Stray Cat Strut Chapter Fifty-Seven - Greedy Bits

Chapter Fifty-Seven - Greedy Bits

Sotis, the greediest thing you can do, is to give unto others.

--Riches to Rags, a guide on Corporate Living

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Minion Captain, I began. Why is this taking so long?

Initially, things had moved pretty quickly. People had started to rush about, the cops barking orders that were repeated by others. There seed to be a local fire-brigade out and about, so twenty volunteers who were helping to organize things, and so others were assisting them too.

I supposed that monts like these were make-or-break for a lot of people.

I had stepped out, and with Myalis help, bought three cat cha.

They were useful, mobile, and able to attack and defend fairly well as far as I could tell. That, and we could use them to corral people. They could even speak in that they had speakers built in that I could shout at people with.

I had considered turrets, but turrets could have been made by just about any corp out there. They didnt serve to remind people that there was a samurai on the scene, it just said hey, the cops have even more guns than usual, and that was the opposite of reassuring. They also werent mobile, and while they had more firepower-per-point, I figured being able to move was more important.

New Purchase: P.U.S.S. Model Y - Security chs - Combat Models - Three

Points reduced to... 35

Wed just need to stay mum about the na.

So, things had started off well. The cat-bots were suitably impressive, there werent any aliens coming around to chow on the civvies, and things were moving.

Well? I asked my newly appointed minion.

The police woman hesitated. Were nearly done. We were going to just move everyone as one big group, but, ah, we ran into issues?

Issues? I repeated.

She shrugged. People want to arrive at the headquarters in order of seniority. Others want to make sure the children are safest. Theres so fighting upstairs.

I wanted to pinch my brow. Everyone knows that if we dont get moving soon, everyone here will beco alien chow, right?

She took a mont before nodding.

Right, I muttered. I stepped past her and into the lobby. Myalis, can you connect to the intercom?

Certainly.

I cleared my throat, and the sound of it carried across the entire lobby. I could even hear it on the floors above. Okay everyone. Form a line right here in the lobby, three people thick. Keep your children close, and try to help those you can, were leaving. Not in ten minutes, not in five. Right now. If I have to co back to pick your sorry ass up later, I will be making you regret it.

It took a second or two for people to snap to it, but soon enough we had a line forming up with minimal shoving and pushing.

Alright! Lets move, I said.

I took the lead, and noticed the cops running ahead a bit and forming sothing of a cordon. One of them had already moved so of the cars that would be in our way.

The cat-bots paced along the sides, glowing chanical eyes glaring out at the town and back-mounted guns shifting around.

Minion Captain, take the lead, I called out to the police woman before stepping to the side when we reached the field behind the school.

The line stretched back a ways. It wasnt exactly inconspicuous to have that many people walking along, and there was plenty of coughing and a murmur of nervous conversation, but no one was screaming or shouting.

I wasnt going to jinx myself by saying that it was going well, but so far, I could see the plan working.

A hum from above had looking up to see Gomorrahs Fury hover near the schools roof. I waved her way, but doubted shed noticed.

If anything ca up, she could tell about it. Or just bomb it from the air. Either-or would be helpful.

I felt sothing like a fist in my chest, twisting just under my ribs. Stress, maybe? Id heard all about that before. The corps hated it when so rando employee got too stressed and showed up at work with a 3D printed assault rifle, so there was tons of shitty ads about dealing with that kind of thing.

I eyed the people moving in, then started following after the head of the group. So far, no aliens. I could live with that.

Captain minion, I said as I caught up with the police girl. When everyone is in the headquarters, well need to keep them all calm, think your force will be able to handle that?

NeoPinkerton subjugation officers all have to take pre-emptive deescalation classes, she said. We should be able to handle a few rowdy people.

Uh-huh, I replied. Just settle people down, reassure them that there are samurai around who are eager to kill so xenos, then share whatever food and water you have. Maybe Myalis can set up a livestream from Gomorrahs Fury. Seeing the aliens get turned to giblets might calm people down.

I... dont know if everyone would be cald down by that kind of thing, she said.

I shrugged. It would work on .

Being at the front of the crowd ant that we were the first to arrive at the headquarters.

The building was one of those places designed to look good on a pamphlet. The front had this big cent pillar, curved in at an angle and with a skeletal frawork wrapped around it. All of that covered in mirrored glass. I could only-just make out the fountain in the middle of the space beneath, so modern-art statue that looked like nothing and that probably had a descriptive plaque welded to it with text written by so wordy English Major.

It was an entirely aningless shape, surrounded by architecture that was just as useless.

The rest of the building was good old brutalist. Square and plain. I much preferred that kind of look. You could always trust a square.

The fence around the building was decorated to look a bit less like a fence, with curvy bits of tal on the outside and spiked bars above instead of barbed wire. The gate though, was just a massive slab of steel, one that was slowly opening as we approached.

There were weapon emplacents all along the fenceline. Mostly sonic-weapons. There were more conventional kinetic weapons within.

A glance inside revealed quaint little statuettes at even intervals along the inside. They had benches next to them, and little water fountains for drinking. Id bet a couple of credits that those were to hide the guns theyd use on anyone dumb enough to riot.

A man ran out of the compound in full gear. Armoured chestpiece and hard-plastic plates over his arms and thighs. He even had a half-visored helt on. Hello, he said as he ca closer. Are you the samurai?

Im one of them, I said. There should be three of us here. Gomorrahs in the muscle car. No clue where the third one is.

And you want to bring all of these employees into the headquarters? he asked. His jaw set.

I sighed. There was the trouble I was expecting. Yeah. Looks a whole hell of a lot safer in here.

The corpo cop paused. Very well. We have authority from the higher-ups to allow any citizen of Black Bear into the headquarters. As long as they stay out of certain areas and remain calm, there shouldnt be an issue.

Stay out of what areas? I asked.

Research and Developnt, on floor three, the server rooms in the basent, and the NeoPinkerton armoury on the first floor. Were collapsing cubicles on most of the office floors to make more room already.

Oh, I said. That sounded... reasonable. Well, okay then. Ill be leaving three of my cha cats with you guys. They should help if any aliens break past the walls, which they might.

The man nodded. Thank you. We could use more AA support. The best we have are a few anti-drone counterasures on the roof, but thats the best weve got against flying targets.

Uh, Ill talk to Gomorrah, then.

You seem confused.

I nodded to the cops, then tapped the side of my head in the universal Im on a call sign before backing away. The civvies were already filing in, escorted by a few more guards in armour who ran out to funnel them into the headquarters.

I was expecting... corpo fuckery, I said.

Humans can be vindictive, needlessly cruel and can lack empathy at the worst tis. But they are generally quite good when it cos to doing what they think is in their best interest. Sotis that math works out to aning that the best thing to do in any given mont, is to help those they can as best they can. In this case, so of the administrators of this company judged that assisting their workers would an that those sa workers would be able to return to work sooner, and with less ill-will against the corporation as a whole.

Thanks, I said. It really helps when you point out where the greedy bits are in all of this.

Youre welco!