestly say they were all genuinely grateful to Denise for wanting the friends with benefits thing with them and she didn't balk at playing around with them, even if she didn't swing that way. Like her first friend had said, it was just fingers and tongues and the source at the time didn't really matter. It was the main course she preferred to be a straight up duel with opposing sexual appendages, or in local terms, my output to their input.

I called Delamain in advance and asked for a ride when I felt the night was winding down and the women were all fairly drunk. Since they didn't have work in the morning, they hadn't held back their partying or curbed how much fun they were having. I played along, of course. I wasn't going to be a wet blanket and not also drink and enjoy myself. That would have soured the mood completely.

“Yeerrrr... not... (hic)... drivin'.” Denise slurred as I pretty much carried the four women out of the bar.

“Course not, darlin'. Got my best choom Del here to take us home!” I said as Delamain opened the door to the ground limo. Traffic was light this late at night and flying wouldn't make the trip any faster. I piled them into the backseat, making them laugh and giggle as they tried and failed to sort themselves out. I sat across from them in the backwards facing seat. “My place, Del.”

“Sure thing, V.” Delamain said and pulled away from the curb.

“Are you really rich?” One of the women asked me, suddenly. The second friend was on the top of the pile and didn't mind the various hands from her friends groping her as they tried to push her off. “Nise said you're smelly with money.”

That made the women all laugh and stop their escape attempts.

“I sssaid he'sss ssstinking rich, you cccyberssslut.” Denise slurred and her voice was muffled from having her third friend's ass in her face. It was apparently too much effort for her to turn her head to speak clearly.

“Oh, tha's mush better.” Her friend said and moved to try and hug me, then slid off of the pile like a wet noodle and kind of pooled on the floor at my feet with her arms up.

I laughed and picked her up to sit her beside me, which she happily cooed about and hugged me. She started snoring a moment later. Denise's muffled laugh came out from under the pile. I smiled at them barely moving and then the first friend let out a soft moan. The third friend had found a tasty treat near her and helped herself by fingering it and tasting it.

“Ha ha, helllp.” Denise said with a laugh.

I braced the second friend and reached over to grab Denise's hand. I used telekinesis to hold the other two up slightly and slid her out from under them, because the other two were really getting into pleasing each other.

“Hanksss.” Denise said and clung to my other side and tucked her head down into my chest, copying her second friend's pose, and went right to sleep as well.

I could tell from her scattered thoughts that she felt safe and protected while around me and wouldn't have drank so much or done so much out in public if I hadn't been there. Her friends had similar thoughts as well during the date and I wasn't going to disappoint them. I touched each of them and made sure they wouldn't be sick or hung over when they woke up in the morning.

“Here we are. One safe drunk delivery.” Delamain joked.

I laughed as the door opened for us. “Give me a minute to sort them out, Del.”

“No problem, V.” Delamain said and patiently waited.

I gave the first friend a light slap on her ass and both she and the third friend moaned. “Get up! We're here. I need a hand with the other two. They passed out.”

“Lightweights.” The first friend said and regretfully climbed off of the third friend and didn't bother fixing her panties back into place or pulled her top down to cover the one breast that was hanging free. “Come on, you two eddie whore. We're pack mules for the next few minutes.”

“Okay.” The third friend said and also didn't fix her clothes or wiped off her soaked face. They climbed out first and motioned for me to hand over the second friend.

I carefully did so and assisted them with telekinesis, then I picked up Denise. “Stop by the office and Atlas will clean you up and detail the interior again.”

Delamain chuckled. “Don't worry about it, Veder. You're not the first group to have fun inside one of my rides. I'll have it cleaned up and be back out offering services again in no time.”

“If you're sure.” I said and he nodded, so I stepped out. “Thanks for the ride, Del.”

“Anytime, V. Anytime.” Delamain said and drove away as the door closed.

“Where are we?” The first friend asked as she looked up at the medium sized older megabuilding.

“My place.” I said and carried Denise inside. The night guard was asleep again and didn't stir when I logged in myself with four guests. I led them over to the elevator and it opened for us before we reached it.

“Fancy.” The third friend said and we rode the elevator to the top floor. We stepped out into the short hallway where there were only two doors. “Oh, wow.”

“Damn, she undersold it.” The first friend whispered when I opened my door for them and they saw the inside.

“She hasn't seen where I lived yet.” I said and the two looked surprised, then they blushed, because they just realized they had seen my place first before my girlfriend did. “The main bedroom is this way.”

They carried their friend and followed me down the hallway to the very large main bedroom with an attached bathroom that was as big as their entire apartments. I laid Denise near the side of the extra large bed and they put the second friend down on the other side of it.

Without saying anything, I stripped Denise off of everything restrictive and left her panties on, then I did the same thing to myself and left my boxers. The other women took the unspoken clue and did the same for themselves and their friend. I picked Denise up again and braced her with one arm and then pulled down the covers, which prompted them to copy me.

We all piled into the bed with the two unconscious ones tucked into the middle of the bed and us laying around them.

“Why doesn't this feel weird?” The third friend asked.

“We're drunk. Everything is acceptable until we wake up the morning.” The first friend said.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks for explaining.” She said and leaned over to give her cheek a kiss and then conked right out half draped over her and started softly snoring.

The first friend laughed and pushed her back to lay flat and the snoring sound disappeared. She gave me a look that was a mix of question and longing, so I did the same thing. I leaned over Denise and the second friend to give her a kiss on the cheek, which made her blush a bit and look a little sad.

“I can't kiss you on the mouth without Denise seeing it.” I whispered and her eyes widened, then she blushed fully and her sad look changed to anticipation. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” She whispered and closed her eyes.

I cast a sleep spell on her and the others to make sure they had a good night's sleep, then did the same to myself. I would be awake at dawn, like usual, and would make them breakfast. I just had to decide if I wanted to wake them then before I went to work or should let them sleep in. Decisions, decisions.