Chapter Eighty - Burning Away


    <strong>Chapter Eighty - Burning Away</strong>


    <em>The Model Twenty-One is a fast-moving, ground-locked Antithesis unitmonly found on the fringes of the territory of an incursion that has been entrenched for any period over seventy-two hours. They are usually found in packs of three to five, often apanied by groups of Model Threes.</em>


    <em>They are, by nature, ambush predators and scouts for bigger, stronger units, but do not underestimate them on ount of their rtively small size. They earn their position in the twenty-ranks.</em>


    --The Familys Guide to The Enemy - Ver. 4.8496 - 2057.


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    I think thats it, I said as I took ast look around.


    The tunnel leading off thatst hive-infested intersection didnt have much to it except some stone walls and another one of those big mining rigs. A few roots were reaching into the room, but they didnt get too far down. Gomorrah made a point of burning them on the way past, leaving the corridor behind us to fill with noxious fumes and smoke.


    Looks like it, Gomorrah said.


    I nodded. Well, Im ready to get the fuck out of these tunnels, I said. Maybe see some sky, a few clouds. You know, outside stuff?


    Breathe in the smog and stretch under the radiation-heavy sunlight? Gomorrah asked. She looked around at the mineshaft we were in. Yeah, I think that would be nice.


    I couldnt help but nce up at the ceiling. It was easy to ignore that there were several hundred thousand tonnes of earth above that coulde crashing down at any moment. All the bombs and such wed been using probably didnt do anything to help the local geographys stability.


    Lets, I said before I took off back towards the intersection.


    Gomorrah had emptied both of her shoulder-mountedunchers at the big egg sac that had produced the Model Twenty-One. It meant that I had to let her carve out a path from the tunnel we were in back to the other passage we hadnt taken over, but that wasnt a big deal.


    I was pretty happy with seeing the hive chunk on fire.


    Once we were past that, it was straight down a long tunnel where a few roots had gone questing along the floor, but none of them reached all that far.


    One moment, Gomorrah said.


    I looked around, making sure there wasnt anything but Gomorrah, myself, and my remaining cat mech around. Unless there was something else and it was invisible.


    Invisible enemies were entirely unfair.


    What are you doing? I asked when I saw her head bowed for a moment. Is it prayer time?


    If it was, your interrupting would be rude, she said. Her hand opened by her side, and a container appeared just above it. Firebomb. Nothing too spectacr.


    She pulled her rocketuncher from her shoulder and shoved the container into an opening in its side.


    Ill be down that way, I said with a vague gesture in the direction opposite the one she was going to burn.


    Gomorrah sniffed and raised theuncher to her shoulder just as I started to jog away.


    The wash of heat was nothing like the one with her sma ball nightmare thing, but I still felt it, and it did a number on what was left of the hive, even though it had been on fire already.


    No such thing as too much fire in the eyes of my favourite nun.


    Thats better, she said as she rejoined me. Im liking the range of this thing.


    Not standing right next to the hot-hot death fire is... a good idea? I asked while trying to sound as innocent as possible.


    The nun shook her head. Its not as... good when you cant see the impact of your fire on your enemies.


    Wow, I said. I know this is super hypocritical, but have you considered therapy? Your... pyrophilia cant be healthy.


    Did you just make up a new word for a sexual orientation? she asked.


    A new word for <em>your</em> sexual orientation. Im clever. Ive heard a few words in Latin before.


    Both pyro and philia are Greek, you... God wasnt generous when handing out your portion of intelligence.


    Iughed. First time Ive been called stupid that way.


    But certainly not the first time in general.


    Nah, I had my first time a long while ago.


    She sighed. And were back to innuendo.


    I couldnt help but grin. I hadnt noticed all the tension from running around and being sneaky piling up on my shoulders, but now that it was all over--or at least, I hoped it was--the tension was drifting off. It probably made things feel funnier than they really were.


