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Chapter Thirty-Eight - The Rat and the Hungry Tiger

 Chapter Thirty-Eight - The Rat and the Hungry Tiger

 The System started in 2022.

 Its not really surprising. Well rank anything; its a species-wide fixation. The best car, the highest ranking web-serial, the most popr creators. Give us a dataset, and people will organize it from best to worse.

 The System isplex though. There are a lot of things to take into ount with it, and some of those are very much spective.

 Fortunately, we like specting too!

 --Documentary except from an interview with the creator of The System, 2029

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 The city halls entrance was a grand and ostentatious ce, tax-paid marble, bribe-paid paintings, a few repossessed statues on plinths. It was genuinely nice. Very intimidating.

 I walked past men and women in suits, who often stopped to stare. I dont know if it was my armour or Racs Ress. It was sort of disappointing that I wasnt making any noise as I moved. It would have been appropriate to ng and clunk with every step.

 There was a small line before the reception desk, a long counter with inch-thick ss over it and some secretaries behind. Three of them currently served some forty-odd people in three columns.

 I considered cutting to the front, but that was just rude. I was here to scare big important politicians, and most of those in line looked like normal folk. Middle-ss people in their Sunday best, clutching paper documents and staring off into space with the boredom appropriate for someone waiting in line.

 The woman behind the bullet-proof ss was overweight, her third chin decorated by a couple of gaudy infomercial nes, and her eyes was very obviously focused on anything but the man standing before her.

 Whyre we waiting? Roon asked.

 Because it might make things easier in the long run, I said. I couldnt help but notice the security guards gathering on the edges of the room. They were eyeing me the way a rat might eye a hungry tiger.

 The guy at the very front moved out of the way, walkin off with a huff. One of the people ahead of us spotted me, then stepped aside and shifted to the next line over. Awfully kind of them. That left us one person behind the front.

 What? the man asked in a low hiss.

 The fat woman behind the desk spoke with the low drone of someone who had no shits to give. You brought the document in duplicate, but it needs to be in triplicate, and these are dated for today. The deadline is today, which means that its toote.

 Isnt it inclusive? the man asked. This is unreasonable! If I dont have this, where will I stay?

 There is a nine month waiting period for an affordable housing unit. Please see form AF80. Can I help you with anything else?

 You... argh, he groaned before stomping off.

 I looked at Rac and she shrugged. I aint ever filled out any paperwork before.

 Fair enough. I stepped up to the counter. How may I help you?

 Im looking for... whoevers in charge here, I said.

 Thats not this department, she replied.

 Well then, which department would know where the mayors office is? I asked.

 She frowned. The mayors office is on floor eight. You need an appointment to visit him, which you can obtain from the--

 Okay, cool, I cut in. Look, the citys about to be in a heap of shit, and Im trying to stop that from happening. Can you buzz the mayor and tell him Iming? That might smooth things over.

 Miss, this isnt the department for that.

 I was pretty sure shooting her wouldplicate things. Youre real useful, arent you?

 Insulting a government agent is an offence, she droned.

 I wasnt allowed to insult the people here? Um, go fuck yourself? At least that way youll burn some calories.

 I could call the guards, she snapped.

 I blinked. She still wasn''t looking at me. A twitch of my augs and I was in her system and... she was watching a soap opera. I flicked that off, and she jumped a little, blinked, then refocused on me. Fuck your guards too, I said. What are they going to do? Shoot me? I have a space sword... bitch. Come on, Rac.

 I took off, heading towards an elevator bank at the far end of the room.

 You lost that one, Rac said with obvious good humour.

 I didnt summon a live grenade in herp, which is a victory for my self control, I said to soothe my pride.

 A guard stepped up before us, still a dozen metres ahead. He looked a pinch nervous, but ready to try and stop me.

 Get in the elevator, I said. Rac nodded, so I stepped away from her, angling slightly off to the right.

 The guard moved to stand where Id be walking now.

 So I turned invisible and side-stepped back to Racs side.

 The guards started to panic a little, so out of the kindness of my heart--and because I thought it was funny--I reappeared by Racs side as we entered a waiting elevator. Myalis, can we get to the eighth floor, please?

 Is the button panel tooplex?

 Yeah, its got all these numbers and shit, I said. Plus Id need to raise my arm. Id ask Rac, but she might press all of them. I really just didnt want the guards stopping the elevator halfway up.

 The door shut with a ding and we started to rise. Rac bounced from foot to foot to the beat of the copyright-free music ying while the floor ticker counted up. We hit the eighth floor and the door remained closed.

 Four potential hostiles on the other side.

 Noted, I said. Rac, go stand in the corner. Make yourself small.

 Im pretty small already, she said as she moved to the side near the door and squeezed herself in. Didnt eat enough as a kid.

 Work for me and youll be able to afford all sorts of grub, I said. I reached out and tapped the door open button at the same time as I went invisible.

 The door opened onto another lobby, this one much smaller, but no less rich. A desk took up the end of the room, with two corridors stretching out behind it on either side, offices and rooms all along it.

 A pair of guards were huddled on two sides, partially hidden by somerge pirs. Another was to the right, next to a doorway, and thest was right before the elevator. He stared within. Its empty.

 The target could teleport, one of them said. Check it.

 The guard before me moved to enter the elevator, so I stepped up and grabbed him by the cor. He let out a rather undignified squeak as I lifted him off the ground, then carried him over to the counter, his feet brushing the floor as he kicked out.

 There was a young secretary-looking guy behind the counter. He wasnt watching any soap operas, but he was filming.

 I shut off my invisibility, aware of the guns pointed my way by the three other guards. Hi, I said. Id like to make an appointment to speak with the mayor.

 Uh, the secretary said.

 Right now, please, I said. Being polite was tiring.

 Put me down! the guard I was holding up screamed. The other three were shouting too.

 Fine, I said as I let go of the guard. Tell the mayor that Stray Cat is here to see him.

 Stray Cat, the secretary said. He looked at something on a nearby screen, and then nched. Oh. S-stand down, stand down, everyone! he said as he stood, both arms waving up and down.

 The guards paused in their useless screaming and nced his way.

 Miss Stray Cat here is a samurai who ising to, ah, visit the mayor.

 I should have opened with that, I muttered.

 We wouldnt want to insult one of the top fourty thousand, the secretary replied.

 What? I asked.

 He nched even further, if that was at all possible. Its, ah, just your ranking... miss?

 I frowned. My ranking on what?

 The ranking?

 He has a screen opened to a site that ranks Vanguards. Specifically those in the North American continent. You are currently ranked number 48,094. Out of nearly fifty thousand active Vanguards in the region. Your international ranking is significantly worse.

 Theres rankings? I asked. Based on what?!

 The system is rtivelyplex. Active duty time, level of perceived threat, some poprity polls.

 Huh, I said. Wheres Gomorrah?

 Currently at 47,947.

 I frowned harder. And Deus Ex?

 2,581st ce. The higher rankings move less often.

 Well... lets go see the mayor and get those rank numbers down, shall we? I asked. Come on Rac, no ones going to hurt you without getting shot right after.

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Chapter Thirty-Eight - The Rat and the Hungry Tiger