Stray Cat Strut Chapter Forty-Nine - Those Who Love Cannons

Chapter Forty-Nine - Those Who Love Cannons

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The first thing I did once I was back on the ground floor was to check on the cha cats. I had a handy app-like bit of software I could tap into that basically gave a shitty map of the area and showed where the cat-drones were in relation to . They were all green, which I figured ant we were safe for the mont.

Then I checked on Grasshopper.

My... friend was leaning up against a wall, legs sprawled out and the nanomachine healing kit sitting on her lap. She had a granola bar in one hand and was chewing it slowly as I approached.

Hey, I said. Feeling better?

She chewed a few more tis, then swallowed. Yes, she said. I suspect Im dosed with enough painkillers that attempting to operate anything wouldnt be a wise choice.

Yeah, I bet, I said.

The civilians filed into the area behind . They were sticking close to each other, like a frightened herd of deer that had just been startled. Their eyes were open the sa way, as if the first loud noise they heard would be enough to spook them. Honestly, I couldnt bla them.

Still, if they were a bit more calm, Id consider arming them up for their own safety. As it was... that didnt seem wise.

Grasshopper leaned up so that she could see the civilians better. Theres... less of them, she said.

Yeah, I agreed.

Oh.

It was just one little sound, but the way she said it carried a lot of baggage. I half turned and gestured the civilians away. They were reluctant to move until a few of the cat chs in the area herded them away.

I knelt down next to Grasshopper. Are you okay? I asked.

She considered it, then took a bite of her granola bar and nodded. That was the most Id get out of her, I figured.

We need to find a way to get everyone out of here, I said. I dont think we can escort the civvies out to the edge of the city. Not with the wave already on top of us. I pulled up the Familys map and winced. They had a separate, more zood-in and detailed map of the current area. It was being updated a lot more frequently than their regional map. The wave was already at the space where the wall should have been.

A glance revealed it to be made of hundreds of red pinpricks, so of which winked out. I imagined that the defenders were pretty busy. We were maybe seven hundred tres away from the edge, if we could go in a straight line.

That wouldnt be possible.

Im going to call the Family for backup, I said. Bet we can get so rcs to fly a tank over. Then we can load everyone on and send them off to safety.

I imagine youll want to go as well? Grasshopper asked.

If you think you need it, I said. Personally... I dont know what Id do. But Im both stupid and hardheaded, which Ive been told is about as attractive as it is annoying. You always struck as being pretty smart. Smarter than I am, so Im not gonna tell you what to do.

Grasshopper chuckled. Thank you, Stray Cat.

Just Cat, I said.

She nodded, plopped the last of her bar into her mouth, then made a shooing gesture at . Make that call, Cat, she said.

I did as she asked, climbing to my feet and walking over to the edge of the room where I pulled up Laserjacks number. I dialled and hoped he wasnt so busy that hed just ignore the call. It rang twice before he picked up.

Are you going to die in the next ten seconds? Laserjack said, his voice gruff and not ready to take anyones shit.

No, I said.

Give half a minute, Laserjack said. I waited as the line clicked off and went mute. I crossed my arms but made an effort not to get irritated. The dude was taking care of a whole lot of shit all at once. He was a samurai, just like , I could afford him a bit of respect.

Alright, he said a minute later. Whats on fire?

Nothing. I need evac at my location for a bunch of civilians.

Thatll be hard to swing, he said. Youre in the middle of it.

Civilians and Grasshopper. Shes injured. I gave her so shit, she wont die here, but seeing a doc wouldnt hurt. Might need stitches or whatever you give to soone that got chewed up.

Ah, he said. How many civilians?

Maybe twenty, twenty-five? I didnt count, I said.

Is there a cleared landing space nearby?

I shook my head. No. Roads are quiet, but theyre a ss. I could hear the familiar thump that my railguns made from nearby. My cat chs were working hard to keep any curious aliens down. That wouldnt last forever. The mont the wave shifted, or a bigger group passed by...

Clear a space on the road for a transport, he said. You have... about three minutes. Prep the civilians too. Laserjack out.

The line went dead.

I stood there for a mont, then swore. Okay, fuck. Grasshopper! Your evacs coming in a bit. I need to make room for it. Can you help the civilians get to it once it touches down? I asked.

Grasshopper blinked a few tis, then she rolled to her side and climbed to her feet. It didnt look easy, but she made it. Ill do my very best, she said.

I nodded, then hesitated. Front or back? The back was a ss, the front probably had a lot more aliens to deal with. But then the front would be easier for the civilians.

Myalis, pull the cats back. Keep them close to Grasshopper. We dont need to secure the entire damned building, I dont think.

Understood. How do you intend to secure the street?

With a lot of bombs, I said as I crossed the offices on a straight path to the front of the building. How many access-ways are there on the street? I an... theres both ends, plus how many alleys and how many compromised buildings?

One mont... I count thirty-two ways for an antithesis ground unit to reach the road within one hundred tres of this buildings exit.

I need thirty-two of those acid rain bombs. I want every passage in to cost the fuckers. As many resonators too. Well enclose the area.

There was a model four at the entrance, prying the doors open with a pair of tentacles. It was strong enough that the glass door was starting to open.

I pulled up my Bullcat and fired through the glass and into the alien. Then I stepped out onto the street.

I may have been a little hasty, I realized as I took in the number of aliens running across. They noticed at about the sa ti.

My back-mounted guns snapped out of their housing and imdiately started to fire. I expected them to fire single shots, but instead both of them purred, a constant wave of superheated air pouring out of them while aliens all across the street were ripped apart.

Not to be outdone, I leaned into my shotgun, flicked it back to full-auto, then swept across the horde, raining buckshot into every alien I could see.

Nades, I said.

Myalis caught on, and a large box appeared by my side. I kicked it open and the acid-rain grenades within zipped up into the air above. They darted over the alleys and to the end of the road a mont before a glowing mist started to co down over those entrances.

The imdiate area around was clear, so I dropped to a knee next to the box and started to pick out resonators from within it. I turned them on with a flick of my thumb, then tossed them out across the road. My throwing aim wasnt perfect, but the fun thing with explosives was that accuracy was optional.

Were going to need sothing for the air, I said.

Turrets? A bit uncreative, but they kinda worked. I had a lot of points to work with though, and it would feel kind of la to just face a few cheap-o laser arrays on the edge of the street plucking the smaller alien birds out of the air.

Myalis, got any ideas for keeping the skies safe? I asked. Not sothing dinky.

I imagine you need a solution that doesnt require your direct attention? In that case, how about a Flak Cat Cannon?

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