Chapter Nine - Twitchy
In this three-part summary, we will explain the historical precedent for the fall of global powers after the first Incursion.
There were three, arguably four, major economic and military powerhouse nations on Earth. The United States of Arica, Russia, China, and by so reckonings, Germany.
By 2030, the three most powerful of these nations no longer existed in a form people prior to 2020 would recognize.
The fall of the United States was rather abrupt for so, though others had predicted it for so ti. The nation, after years of turmoil, broke apart and might have fallen into civil war if not for the intervention of so key players.
The reversal of Roe v. Wade, the increased power of increasingly-religious authorities in so regions, the crash of the federal economy, increased tensions between growing minorities and the police, and the rise of a third corporate party, all hastened the demise of a once powerful nation into a ss of nation-states with their own laws and regulations and animosities.
--A History After the Drop, Online Lecture by Professor Sterne
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The amount of traffic on the imdiate edge of the incursion zone was surprising. I expected people to keep away, but might have been giving them too much credit.
Not that it truly mattered. We shot right past an aerial barricade manned by a few police chasers and deeper into the city without so much as twitching. I saw a cops head snap around, but no one followed us, so I figured we were safe.
It was eerie flying through a city with no cars moving around at a snails pace, the lights in most towers completely off, and the smog layer above broken in a few places to reveal the sky above. I found myself taking things in through the rainbow-wet sheen of the windscreen.
We werent moving towards the centre of the incursion zone, but rather skirting along the edge.
Right over here.
The little taxi started to slow down while rising up. Floors flashed by, and huge unlit billboards for healthcare insurance and the newest shoes moved by until we levelled off and turned into an open parking garage.
The place was only lit by a few dozen red ergency lights, enough to make out a lack of parked cars and a whole lot of empty space.
Myalis parked in the middle of the lot, coming down with a faint lurch before the hovercars engines whined to a stop.
This is it? I asked.
The door next to opened with a hiss.
Yes. This is the place. Our subject was last seen two floors down.
I stepped out, pulled Whisper along behind , then looked about for anything interesting. I could hear all sorts of things. tal ticking, the patter of the rain outside, the humming of so ventilation systems and old neon lights. Nothing that sounded alien, or alive.
I tucked Whisper up against my shoulder, then thought better of it and slung the crossbow over my back. Lets head out, then, I said as I pulled out my Trench Maker, still loaded with so highly flammable high-explosive .45 rounds. Probably more handy in the tight confines of a building than my crossbow.
Elevator access is to your right.
Following Myalis instructions brought to an elevator that opened as soon as I got close to it. So, do you have a plan, because I know fuck all about finding lost people. Ive seen a couple of police procedurals, but I dont think those count.
The buildings cara and security network is on a closed circuit. Part of it is stored online, hence why the other Vanguards found what they did, but the rest is better secured. I could break in, but there might be physical shut-offs. I think the best solution is to search around the area where Miss McCarthy was last seen, then find out where the security system is actually stored to verify what we can.
I stepped into the elevator and humd along to the shitty auto-generated music. Sounds good, I said.
The doors opened again when I was a couple of floors down, and I stepped out into a long corridor lined with doors that had little numbers on them.
Most of them were torn open already, lying on the floor off to one side, or just left open.
All the junk on the floor hinted at why theyd been opened, as did the noise of people moving deeper in the floor.
What the hell? I muttered as I brought my Trench Maker up and started walking down the passage. A glimpse into one of the little apartnts showed a tiny little ho. There was a kitchen-living room combo, with a little office space at the back missing any computer hardware. Another smashed open door inside showed a bedroom hardly bigger than the queen-sized bed within, with a little bathroom next to that.
The entire thing didnt take up half the space of the bedroom Lucy and I shared the night before.
A picture on the wall showed off a family of five. Three kids and their parents. It was a bit small for that many people, but seed pretty standard for a middle-class ho.
I kept moving, passing more and more apartnts with doors torn off hinges and interiors ransacked and emptied of anything valuable. Printed pictures and the like were left behind, but it was obvious TVs had been torn off walls and computers were missing from desks.
So of the apartnts had little two-by-two windows looking out onto the smog. Those were probably a bit pricier.
I started moving along at a faster pace, ignoring so of the apartnts in favour of making better ti towards the end of the corridor where I could still hear soone... multiple soones, moving around and grunting.
The mont I ca around a corner I found myself facing a group of n in overalls and bulletproof vests manhandling a battering ram into a door.
Behind them was a long cart, stacked full of computers and screens.
One of them, an obvious lookout, scread sothing incoherent on seeing , raised up a little SMG, and pulled the trigger.
I dove back around the corner just as a wild spray of bullets tore holes into the wall across the corner.
What the hell! I shouted back.
Th-this area is under the, uh, control of the NMS and R group! one of them called back.
I pressed my back against the wall while my heart cald down a bit. I hadnt been hit, and my hearing was fine. That was a start. I could hear six distinct heartbeats just around the corner, and more idiots moving farther away.
Who the fuck are you? I asked.
Youre trespassing on corporate territory! soone else called out. Co out with your hands in the air and all weapons dropped. All goods on your person are forfeit. Prepare yourself for fines and imprisonnt!
From what I can tell, the NMSR is a group of post-incursion scavengers. They are here legally.
Wonderful, I said. Theyve been emptying peoples houses?
That is what they do.
Alright, I said. Im coming out. If I see any of you with a gun pointing my way, youre dead. Ive got so new weapons I havent tested out yet. You dont want to play guinea pig.
Myalis got the hint, because my shoulder-mounted guns unfolded and ca to a rest beside my head. The railgun to one side, plasma caster on the other.
Threatening us wont do anything. Co on out right now!
I could hear them moving around, placing the cart between us and bringing guns to bear. Myalis, can you send them a nice warning?
With pleasure.
There was a long mont of silence, only faster heartbeats filling it. Oh, fuck, one of them whispered.
I turned around and waved out the side with my chanical arm. Hey guys, how about you lower those and we wont have ourselves a ss? I asked. Im sure your insurance premiums would be much lower if you dont add a suicide by Samurai on it.
It could be fake, One of them whispered.
It isnt, I said.
I could tell most of them had lowered their guns thanks to my weird ass echo-vision so I carefully moved out of cover, arms lowering so both hands wrapped around the handle of my Trench Maker.
Six pairs of eyes locked onto . They didnt seem all that enthused about the guns around my shoulders. So, which one of you just tried to shoot ? I asked.
Five of them glanced at the weediest guy in the lot who was shaking his head like a kitten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Yeah, next ti maybe, you know, dont just shoot random people? I asked.
Are, are you a Samurai? One of them asked.
Yeah. Im here investigating sothing, and now, I said with a growing smile. I have all of you to help !
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