    Heat signature out ahead, Gomorrah said.


    I pulled myuncher up and flicked my coats invisibility back on at the same moment. The coat had plenty of time to cool down.


    We waited for a moment, then Gomorrah shook her head. Its Cause yer. Im texting him, I dont need to be shot today.


    I lowered my gun. Maybe it was a bit too soon to let all of the tension go.


    Alrightmand, it seems that we have some allies up ahead, I heard Cause yer say. His steps were surprisingly soft. Id barely heard them. Or maybe I was just bad at paying attention to that kind of thing.


    I tugged my cloaks hood up and tucked myuncher between my cloak and coat, where it wouldnt be visible. If Lucy was watching, I didnt need her thinking I was putting myself in any sort of undue risk.


    Hello, Cause yer! Gomorrah called out.


    I think, chat, that were going to be breaking character for a moment, Cause yer said. He walked around a slight curve in the tunnel ahead, still in his green armour, and with a huge, very glow-y gun in hand. Hello, Gomorrah, he said.


    Gomorrah nodded. How did the clearing go? And are you still live?


    I started walking around the two, keeping close to the walls and walking at an angle so that Cause yer wouldnt notice the few bits of me not covered with my cloak. I wasnt going too far with itI was sure he would see me if he was paying attention.


    But he wasnt.


    We are! I hope you dont mind.


    I dont, Gomorrah said. I saw him ncing around before spotting me, likely through his augs.


    By then I was already behind Cause yer, right where his little livestream camera was floating.


    I snapped it out of the air, the little device buzzing and humming in ce, its little wings beating against my grip until I brought it around and had it face me. I turned visible again.


    Hi Lucy! I said with a wave.


    Behind me, Cause yer jumped about three feet into the air and spun around.


    Did I spook him?


    Yo! I said before pointing to his camera. Hope you dont mind? I was just saying hi to my girl.


    I didnt see you there, he said.


    You should be more careful then. Weve got Model Nines, and we met a Model Twenty-One. Mean bastard. Broke some of my cat mechs. I let go of the camera and it buzzed away from me, almost as if the little thing was insulted that Id grabbed it.


    A Model Twenty-One, here?


    A baby one, I said. Still nasty though.


    He shook his head. Thats unexpected. The hive here wasnt very old.


    It was specialized though, Gomorrah said. A stealth model for a stealth hive.


    Did you clear everything on the way here? I asked.


    Cause yer nodded. Every shaft and side-passage, even a few that werent on the map. Found a few little groups of Antithesis, but the biggest challenge was a pair of Model Thirteens that came out of nowhere. Made for a nice boss-fight, I think.


    Cool, I said. Does that mean were done here?


    I guess so, Gomorrah said. Whats the fastest way out of here?


    Dont we need to leave from the same hole we came in? Your cars parked there.


    Gomorrah shook her head. The <em>Fury</em> can pilot itself to wherever I want. I wouldnt drive it down these shafts, but otherwise, any exit would do.


    A profitable afternoon, Cause yer said. A few points, some b-roll footage. Ill edit everythingter to make it more seamless before posting it.


    Arent you live right now? I asked.


    Well, yes, but that doesntpare to a well edited fight scene and a tighter storyline. The people who watch it live do it because its fun to see the behind the scenes stuff.


    Huh, I said. Not my cup of whatever. Right, should we get going then?


    With all that said and done, we finally headed back, retracing Cause yers steps. He spoke with Gomorrah for a bit. Apparently he knew some of the clean-up samurai whode inter to make damned sure that nothing of the hive was left. I had to wonder how much the hive could regrow from the few bits left over in just one night.


    The answer was probably too damned much.


    But, all of that was someone elses problem for now.


    Myalis, I asked, my voice pitched low. How many points did we manage to make?


    <em>Current Point Total:</em>


    <em>12,471</em>


    I tripped over nothing.


    Holy crap!


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