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Chapter Thirty - Blueprint for Sess

 Chapter Thirty - Blueprint for Sess

 With Samurai providing the blueprints, all sorts of technological advancements once thought impossible suddenly became possible. Though just because humanity, or at least some parts of it, knew how to build these things didnt mean that they could.

 Exotic materials, incredibly tight and precise machining requirements, and the need to build entire facilities just to build the parts to build the devices we wanted took some time to develop.

 A lot of the technology we have blueprints for we simply cant construct yet.

 --Excerpt from Building the Future, 2041

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 My idea of a cleared floor did not, apparently, satisfy Gomorrah in the least.

 I wondered if she learned how to nag at nun-school while listening to herin about how I hadnt even checked every room and corner before dering the area safe. She poked her head into every room, looked at every nook and cranny, and casually melted the turrets that Myalis had deactivated.

 I left her to it and started dragging the mercs over to the lounge Id burst in from. I figured the me-sized hole in the window would help with venttion. Their guns were tossed into the armoury, which had a door Myalis could lock onmand.

 In the end, we had a dozen mercenaries, all stacked up in one room and with no gear that looked dangerous.

 Gomorrah paced for a bit, then pointed to one guy in particr. He had a bit of a five-o''clock shadow, and was wearing a rather sleek suit that was getting crumpled on ount of himying on the floor. That guy seems important. He was moved down here by the others, and I saw him giving orders.

 So hes the boss, I said.

 Maybe? Atyacus hasnt found much about him. His social media feed is pretty much empty. Theres not much to find about him other than birth records and some medical things. Nothing interesting unless you want to know that he had a hernia a year back.

 I snorted and bent down to pull the guy up. The bastard was heavy, even dragging him by hispels onto the rooms couch was a strain. Once he was sitting down I tapped his cheeks, but that didnt seem to work. Myalis, what do I need to wake this guy up?

 The knock-out gas you used will wear off within another four to six hours.

 Oh, sure, I guess well just make ourselvesfortable then, I said.

 The snark is unnecessary.

 I find it fun, I defended myself. So, anything I need to wake this guy up within the next couple of minutes? Weve been fooling around a bit, but we are on something of a schedule.

 Of course you do. Theres a rather cheap product from your ss I Medical Utilities that can solve this. Its only one point. Overuse of it has some rather terrible consequences on ones health, but I dont think thats an actual concern here.

 Alright, gimme one.

 New Purchase: Wake Up

 Points Reduced to: 7997

 A box appeared on the sofa next to theatose guy. On opening it I found a stic device the size of an inhaler, with a soft pad on one end and arge button on the other.

 Stick over exposed skin, then depress the button.

 I tugged the guys jacket sleeve up to expose his wrist and ced the device over it before pressing down. There was a bit of resistance to the press, like emptying a syringe. The man shook a bit, started to shiver, then woke up with a gasp.

 Hey there, buddy, I said.

 Ah shit, he said as soon as he locked eyes on me and Gomorrah. His gaze wandered to all the mercenaries on the floor around him, then to the hole in the wall. Do you have any idea what it means to make enemies of us? he asked.

 Uh, I replied. Not really. Didnt cross my mind. Do you have any idea what it means to kidnap a samurai kid? Because I have the impression that its a whole order of magnitude worse.

 He just kept ring. We have often assisted samurai with missions both ndestine and not. If you think us unable to call in favours then-- He finally stopped when I grabbed his jaw in my cybeic arm.

 Okay, lets start from the top. Im Stray Cat, thats Gomorrah. Do you have a name?

 I let go. My name is no business of yours you-- then I grabbed him again.

 Alright, your name is now Potty Mouth, I said.

 The look of indignity that crossed his face was great. It was a little strange to think that a trick that worked on the Kittens was working on a grown man, but I wasnt about toin. The snort from Gomorrah was only further encouragement.

 I leaned in close. Look, Potty Mouth, we didnt just burst in and knock your friends out for fun. Ive been tracking our missing girl for nearly a day now, and my patience is starting to wear thin. We got this far. We know youre the ones who kidnapped her. So, you tell me where she is, and we leave. Youve got insurance for fixing the ce up, right?

 I let go of his face again. Potty Mouth worked his jaw, still ring up at me. We cant tell you about our work with any client.

 We can empty all of your bank ounts, I replied.

 That got a twitch out of him.

 And I do mean all. Hell, Im pretty sure we could just bulk-sell all of your assets to the quickest bidder. And what we cant sell we can lock up. Is this your only base? I kinda doubt it. The others must have other things worth selling, right? And just how loyal are all the employees here? Will they stick around after they learn that payroll is now a pipedream? How long until one of them squeals for a few million?

 Potty Mouth shifted on the sofa and his eyes wandered around as if he was looking for a way out. If we betray a customers trust, were done for as a business, he said.

 If you piss me off and keep stalling, youre done for as a person, I said.

 Gomorrah raised an arm and a gout of bluish mes burst out from her sleeve. They say that burning to death is one of the worst ways to go. But usually someone dies from asphyxiation long before they cook. My fire produces no fumes.

 I stared at her. Damn, thats cold.

 Its literally the opposite, she said.

 Fine, Potty Mouth said. Look, I dont know everything that goes down, alright? Im just upper management, not the CEO. But, but I know who contracted us for the capture and confinement job.

 Capture and confinement? I repeated.

 Sounds like a euphemism for kidnapping, Gomorrah said.

 I shook my head. Corporate ng. Nasty. So, who was it? And wheres the girl now?

 Potty Mouth squirmed. I dont know where she is. I can tell you where she was delivered, but thats it. But, but, he said when Gomorrah lowered her arm to point it at him. But, they were a lot sloppier than we were. And you found us, so...

 Right, I agreed. And the who?

 Sunrise Weapons, Potty Mouth said. They make light-based weapons. Chemicalsers and electrical arc emcements. Experimental stuff from blueprints bought off some Samurai.

 And they wanted the girl, why? I asked.

 He shook his head. We didnt ask. They wanted her intact. Any new samurai intact. Along with anyone near them. We took the dog because it was close and she seemed attached to it.

 No shit, I said. Standing taller, I reached to rub my eyes, remembered that I had a helmet on, then let my arm drop. Damn. Okay. You got the drop-off location?

 More importantly, do you know which division of thepany you worked for? Gomorrah asked. They have a few instations that are on public record. I doubt they have cells in their ounting offices, but Id like to narrow it down some more.

 Potty Mouth hummed. It was their R&D, I think. But not the main one. I think they got a second group just for this. Most people wouldnt agree to work on a samurai.

 I wonder why? I said, voice as t as it could go. Myalis, you remember that big gun I bought the other day? The one that I never got to fire?

 Are you talking about the decoy railgun?

 Thats the one. I need a bomb from the same set. Something with decent motion sensors on it.

 I think I understand.

 W-what are you doing? Potty Mouth asked.

 I pat him on the head. Youll see, I said.

 New Purchase: Decoy Bomb

 Points Reduced to: 7995

 The bomb was an borate affair, with a steel case and a few canisters connected to a screen in the middle. A silvery ball sat atop it, spinning around and scanning the room with a red beam like one of those barcode scanners at a grocers.

 I ced it on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Right. You stay here, Potty Mouth, I said. Well be activating this as soon as were out of the room. Maybe dont move?

 I gestured to the door with a thumb, and Gomorrah walked out ahead of me.

 Ive got your number, I said before shutting the door. It didnt do much to stop his protests.

 A loud beep from the bomb shut him up though.

 Lets go see Sunrise about a girl, I said.

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Chapter Thirty - Blueprint for Success