I always thought that killing a person would be hard, like getting stuck on the bones or sothing but as the four of them hit the floor the only thing difficult is looking at Bubbles horrified face. Not much ti to dwell on that though. I turn around and run back into the office.
I try to jump on one of the tables to get to one of the guys. But I go way higher than planned and hit my head against the ceiling. Lucky for it was one of those weird office ceilings with the plates that just move when you hit them. but it makes miss the table and just land on top of the guy behind it. We roll around on the floor for a bit. I managed to spring up fast. But I dropped my sword and one of the office workers managed to pick it up before . And he is now pointing it at .
“Lyssa give a better pointy stick now!” I shout out
New Purchase: Raven Claws stinger
Points reduced to... 18
A new sword appears in my hand this one considerably shorter than my claymore. This sword is just a little bit longer than my forearm and has fancy blue patterns over it similar to that of a circuit board. And it’s a lot lighter as I can easily swing it around, compared to my opponent who is struggling with the claymore.
I reach past his guard and slit his throat. I am only montarily amazed at how good I have gotten with wielding a sword. I hear so weird sizzling from the sword but I ignore it for now. I stabbed the guy I used for a landing pad as well; our little tumble seems to have cracked a few of his bones, so he is still on the ground.
I then run towards the remaining guys. They seem to have not gotten what is happening just yet. So I easily stab the next guy through the heart. The guy after that is less of a deer in headlights and actually tries to block. Too bad for him samurai swords are very sharp. Why does that sound weird? Samurai sword? It’s like a knight with a katana, weird image. Anyway, his block managed to save his life but not his arms, as they were cut off at the elbow. Sohow I always thought bone was harder than this. When I am thinking about this totally relevant point, I feel sothing impact my back and start hearing sizzling. I turn around to see that Bubbles has her super soaker aid at .
“YOU MANIAC!” she screams at “What do you think you are doing?”
After checking that my back is still intact and not lting off on , the new shield was worth every point, I give her a look. Then I rember that I am wearing my mask.
“What does it look like? I am killing them,” I say, while looking down at the man missing his arms and crying on the floor “At least I was trying to.”
At this point, the last guy starts to run for the door so I throw my sword at him. I wish I could say I hit him, I did not. Instead, I hit so shitty calendar two ters away from him. After that he runs past Bubbles and disappears into the hallway.
“What the fuck is your damage?” Bubbles says while giving a look that screams bloody murder.
“Huh, what do you an I sent you the information, did I not?” I say, now confused, I am pretty sure I sent her the data package.
Lyssa would like to make a small correction, you did send the package, the problem is that she has all incoming data coming from you blocked.
“Ahh, so you have the best anti-virus AI in your brain, and you're still afraid of a virus,” I ask, a bit annoyed, at this point, she looks a bit guilty but still very angry “Well, in short, 135.000 credits that was the closing bid”
“Closing bid?” Now she just looks confused, and I get a ping from her requesting a data transfer. So I sent her everything plus a GIF of a disappointed cat shaking its head: “What were they selling?”
“uhm, well, that was your price,” I say while grabbing my claymore from the ground. “These people, they are human traffickers. They sell people ”
She was quiet after that, but the way her eyes moved suggested she was reading sothing. So I put the last guy out of his misery and started to investigate the wall that had been bothering for a while.
“This is not real, right?” she asks. “Not after the Hamburg disaster. stuff like this should be illegal”
“I don’t think the zeppelin has anything to do with the legality of this situation,” I say.
“The Hamburg, not Hindenburg disaster,” she says while looking at like I am so kind of little kid “You know where so Corp kidnapped a samurai and made them produce weapons, and after a while, the samurai likely had enough and got a self-activating bomb and blew up an entire city block.”
“I understand, but I don’t see why that matters, that just ans they are going to be more careful with the next one they grab, they won’t stop.”
“Well, that is a scary thought,” she says. “So what are you doing anyway?”
“Sothing is not right here,” I say while indicating the wall. “On the building plans, these two walls are not there. It's like there is a hidden room,” I say while noticing so weird coloration between the filling cabinets.
“What do you an? It is not strange for a landlord to do this take a little bit of space here and there, and you can rent out an extra room,” she says.
“Sure, but nowhere in their data a storage room is ntioned. So where do they store their, let’s say, product?” I say as I push the cabinets aside, revealing a hatch that has an old-school lock on it. ”You have seen so keys sowhere?”
“Yes, Arabella had a key ring. I thought that was kind of weird; I will go and get them,” she says as she walks out into the hallway.
A bit later she cos back with a ring full of different keys and gives them to . After trying a few keys on the lock I finally find the right one. I open the hatch and inside is a little room with what looks to be eight chained-up won. They seem to shy away, trying to get as far away from the opening as possible. I co inside a bit to check things out. I note that, luckily, none of them seem physically in any danger; they are all a bit on the thin side, and their clothes, well, calling them rags would be too kind. As I see their eyes, the only emotions I see are fear or dread; so of them are even crying. I crawl back out, grab the key ring, and throw it inside.
