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Interlude - A Roaming Raccoon's Reasonable Relationships [Part Three]

Interlude - A Roaming Raccoon's Reasonable Relationships [Part Three]

Rac was growing to really love the Barber Shop. The little club was... nice. The music was weird and old, but it was still catchy. She wasnt sure what to think of all the people dressed as animals. That wasnt her thing, but they were mostly nice, and she... fit in?

Yeah, thats how she decided to put it. She fit in.

Hey! Youre here, Garter said. He was smiling, and Rac found herself suddenly a little nervous, at least until she shoved it down.

The others were in the sa booth as Garter. Jerusalem was splayed out across the table, eyes on an old-school tablet, and Coco was sitting half in and half out of the booth. It was a little too small for her to fit into normally.

Hey, Rac said. She slipped in next to Garter, very aware of when her hip bumped into his. We have a job?

We do, Garter said.

Rac got a ping in her aug, and she connected to the teams chat. It let her see that there had been so discussion going on that shed missed. Most of the speaking was Jerusalem, though.

Spider: Hello, Rac.

Spider: We have a job.

Whats the job? Rac asked.

Hey, calm down, Coco said. Lets get sothing in you first. You look like you havent eaten anything in a week. Coco raised a hand, gesturing to one of the servicers. She got a wave back, and soon enough a small wheeled robot with a touch-screen to order on rolled over. Im starving, Coco said as she started to punch an order in.

While Coco gets us snacks, Garter said with a laugh. Did you hear the news? About the samurai contract?

No? Rac said. Shed been a little busy today. That morning shed run into Lucy, and the rather intense girl had asked Rac if she could help them print out so more prosthetics. Rac didnt mind. She needed to print out so more ammo for her gun anyway, and the printer could do multiple things at once if it was loaded right. It had been a busy, but quiet, morning.

Garter grinned. Right, right, so its big news in the rc circuit, at least here. Story goes that soone stole from a samurai. One of the mid-listers, you know?

Okay, Rac said. That... happened, sotis. It was like people didnt know any better. It wasnt smart to punch upwards, but people did it anyway.

Garter nodded along. So, samurai tracks them down, but the trail goes cold. So they give up, right?

Thats weird, Rac said.

Yeah, a samurais like a dog with a bone, Coco said.

Anyway, instead of going after the stuff themselves, they put out a contract. And thats where it gets interesting. See, they didnt put money on the line, they put points.

Spider: Not enough of them.

Any amount is a lot, Garter said. Thats like paying in... gold, or sothing even more valuable. Anyway, every rc worth their salts jumping on the contract. Mostly the solos.

Why the solos? Rac asked.

Cant split the pay well, Coco said. Its twenty points. Thats like... four top-end guns? Depends on what youre wanting to get. But yeah, if your crews big, how do you split that? Does the whole crew get one thing they need to share?

Oh, Rac said.

Ah, but our crew had four mbers, Garter pointed out. Hey, Spider, twenty divided by four?

Spider: Are you fucking kidding ?

Spider: Its 5.

Garter laughed. Five more than any of us would ever get to play with.

Spider: Ive seen what you can buy

Spider: for five points

Spider: Its not much

Then Ill take your five, if you dont want them, Garter said. Lets call it five hundred credits?

Spider: Fuck off.

So, were taking this job? Rac asked. She wasnt sure if it was worth it for her. What could she get for that kind of reward? Her gun was probably worth a few dozen points, maybe? She wasnt sure how that kind of stuff worked out.

Were definitely taking the job, Garter said. He glanced up as a serving bot ca over with a tray and slid it on the table. There were several burgers on it, fries, so drinks. Coco rubbed her hands together, then pushed one of the burgers towards Rac.

Eat, she ordered.

Spider, privacy? Garter asked.

Spider: Ill do what I can.

There was a faint whine, and Rac tried not to wince as her augs flickered. Spider was doing so hacker stuff to disable coms and recordings. It was a pretty typical move on his part. He said it wasnt ideal, but it would stop low-level spying.

So, Spider and I have been on the case since the news dropped, Garter muttered conspiratorially.

Rac grabbed her burger and started eating. It was good. Hot and aty and filled with the Barber Shops secret sauce, which was really sweet. Mhm?

Yep. And weve discovered sothing.

Spider: I discovered sothing.

Right, right, Garter said. We think we know where the goods are. Sunrise Technologies is this low-level corp. Place is owned by nobody, whos owned by nobody. You know the kind of place. Theyre really big into grabbing discarded samurai tech.

Theyre the ones that stole from the samurai? What was taken anyway? Rac asked.

Prosthetics, Garter said.

Rac choked on her bite.

Whoa, you okay? Coco asked. She pushed a soda across the table, popped the tab open, then put an all-plastic straw through it. Drink this, let it out, girl.

Im fine, Rac said with a few more coughs. Wrong pipe.

Dont do that on a mission, Garter said. I rember once, I think Coco swallowed a mosquito. Nearly died.

Not from the choking, it was from every damned guard turning on all at once. Its why you should wear a mask on ops. Not just to hide your ID, you know?

Rac nodded along while her mind raced. Prosthetics? Sure, a lot of samurai had artificial limbs. There were so weird ones out there. And shed heard Cat ntion that Deus Ex, who looked normal, was actually just sending clones out, so there was stuff like that too.

But how many samurai were dealing in prosthetics outside of personal use, in New Montreal, right now?

Rac only knew one, and Cat was the lazy type. Shed definitely pay off so rcs to do her work for her. S-so, this mission, were taking it?

Definitely, Garter said. Grapevine says that only a few of the bigger rc companies are moving in, and most of the solos are still damned clueless. They dont have a Jerusalem to help them figure things out.

Spider: Complints wont save you.

You want in too? Rac asked Jerusalem. The shrunner shrugged his leather-clad shoulders.

Spider: I dont care too much about the pay on this one

Spider: The rep tho

Spider: Its good for us.

Plus, wed be getting on the good side of a samurai, Garter said. I heard that it might be the sa chick that blew the mayors head off.

Yeah, Rac said. Theyd t Cat already, but they hadnt put two and two together yet. That might change with this mission. Shed have to do damage control at so point, wouldnt she?

Rac supposed that the reputation boost was worth it, though, and in a way it was her doing a favour for Cat. She was already sleeping in Lucys house--Cat had set aside a little room for her, sa as the orphans they kept, and Rac had never felt safer than when she slept there. She wanted that to continue, because a rent of nothing with free food and ammo and electricity was sothing no one smart would pass up.

You in? Garter asked.

Im in, Rac said. She took another bite of her burger to hide her expression while Garter cheered and patted her on the back.

Coco was in too, of course. The big woman was wondering aloud about the kinds of stuff she could get for the reward Cat was offering. Rac tuned them out a little. This was... good.

Yeah, it was good. Shed have Cat owing her a tiny favour, and that'd make it less likely that shed get kicked out the mont she wasnt needed anymore. That was good.

Jerusalem might have been trying to hide it, but he was just as excited as Garter as the two started to strategize. There was nothing for Rac to do yet, not for a while. She might be sent ahead to scout, but that would only be later.

She looked over her team, and hoped that they wouldnt freak out too much if they learned that she knew a samurai, and that shed introduced them already.

I hope we get to et them! Coco said. Ive always wanted a samurai to sign my tits.

Rac sighed. No, no, she was screwed.

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