Chapter Thirty-Seven - Trigger Happy


    <strong>Chapter Thirty-Seven - Trigger Happy</strong>


    <em>Manufacturing trends started to shift after the first incursion. Domestic production returned as international supply-lines were cut, and it suddenly became cheaper once more to build everything a local economy needed next to that local economy, rather than on the literal other side of the.</em>


    --Excerpt from Economy of Scale - Wartime Manufacturing, 2034


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    I wasnt sure what to do for a moment.


    On the one hand, some guy was talking to me. That meant that unless the antithesis had learned speech and how to use guns, then I was probably just dealing with a nutjob or three. I could hear kids back there as well.


    On the other hand... someone did shoot Gomorrah, and I was a little bit miffed about it. Shooting things had thus far proven to be an excellent way to work out my anger.


    I didnt quite hear what he said. Gomorrah shifted lower on the catwalk steps. Can you hear him properly?


    Yeah, I said. He wants us to--


    Come on out! With your hands up! the guy screamed. He was closer to the door this time.


    He wants us to do that, I said.


    Gomorrah sniffed. Ill admit Im a little... whats the word... salty, that I was shot. Im tempted to burst in and spray everything down.


    Bit rude, no? I asked.


    I know youre out there! our pal called out.


    I sighed, then flicked myms off so that when I spoke he could hear me. Then why dont youe out and say hi, huh, asshole?


    Its not aliens, someone muttered on the other side of the door.


    I rolled my eyes. This was just stupid. Moving up to the door, I reached up, turned the handle, then threw the door open while standing well to the side.


    A roaring st blew through the opening, and some buckshot ripped apart the edge of the doorway, sending a spray of wood flying down into the factorys main floor.


    Nice shot, I said, entirely aware of the hypocrisy.


    I heard someone shifting, and I could make out three figures behind a desk, two of them had shotguns. They both started reloading at the same time.


    I bounced to the side, slipped through the entrance, then ran and leapt over the table before they could figure that anything was amiss. Being invisible probably helped to confuse them.


    I grabbed the two men who had guns by their shirts, then yanked them back and onto the floor with hard thumps.


    Standing, I spun and brought my Bullcat up and pointed its barrel between the eyes of the third guy.


    The moment held for a bit, one of the guys on the ground started to shift back to his feet, but I pushed him back down with a boot on his chest. Lets not, I said.


    Once I was sure I wasnt about to be shot, I flicked off my invisibility. The guy behind me shifted towards his gun. I lit the tip of my tail on fire and shifted it around so that the sparking, burning head was between his hand and the stock of his gun.


    I said, I repeated myself very carefully. Lets not.


    Youre a samurai, the guy on the business end of my gun said.


    Yup, I said. Sos the girl you shot.


    She was trespassing, the idiot under my boot said.


    Paul, the guy I had at gunpoint said. Shut the fuck up.


    Listen to your friend, Paul, I said. I pulled my foot off his chest and retracted my tail, then I carefully lowered my tail. I can hear a couple of dozen people up here. What the hell is this?


    This is none of your business, you corporate dog, Paul said.


    I red down at Paul. Im a cat, you dumbass. Didnt I tell you to shut up? You-- I wiggled me gun in the direction of the guy that still stood. You seem halfway sensible. Whats your name?


    Charles, Charles said. Im, uh, one of the leaders of thismunity. Paul is too.


    Well, half your leadership seems a bit trigger-friendly, I said. What are you people still doing here? You dont have any connections to the? TV... radio, even?


    Charles sighed. We know about the incursion, he said. But we elected not to head back to the city, not if it might mean losing our home.


    Right. I said. How many people are here?


    Were fifty-nine members, Charles said. Not including children and those too young to vote. Maybe ny people, total?


    Gomorrah peeked into the room, saw that it was clear, then stepped in while sweeping for trouble. Whats going on? she asked.


    I gestured to Charles. We have ny people here. More or less. Dont know what they were thinking.


    We voted, Charles said. We just want to stay home.


    The aliens want to stay in your home too, I said.


    Were fine, Paul said. He red as he stood up. He wisely left his gun on the ground. We took out a few of the things already.


    I frowned. What about the hive? I asked.


    What hive? Paul and Charles asked at the same time.


    I turned towards Gomorrah. Think the reports could be wrong? Might have been this bunch doing something that the Family misread as there being a hive nearby.


    Gomorrah shook her head. There are aliens here. We both saw the body, and they just admitted to killing others. If the antithesis are around, then theres a hive nearby. We know its not closer to the nuclear reactor facility, they have enough sensors and security that wed know. It has to be around this area. Though, I suppose it doesnt need to be within this factory.


    Huh, I said. Hey, Charles, are there any ces that a nice alien hive could hole itself up in? Caves nearby? Maybe a really thick forest?


    Charles nced at Paul, and Paul spoke up. It cant be a hive. Wed all be dead already.


    Oh boy, I muttered. Come on, out with it. Were not the feds, we dont give a shit about your... weird cult thing going on here.


    Were not a cult, Charles said.


    Thats what people in cults say, I pointed out.


    He shook his head. Were just office workers, factory workers. People who were tired of the rat-race. We all live here. Its peaceful, its quiet, its less cut-throat than living in the city. Simpler. We garden for some of our food, buy the rest. Lots of us work online.


    Cool, I said. Aliens, where?


    Charles gestured to the side. Weve seen a few of the smaller onesing from that way. The far end of the factory, there was arge generatorplex, with a big basement. It connects to most of the other buildings.


    So, a tight series of corridors, dug under the earth? I asked.


    Essentially? he replied, turning it into a question.


    Gomorrah shifted from side to side. That does sound like the kind of ce the antithesis would enjoy. Is there ess to it from around here?


    Theres an entrance below, yes, Charles said. We used to use it for storage, its rather cool, but its also very humid, and in spring it floods a little. We even had to run some pumps to keep it dry a few times when the river runs higher.


    Ah, a wet dark tunnel, I imagine with no lighting, dug into the ground and covered in... Im guessing cement? I asked.


    I suppose.


    Cool, so its like a free bunker for the aliens. Are you sure I cant use explosives on this one? I asked Gomorrah.


    Very, she said. Besides, you might cave the entire facility in. Seeing as how its humid though, using fire wont pose too much of a risk. Atyacus can check to see if theres any natural gases in the area that are mmable.


    You get to have all the fun today, Iined.


    She sniffed. You got to drop thatrge bomb yesterday. I think this is only fair.


    I nodded. Alright, Paul, you seem like the most expendable one here. Guide us down to that entrance. Well see if there really is a hive down there. The rest of you should really consider voting on leaving again. Its a long way to New Montreal, but its safer there than it is here.


    We cant just leave, Charles said.


    I shrugged. I can talk to the Family. At least get the kids to somece thats safer than here. The rest of you are all adults, if you want tost-stand against the aliens in here, then thats on you. Hope you have a lot of ammo though, because Ive already seen and fought swarms of aliens hundreds strong, and its only going to get worse.


    Charles rubbed his eyes. Ill talk to the others, thank you. And... I apologise for shooting at you.


    Gomorrah nodded. Youre forgiven. Thank you for apologising.


    I pointed my thumb back out the door. Okay, were off. Well stop by after, hear what you guys choose to do. Hopefully its not something real stupid. Come on, Paul.


    Paul didnt seem happy to be our guide, but he tramped down the catwalk after picking up his gun all the same.


    Now to find that hive and burn it up.


    Maybe I could use a small bomb? Just a little one?


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