Stray Cat Strut Chapter Sixty-Seven - Exploring New Holes with Your Favorite

Chapter Sixty-Seven - Exploring New Holes with Your Favorite Nun

Okay, so you know how slave labour is all sorts of illegal, right?

Obviously.

Right, so get this. Soone volunteering... isnt. An employee giving you ti willingly, without asking for pay? Yeah, thats fine.

Whos going to work for free?

No, no, see, thats the best part. You take note of who did volunteer work, make it public, and when promotions roll around, you tell those who volunteered a lot and who happen to get promoted that its partially because they volunteered.

So to get promoted you need to volunteer?

What? No, thatll just get idiots with too much ti up the ladder. Nah, but when soone who did volunteer gets promoted, you make a big show of it. Im telling you, about one fifth of our employee work hours last year were entirely volunteer work. You can even use it as a tax write-off!

--Overheard conversation at the AE New Montreal Head Office

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Cause Player didnt complain about how cramped the rear seats of the Fury were. That was great.

He did complain about just about everything else though. Slow down!

Im hardly going fast, Gomorrah said.

Its relative! he said as trees whipped by on either side.

Were barely going one hundred, Gomorrah complained.

Thats really fast when youre only feet off the ground!

I snorted. Who uses feet? For asuring shit, I an.

Id use liters for that, Gomorrah whispered.

It took a second, but when I caught on I cackled.

The road! The road! Cause Player shouted.

Gomorrah looked ahead, twitched us out of the path of a tree, then turned to stare at Cause Player. I didnt learn to drive yesterday, you know?

Wait, I vaguely recall you telling you didnt know how to drive?

That was three days ago.

I looked out ahead, at all the trees whipping by. Um, now Im a little concerned too, I admitted.

Cause Player said sothing that was probably rude, but Gomorrah chose that mont to yank us up, spin Fury around, then co to a very quick hover on a flat patch of ground.

The forest was cleared for a ways, leaving plenty of room for the huge machines that were parked around the mine entrance, which was wider than most of the houses in Black Bear and twice as tall.

The Fury slid to a stop and hovered a tre off the ground, front facing the mine entrance. The entrance, and about a dozen Antithesis.

Huh, Gomorrah said.

She flicked sothing, and a large gun unfolded from the cars hood.

The Furys soundproofing proved its worth. I didnt even hear the machine gun going off. Soon, the few Model Threes and Fours lingering around were turned into so much pulp that they were hard to tell apart from a pile of roadside slush.

This is your stop, Gomorrah said. We even cleared the landing zone.

Thank you, Cause Player said. I think... Ill figure out how to get back on my own.

Suit yourself.

I leaned to the side to see him open the backdoor. He looked stange, all tucked in with his heavy armour, knees almost at his chest. It was good that his guns were the teleport-y sort. Stay warm, I said. And if shit goes crooked, give us a call.

I will, he said. You do the sa. With that, he squeezed out of the car and crashed into the ground, boot-first. Heavy tal started to fill the air as he strode forwards, and a large gun materialized into his arms.

Really want one of those, I said.

The music? Gomottah asked as the door closed.

The magic gun thing, I said.

She nodded. Its neat.

Gomorrah drove forwards, then angled us up and over the rocky hillside into which the mines dove.

I have the survey information from the headquarters. It seems as if they sent information that doesnt entirely match the seismographic information obtained from the orbital strike. Either the company is lying, their information is out of date, or they are incompetent. I suspect its a little bit of all three.

Did you check around for any signs that theyre lying on purpose? I asked.

None that I could see, but there are so employees who have a history of bending the truth to better pad out the bottom line.

Well, that wasnt unexpected. Whatever. Well figure it out once were down there. If the place is active, well want to deploy quickly.

Rockets in the entrance?

Might make the place cave in on us, I said.

Thats fair. Do you have anything to prevent a cave-in from killing you? Gomorrah asked.

I dont, I said. Well, bombs.

The nun sighed. Bombs dont... well, I suppose technically.

I kinda wished she could see my grin. Explosives fix most problems, when youre creative enough with their use, I said.

Right, Ive got a thing. Ill buy you one once weve landed.

Really?

A hundred points to keep you alive is hardly much of a sacrifice.

I... felt a bit touched. Thanks, I said, aning it.

Gomorrah didnt comnt, instead she wheeled us around a patch of what had been a forest. I hadnt been paying too much attention, but now that we were over the area closer to where the Rods of God had impacted, it beca pretty obvious sothing big had hit.

Nearly every tree around was knocked flat on its side, like tens of thousands of narrow dominos.

The hole we were looking for wasnt that hard to spot. A crack running across the edge of a hill, maybe fifty tres long and way, way deeper.

Not finding much space to land on, Gomorrah said. Maybe there? She pointed to a spot so dozen tres from the crack, with a few rocks that looked kind of stable.

Hover over? I asked.

Yeah, but we need to unload so stuff. I think that grapple system of yours is still in the back. Im... very much not surprised that you leave stuff around in other peoples cars.

Oops, I deadpanned.

Gomorrah brought us down and set the Fury to hover. Stepping out was a bit tricky, with the ground being so uneven, but we managed.

I stared into the crevice, the whole thing feeling a lot larger, and a lot darker now that we stood right on the edge of it. Alright, lets unload the cha cats. Should we leave one with the Fury?

To guard it? No, Ill remote it up a few hundred tres. Itll target any flying Antithesis around, and it can serve as a beacon for us. Theres not much normal reception around here.

I glanced to the skies. Dark. Dark and brownish. There were so fires here and there too, little white plus reaching out to the clouds.

Cat?

I snapped out of it and rushed to the back of the Fury to help unload the cha cats stored within. Going to be tricky to get these three to the bottom, I said.

Theyre not so heavy, Gomorrah said. Whos going down first? Oh, and let get you that thing.

Ah yes, the thing, I said.

As it turned out, the thing was a small pack with clamps. It was mildly complicated to put on, and had a bunch of boxes around it. Gomorrah explained that they would deploy a sort of airbag around if shit went horribly wrong. It was more than just an airbag, but I got the gist of it.

Myalis, can I spare enough points for, like, a stealth poncho? With a hood? I asked.

A stealth poncho?

Like, a thing thatll cover more than just my jacket. I have my legs and head still visible.

I think I understand what youre looking for. Perhaps a cloak?

A cloak of invisibility? That sounds kind of aweso. Always wanted one of those.

For peeping in bathrooms? Gomorrah asked as she helped grab the last cha cat.

Showers, actually, I said.

You only want sothing simple?

Its all I can afford, I said.

You know its still weird to only hear one side of that conversation, Gomorrah said.

I shrugged.

New Purchase: Cloak of Inpurrceptability

Points Reduced to... 35

I picked up the box the cloak ca in and opened it to find a long cape-like thing, with a deep hood that of course had cat ears sewn on. Kinda cute though. I slid it on over everything else I had. Fortunately it was pretty light, because I was covered in a whole load of gear already.

Do you think we should get like, exoskeleton suits, or power armour? I asked.

Isnt that the end-goal? Gomorrah asked. Honestly, I think it depends on what youre going for.

Gomorrah and I set up my old grapple system, the drill-heads digging into so of the larger stones as if they were so much butter. And then it was ti to head down into the pit. Ill go first, I said.

Not even a debate?

I grinned, then walked off the edge. Nope!

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