“What are you doing? ” Bubbles asks “Aren’t we going to help them?”
“Of course we are going to help them,” I say. "But they don’t know that. To them, we just look like the next group of pricks coming in there to beat them up or worse. Give them ti to co out at their own pace. Let us clean up the bodies first, then make a plan to leave, and if they have not co out by then, we can take so different action.”
With that we start looking around. We first gather all the weapons they have and put them on one of the desks. They had one assault rifle of so kind 5 pistols and a bunch of knifes. Then we start moving the bodies into the hallway. Bubbles told she had so kind of solution that could lt the bodies down so the antithesis can’t use them anymore.
As I am about to pick up one of the bodies, I hear a loud clank of sothing heavy hitting the ground. As I turn toward the noise. I see that one of the girls has co out of the hidden room and tried to grab my claymore. The problem is, for so reason, mine is rather heavy. So she looks rather awkward trying to lift it. I slowly stand up, grab one of the pistols off the table, and approach her, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. I point the gun handle toward her, making sure to hold it by the top of the barrel.
“Take this it's lighter,” I say in a soft voice.
She looks at with big brown deer eyes full of confusion. Verry slowly she takes the gun, then takes several steps back and aims it at . I play along and raise my hands.
‘Lyssa that new shield better stop bullets.’
Lyssa would advise asking these types of questions before you give people a weapon in the future. But it should, taking a step back is still recomnded.
I take two steps back. Then, the woman checks the gun. Like full-on Arican style, half disable the pistole check every cavity. So that was unexpected, the girl knows how to handle a gun. You know what I take it, anything to make this situation better. So I lower one of my arms and point it at the assault rifle. She looks at it, then back at , then slowly walks to the table, making sure to keep aiming at . Once she reaches it, she lowers the pistol and starts doing the sa checks on the rifle. She suddenly stops as she notices the dead body I was attempting to drag out. She then walks up to it and gives it a hard kick. At this point, I don’t know if it is the nerves or sothing, but I burst out laughing.
“FUCK, YOU BLOODY MANIAC!” I hear Bubbles shooting from the hallway ” You scared the living daylight out of . I dropped one of them, and now I am splattered.”
“Sorry,” I managed to get out between giggles ”Can you wait in the hallway for a bit?”
“Sure, I can, but why?” she answers
“Well, one of the girls ca out,” I say
“ooh I see you don’t want to co in because I will spook her.”
“No, it is mostly because she has a gun, and I would prefer you not to get shot.”
“Fuck, are you okay?” she asks with concern in her voice “How did she get it anyway?”
“Ooh, I gave it to her.”
“You gave it to her. You. Gave. It. To. Her. You maniac, what is wrong with you? why?”
“Uhm to give her more power, that is at least what I would want in this situation.”
During this conversation, I have been paying attention to the lady. she looks warry but does seem to relax ever so slightly as my conversation continues. Then she points the gun at the entryway while making so kind of head motion that I interpret as a request to let Bubbles inside.
“You can co in now,” I say “But slowly, preferably with your hands above your head.”
“What, and you want to give you my wallet too?”
“You still have one of those?” I say in confusion. “Never mind, are you coming or not?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she says as she slowly walks into the office. The gun lady looks at her and then lowers her gun. Then shouts sothing in a language I do not recognize or speak. After that, more of the girls co out of hiding and start to take in the scene. Most of them try to look at or Bubbles. The gun lady is still talking to so of them.
‘Lyssa, in my combat clothing thingy, is there sothing that allows to give these people so better clothes?’ I subvocalize to my inner demon
There are so simple garnts you can purchase for only 1 point per person
‘Well do that then’
New Purchase:Complete Urban Survival Outfit rchandised x8
Points reduced to... 10
2 stacks with 4 boxes each appear in front of . I hear several gasps and see several big eyes looking at . So I take one of the top boxes.
That one is for the girl directly to the left.
‘Well okay,’ I subvocalize while giving the box to the right person ‘What is the difference between them’
Other than a few colour changes Lyssa made sure to get the shoesize and their basic height asurents correct.
‘Ooh, I see so which box belongs to who?’
As I am in the process of giving out the clothing I find out what my brain rot has cooked up this ti. All of them have so simple socks and sneakers so loose-fitting jeans and a hoody with the word maniac written on the chest in so kind of gravity-font.
“So maniac huh?” Bubbles says “It fits you”
“Oh fuck off, really, that is what we are going for,” I say, not knowing to be sad or insulted.
“As the only other samurai around, it is my right to co up with your samurai na,” she says, smugness radiating off of her.
“I see. Then who ca up with your na?” I ask
She goes completely quiet and starts to fidget, then so boxes appear nearby ”I have gotten food for everyone, help hand it out?”
“This is not over,” I say as I pick up a few of the containers and start handing them out. When that is over, I sit down with my own portion and start the complicated task of eating with my mask on.
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