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Chapter Sixty-Seven - Exploring New Holes with Your Favorite Nun

 Chapter Sixty-Seven - Exploring New Holes with Your Favorite Nun

 Okay, so you know how vebour is all sorts of illegal, right?

 Obviously.

 Right, so get this. Someone volunteering... isnt. An employee giving you time willingly, without asking for pay? Yeah, thats fine.

 Whos going to work for free?

 No, no, see, thats the best part. You take note of who did volunteer work, make it public, and when promotions roll around, you tell those who volunteered a lot and who happen to get promoted that its partially because they volunteered.

 So to get promoted you need to volunteer?

 What? No, thatll just get idiots with too much time up thedder. Nah, but when someone who did volunteer gets promoted, you make a big show of it. Im telling you, about one fifth of our employee work hoursst year were entirely volunteer work. You can even use it as a tax write-off!

 --Overheard conversation at the AE New Montreal Head Office

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 Cause yer didntin about how cramped the rear seats of the Fury were. That was great.

 He didin about just about everything else though. Slow down!

 Im hardly going fast, Gomorrah said.

 Its rtive! he said as trees whipped by on either side.

 Were barely going one hundred, Gomorrahined.

 Thats really fast when youre only feet off the ground!

 I snorted. Who uses feet? For measuring shit, I mean.

 Id use liters for that, Gomorrah whispered.

 It took me a second, but when I caught on I cackled.

 The road! The road! Cause yer shouted.

 Gomorrah looked ahead, twitched us out of the path of a tree, then turned to stare at Cause yer. I didnt learn to drive yesterday, you know?

 Wait, I vaguely recall you telling me you didnt know how to drive?

 That was three days ago.

 I looked out ahead, at all the trees whipping by. Um, now Im a little concerned too, I admitted.

 Cause yer said something that was probably rude, but Gomorrah chose that moment to yank us up, spin Fury around, thene to a very quick hover on a t patch of ground.

 The forest was cleared for a ways, leaving plenty of room for the huge machines that were parked around the mine entrance, which was wider than most of the houses in ck Bear and twice as tall.

 The Fury slid to a stop and hovered a metre off the ground, front facing the mine entrance. The entrance, and about a dozen Antithesis.

 Huh, Gomorrah said.

 She flicked something, and arge gun unfolded from the cars hood.

 The Furys soundproofing proved its worth. I didnt even hear the machine gun going off. Soon, the few Model Threes and Fours lingering around were turned into so much pulp that they were hard to tell apart from a pile of roadside slush.

 This is your stop, Gomorrah said. We even cleared thending zone.

 Thank you, Cause yer said. I think... Ill figure out how to get back on my own.

 Suit yourself.

 I leaned to the side to see him open the backdoor. He looked stange, all tucked in with his heavy armour, knees almost at his chest. It was good that his guns were the teleport-y sort. Stay warm, I said. And if shit goes crooked, give us a call.

 I will, he said. You do the same. With that, he squeezed out of the car and crashed into the ground, boot-first. Heavy metal started to fill the air as he strode forwards, and arge gun materialized into his arms.

 Really want one of those, I said.

 The music? Gomottah asked as the door closed.

 The magic gun thing, I said.

 She nodded. Its neat.

 Gomorrah drove forwards, then angled us up and over the rocky hillside into which the mines dove.

 I have the survey information from the headquarters. It seems as if they sent information that doesnt entirely match the seismographic information obtained from the orbital strike. Either thepany is lying, their information is out of date, or they are ipetent. I suspect its a little bit of all three.

 Did you check around for any signs that theyre lying on purpose? I asked.

 None that I could see, but there are some employees who have a history of bending the truth to better pad out the bottom line.

 Well, that wasnt unexpected. Whatever. Well figure it out once were down there. If the ce is active, well want to deploy quickly.

 Rockets in the entrance?

 Might make the ce cave in on us, I said.

 Thats fair. Do you have anything to prevent a cave-in from killing you? Gomorrah asked.

 I dont, I said. Well, bombs.

 The nun sighed. Bombs dont... well, I suppose technically.

 I kinda wished she could see my grin. Explosives fix most problems, when youre creative enough with their use, I said.

 Right, Ive got a thing. Ill buy you one once wevended.

 Really?

 A hundred points to keep you alive is hardly much of a sacrifice.

 I... felt a bit touched. Thanks, I said, meaning it.

 Gomorrah didntment, instead she wheeled us around a patch of what had been a forest. I hadnt been paying too much attention, but now that we were over the area closer to where the Rods of God had impacted, it became pretty obvious something big had hit.

 Nearly every tree around was knocked t on its side, like tens of thousands of narrow dominos.

 The hole we were looking for wasnt that hard to spot. A crack running across the edge of a hill, maybe fifty metres long and way, way deeper.

 Not finding much space tond on, Gomorrah said. Maybe there? She pointed to a spot some dozen metres from the crack, with a few rocks that looked kind of stable.

 Hover over? I asked.

 Yeah, but we need to unload some stuff. I think that grapple system of yours is still in the back. Im... very much not surprised that you leave stuff around in other peoples cars.

 Oops, I deadpanned.

 Gomorrah brought us down and set the Fury to hover. Stepping out was a bit tricky, with the ground being so uneven, but we managed.

 I stared into the crevice, the whole thing feeling a lotrger, and a lot darker now that we stood right on the edge of it. Alright, lets unload the mecha cats. Should we leave one with the Fury?

 To guard it? No, Ill remote it up a few hundred metres. Itll target any flying Antithesis around, and it can serve as a beacon for us. Theres not much normal reception around here.

 I nced to the skies. Dark. Dark and brownish. There were some fires here and there too, little white plumes reaching out to the clouds.

 Cat?

 I snapped out of it and rushed to the back of the Fury to help unload the mecha cats stored within. Going to be tricky to get these three to the bottom, I said.

 Theyre not so heavy, Gomorrah said. Whos going down first? Oh, and let me get you that thing.

 Ah yes, the thing, I said.

 As it turned out, the thing was a small pack with mps. It was mildlyplicated to put on, and had a bunch of boxes around it. Gomorrah exined that they would deploy a sort of airbag around me if shit went horribly wrong. It was more than just an airbag, but I got the gist of it.

 Myalis, can I spare enough points for, like, a stealth poncho? With a hood? I asked.

 A stealth poncho?

 Like, a thing thatll cover me more than just my jacket. I have my legs and head still visible.

 I think I understand what youre looking for. Perhaps a cloak?

 A cloak of invisibility? That sounds kind of awesome. Always wanted one of those.

 For peeping in bathrooms? Gomorrah asked as she helped me grab thest mecha cat.

 Showers, actually, I said.

 You only want something simple?

 Its all I can afford, I said.

 You know its still weird to only hear one side of that conversation, Gomorrah said.

 I shrugged.

 New Purchase: Cloak of Inpurrceptability

 Points Reduced to... 35

 I picked up the box the cloak came in and opened it to find a long cape-like thing, with a deep hood that of course had cat ears sewn on. Kinda cute though. I slid it on over everything else I had. Fortunately it was pretty light, because I was covered in a whole load of gear already.

 Do you think we should get like, exoskeleton suits, or power armour? I asked.

 Isnt that the end-goal? Gomorrah asked. Honestly, I think it depends on what youre going for.

 Gomorrah and I set up my old grapple system, the drill-heads digging into some of therger stones as if they were so much butter. And then it was time to head down into the pit. Ill go first, I said.

 Not even a debate?

 I grinned, then walked off the edge. Nope!

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Chapter Sixty-Seven - Exploring New Holes with Your Favorite Nun