Chapter Thirty-Nine - etingus Interuptus
Cheating? No, no, I would never. My wife and I have been in a loving relationship for nearly a decade nowmore, maybe. Shes the one that tans my hide when I forget the date of our anniversary! Hah!
No, Tom, I wont be paying those sorts of accusations any mind. Theyre just a losers attempt to throw dirt on my good na.
Now, my competition seem like good folk at first glance, but I think if the wise, voting citizens of our fine city start to dig a little deeper, theyll learn that things arent quite as they seem.
Why...
--Excerpt from an interview with Mayor Dupont, 2056
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The secretary jumped out of his seat and darted down the corridor ahead of . Th-this way, miss, he said. Ive sent a ssage to the mayor to expect you, but, ah, hes preparing for an important eting.
What about? I asked. We soon took a turn in the passageway and were crossing down the middle of a room filled with cubicles. Office drones were clicking away behind screens, so few leaning back while jacked into the net.
Ah, its with the city council? Theres a eting at ten this morning.
I glanced at my aug clock and held back a wince. It was past nine already? At the rate we were going, I wouldnt get to sleep until the afternoon. Whats the etings agenda? I asked. Is it an ergency eting?
Ah, no? Just an ordinary eting.
Huh, alright, I said. I considered crashing the eting instead, but we were already here, and there was no way I could just sit around and wait. Maybe I could have planned things a little better, but then, I wasnt all that keen on planning things.
The mayor would be... interesting to handle. I didnt know anything about him. I think Id seen his face on so posters slapped onto walls and maybe a few ads between two posts.
Hey, wait up!
I stopped and glanced over my shoulder. Rac wasnt next to anymore, and I had no idea when shed moved away. I spotted her a few tres back, tossing aside bits of paper and junk off her shirt. She had a stapler in hand, and there was an office worker staring at her from next to a tipped-over trash can.
Whats that? I asked.
Stapler. Slightly used. Probably a broken spring or sothing, Rac said. She stuffed it into one of her bigger pockets, and it clunked against sothing else she had in there. Then her arm darted out and she added a pen to her collection.
That wasnt in the trash, I said.
h, they wont miss it, she replied.
Fair enough.
Uh, here, the secretary said. He gestured down at the end of the room. There were so steps leading up to a landing with a mirrored wall beyond that. I bet that it was there so that anyone in the room could overlook their sea of keyboard monkeys.
So, you know the mayor, right? I asked.
In passing, the secretary said. I've been an intern here for two years now. Just a bit more and Ill be on the payroll! But yeah, Ive seen the mayor before. Mister Dupont is... nice enough. Im not his secretary, Im just at the front lobby.
Uh-huh, so how do you figure hes going to react if I tell him theres a threat to the city that needs his imdiate action to fix?
The secretary winced.
Right, got it, I said. Rac, stay close, and if you see pulling a gun, cover your ears. I dont want to hurt your hearing.
Aww, thanks!
I walked up the steps and right up to the mayors door. There was a plaque next to it with Mayor Dupont written on it in big blocky letters. I turned the handle, then frowned as it jiggled in place. He left his door locked?
I checked with my augs, but there didnt seem to be any electronic lock on the door. I knocked instead.
Im busy here, soone said. Co back in a mont.
I heard shuffling, and with a twitch of my ears I could make out so of what was happening on the other side. The mayor had to be the big guy behind a bigger desk. The woman on her knees before him was probably not the mayor.
I shrugged and brought my foot up.
Want to pick the lock? Rac asked.
I considered it. No, but thanks. Its nice of you to offer. My foot ramd into the door right next to the handle with all the force I and my very expensive power armour could put into it.
The real wood wall next to the door cracked and the entire thing crashed back into the room.
I glanced around as I walked in. The mirror really was a window. Knew it! There were so plinths with pots on them, and a few old knick-knacks in glass cases. The desk was pretty impressive, a huge wooden thing that looked older than most of the buildings in the city, the kind that had probably broken soones back when they tried to fit it into the room. The far wall had another window, this one overlooking the front of the city hall and the streets before it.
Who the fuck are you? the mayor asked as he stood up.
My hand snapped out and covered Racs face.
Might wanna put away your little electoral device there, I said.
The mayors face went red, but he put things away and zipped up his pants while a pretty young woman in office chic climbed to her feet and stared daggers. Not at , but at the secretary who had led here. Fuck off, Tim, she snapped.
I didnt say anything, Tim the intern said, his hands raised.
Okay, the dramas cute, but could you two... you know, do this sowhere else? I need to talk with the mayor.
The two secretaries moved out of the room while Mayor Dupont slamd his hands on his fancy desk. Who are you, and why hasnt security stopped you?
Im Stray Cat, or just Cat. Apparently Im ranked 48,094th most... sothing samurai, which is really unimpressive. Also, they didnt stop because of either common sense, or a sense of self-preservation. Toss up, really.
The mayor swallowed, eyes widening a mont before they narrowed and his glare reset itself. I dont care if youre the head of the Family itself. You cant just... barge in here!
She literally just did, Racoon said. Can I? she asked, pointing with both hands at the wastebasket next to his desk.
Whos that? he asked, pointing to Racoon.
Thats Raccoon, I said. She, uh, likes trash. Dont ask. Im here to talk.
So you broke my door? Thats oak!
I thought youd be more pissed because I interrupted your pre-eting BJ, I said. I would be.
Rac stood up, a pair of very lacy underthings held up by a string in her hands. I dont know, fatso here seems to get it on a lot. That, or hes got really small hips. She held the panties out by the band and raised them, as if judging if hed fit in them.
Dont touch that, Rac. You dont know where its been.
I can guess, she said.
I shook my head, then stepped up and pulled out one of the chairs before the mayors desk. Co on, lets sit down. We have a lot to talk about, and I feel like Ive made a bad first impression.
The mayor glared for a mont more, then he stepped back and sat down. Im Mayor Dupont, the rightfully elected official in charge of the city of New Montreal, he said.
Brilliant, I said. I was hoping that if I started at the top I might be able to get things done. We have a problem, both of us.
He eyed up and down, not in a dirty way, just judging. I imagine it has sothing to do with the faint odour of shit wafting off of you?
Are you guessing? I asked. Because that would be sowhat impressive.
No, I received reports that two samurai were causing trouble in the sewers soti very early this morning. He gestured to , then Rac. Did he think she was a samurai? She was certainly weird enough.
Yeah. A lot of citizens were kidnapped by the Sewer Dragons. No recognition on his face. A gang living in the sewers. They maintained the sewers and kept them running; it also made them sowhat untouchable. Plus, their ho is a death trap.
Youre using the past tense, he noted. I imagine theyre no longer an issue.
Maybe. We freed the civilians theyd taken and... well take care of them, I guess. Therere probably so remnants of the gang down there. Our problem is that they kept the sewers working.
And thats our problem? he asked.
I like hot showers and running water as much as the next girl. And when I flush, I like it when my toilet doesnt vomit shit all over. Now, Im no expert in matters of sewage, but I know sothings fucky when I see it, and the entire citys sewage system is very fucky.
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