Stray Cat Strut Chapter Seventeen - Mall Cops

Chapter Seventeen - Mall Cops

The last federal police force collapsed so weeks before the governnt proper did. In its place various states, new state-nation-alliances, and city-states hired private companies to take care of law enforcent. These ca at a variety of rates, levels of professionalism, and levels of corruption.

So argue that theyre still a better alternative. Others disagree and wish a return to governnt-controlled law enforcent. But with so much of the budgets of most new North Arican nations going into reconstruction and rearming efforts, that is unlikely to ever happen.

--The Rise of the Mall Cop,

published late 2037

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I didnt know what to do with myself, which was, unfortunately, sothing of a common occurrence.

What wasnt so common was having so many things to do and also not knowing which one to focus on. I had to find out what all these people were planning on doing, then I had to check on the kids upstairs and escort them down, then... then wed see.

There had to be two, maybe three hundred people in the parking garage. Most of them clumped up in little groups next to pillars and parked cars. Office drones, mostly, with so kids mixed in, and a few androids that seed at a loss for what to do. I even saw Bitchbot spinning in circles off near the far end. It was a wonder that anyone had bothered to keep that bot active for so long.

One group off to the side looked important, a guy in a security officers uniform, knee pads and vest and all, was talking to a few others who looked like office drones and teachers. He was barking orders, the growl of his voice audible all the way over where I was.

I started walking over but was intercepted by what looked like two of the three stooges. Sue , the orphanage only played movies and shows that were copyright free.

Hey miss, the fat one of the pair said. Thats a fine gun, but Im afraid youll need to hand it over.

I eyed him up and down, from his self-assured little shit-eating grin to the frumpled jumpsuit with a logo over his shoulders. Mall Cops, Only The Nicest. He had a gun strapped to his hip, a fancy thing with a light, what looked like a laser pointer and a tiny scope atop it, all done up in matte black. It matched his little tacticool bulletproof vest.

His partner, taller and skinner, had the sa getup, but his vest failed to cover a good chunk of his abdon.

I dont think so, I said.

Its for your, and everyone elses, safety, he said. His grin turned ugly. Wouldnt want us to confiscate it.

Look, dipshit, I whispered. I made sure not to reach for my gun, I wasnt bulletproof... yet. I need to talk to your boss over there, coordinate shit, then Im off.

You can be off after youve given us that gun, and after weve frisked you. Dont make our lives harder than they are.

I licked my lips and cursed the little guy in the back of my head. Myalis, is there a way to announce who I am? I asked.

My nas not Maya, kid, the man said.

Of course. Do you wish for to ping the local servers and announce your presence? This cannot be undone Im afraid, but it might help. Most human interest groups understand the value of assisting a Vanguard in a ti of need.

Go ahead, I said.

The man ahead of tilted his head and looked towards my ears. You talking to so el--

Everyone in the room paused, discussions cut out for a mont. I saw old school phones vibrating and eyes going glassy as people looked at screens I couldnt see.

Then every eye in the room turned my way.

The stooges in front of took a couple of steps back, both of them going rather pale.

Myalis, what did you send them? I hissed.

Your current profile and disposition.

Can I see it? I asked. The looks were unnerving.

SYSTEM-WIDE WARNING Vanguard Cat is here to save the day!

Why is it fucking pink?! I asked. Then I stared at the picture of myself with a big grin giving the viewer a thumbs up. It wasnt even a proper photo but a looping gif. And when did you get that?

I created a simulation of your appearance based off of observed reflections, public profile images and local cara feeds. It was simple to make your model pose as desired.

Its cringey, I said. The stares took on a whole new aning. I think half of them thought it was so sort of prank. Change it, please.

Very well. I will try to create sothing more serious and befitting of your station.

Everyone winced again.

For fucks sake, I whispered. Show first next ti.

Oh. You only had to ask!

SYSTEM-WIDE WARNING All operations within floors -2 to 12 of 2517 Trudeau Avenue are now under the control of Vanguard Unit Catherine 'Cat' Leblanc. Please follow her directions or risk losing your physical or monetary capabilities! Current Vanguard profile: Alias: Cat Age: Restricted Combat Readiness: High Kill Count: Classified Specialities: - Kinetic Firearms - dical Utilities

Do you get off on embarrassing ? I wondered.

Yes!

I felt my eye twitching.

The security chief looking guy stomped over to and saluted. Youre Cat? he asked.

Guess so, I said. It wasnt ti for fooling around. Youre in charge here?

As in charge as I can be, he said. You have orders?

Honestly, no. Tell what you need and Ill try to provide. Cant stay here forever. Theres a large group two floors up. Im going to escort them down here. We were thinking we could grab a hover bus and fly out of here.

That... He paused, licked his lips and generally didnt seem to like the idea. Our protocols are to stay and protect the building and its inhabitants and workers until were relieved.

I snorted. Did you catch a glimpse of the city? The only relief youre getting is in a grave. If you make it to a grave and not so aliens stomach. I shook my head. Theres no staying here.

He frowned. If you say so, maam.

Maam? I asked.

He shrugged. All samurai are granted the rank of Captain by default. You technically outrank .

I blinked. Well shit, thats handy. You guys need guns and such?

Weve got hold-outs ant for crowd control. Rubber bullets dont do much against xenos. We do have so actual guns, but not enough for the n I have here, less for those that are volunteering to help. Were planning to sweep the building soon, get everyone onto this floor, but I cant do that with pea-shooters.

I bit my lip and considered that. Can your rubber bullet guns handle normal rounds? I asked. I wished I knew more about guns to be able to tell without asking. Also, do you have a na?

Simmons, and... yes, we should be able to. He pulled the gun at his hip out of its holster and yanked the magazine out and then did sothing to pull a bullet from the gun. He showed it to , black tip over a copper casing. These things are ant to hurt, not kill. Lower powder charge per bullet and all, but its in standard nine-milliter. We could fire normal rounds but our slides might burst off. Our tasers are shit and I wouldnt want to approach one of those beasts with a baton, regardless of how much they pay .

Right, I said as I took his magazine and twisted it around. Myalis, got any ammo available, or would giving them new guns outright be better?

A case of standard nine milliter rounds, with slightly reduced powder charge would cost you one point.

I raised an eyebrow. How many bullets is that?

Five hundred. Their lethality would be reduced, but my projections suggest that they would still be effective against the lower ranked Antithesis.

Shit, I said. At that price, uh, Im at twenty-seven?

You are.

Give two cases and, uh, three of those Foxteeth.

New Purchase:Foxteeth Model D x 3

Points reduced to... 12

New Purchase:9mm Reduced Charge Rounds - Case of 500 x2

Points reduced to... 10

Boxes started to appear around my feet and I saw Simmons eyes light up with pure gun-nut joy. I didnt like losing so many points, but it might pay to make a good impression.