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Chapter Thirty-Four - Knife Edge

 Chapter Thirty-Four - Knife Edge

 The profit bnce is a knifes edge where you need to be able to deliver a product of a certain quality while paying the smallest amount possible. That means avoiding normal contractors and instead finding people who actually care enough about your product that theyll work harder, longer, and better for less.

 Once youve found these people, you need to exploit them for all theyre worth.

 -The Employers Guide to Employees, sixth edition, 2050

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 The hole in the basement was hard to miss. The wall was all cinderblock, and the aliens had punched through it, sending chunks of the cement blocks scattering across the floor, as well as ripping up a few of the novelty motivational posters stuck to the wall.

 Hang in there. I read from a poster next to the alien-filled pit. Yeah, alright.

 The nice thing about having all the aliensing through a single hole small enough that I would have to bend over double to fit through was that even my shit aim was good enough to wipe them out in droves.

 My Laser Pointer clicked empty, and I stepped to the side, then gestured into the hole. Hey, shoot anything that moves in there, would you? I asked Sprout. Im gonna figure out how to plug this thing in the meantime.

 Ah, sure, he said. Dropping to one knee, he aimed into the hole, then fired. He wasnt going all-out like I did, but instead taking careful, aimed shots.

 Well, whatever. Hey, Myalis, weve got options here?

 We do! Also, did you want to split the points that Vanguard Sprout is earning right now? He is using your equipment.

 Huh? Nah, let him take all the points hes earning. Hell need them. The 55-55 split was nice and all, but 100 was bigger than 55st I checked, and Sprout was behind in points-earned. I was fine with losing out on some change if it meant getting him up to speed a little. Now, the hole?

 Same asst time? Resonators and a foam plug for the exit?

 Yeah, I guess. The antithesising out of here were chewed up by our nanomachines, so it wasnt all bad to block the hole and let them wait. Call it a permanent temporary solution, then, I said.

 Gomorrah was probably going to burn the entire building down anyway, so it wasnt that big a deal. The only concern was having model sevens spawning within the city and spreading outwards.

 But as insidious and nasty as a zombie threat was, the threat of being flooded over was bigger and more worrisome still. Or maybe I was just biassed.

 I waited until Sprout clicked empty, then I flung in some grenades, tossing them as deep into the hole as I could. Most were resonators, but I made sure to include a single, more traditional concussive grenade in the lot.

 Sprout squawked as a wash of dust and hot air sted out of the hole, and Iughed as I dropped ast resonator right next to the entrance then set off a foam bomb that immediately started to expand. Come on. Myalis can reload your gun automatically for you. As long as youre spending round killing shit for us I dont mind footing that bill.

 Uh, thanks? he said.

 I patted him on the shoulder, then gestured to the stairs. Lets get going. There will be other disasters to figure out by now, I bet.

 Okay?

 It didnt take long that we were stepping out of the office building and into... huh, the sun was further along than Id thought. Time was passing us by, and so far, no big disasters. Maybe the n with the nanomachines had worked out better than Id hoped?

 Then I got a call from Manic. Hello? I asked.

 What the fuck is going on at River Heights? she opened with.

 What do you mean? I asked as I nced around. The militia guys were keeping some distance from the office space. Probably worried about zombie worms. I was taking care of something else, whats going on?

 Fuckloads of smoke, she said. Im not heading over there. Theres plenty of shit to kill here, but you might want to keep an eye on it, oh fearless leader.

 Im gonna hope that its Gomorrahs fault, somehow, I said.

 Nah, the nuns in the other direction. Lots of smoke that way too, but its mostlying from outside of the barricades. I moved past there. That bitch has entire streets covered in fire, you know?

 Yeah, she does that.

 Wild.

 I nodded, unable to disagree. But hey, Gomorrahs tactics worked, so it wasnt that big a deal, was it? Ill check out River Heights. You sit pretty.

 Always. You know, theres a pattern to this. Theye in, I st them back, then theye back twenty minutester, but theres more of them.

 We cant have pushed back that many waves, I said.

 Threes enough for a pattern when youre looking for one, Manic said. Theres a music to this, and I think the alien fucks are about to start rocking out hard.

 I had no idea what that meant, but I figured it wasnt a good thing. Ille back to you in a minute or two. Need to figure out whats going on in River Heights.

 Let them burn, she said before cutting the line.

 I sighed. Sprout, can you make your way back to near the front lines? nt more of your stuff where you think itll be useful. We might have a fight on our hands soon.

 I can do that, he said with a nod.

 Cool. I dismissed him and opened a channel to Intel-chan. Whats going on in River Heights? I asked.

 Oh, hi! Intel-chan said. Not much. Miss Baker said that theyll be ready to evacuate fully by tomorrow morning.

 T-tomorrow morning? I repeated. They wont be alive by then. Whats with all the smoke?

 First defensive line broke, so the militia in the area backed up to the second. Part of normal procedures is to burn everything behind them as they move. It means less biomass for the aliens and nothing for scavengers to steal once the militas not there.

 And all of that didnt matter because the people they were defending werent moving. One sec, Im getting Baker on the line, I growled.

 The call rang five times, each note pushing my mood lower and lower until I was pacing anxiously across the front of the office. Some of the militia whod stayed behind were eyeing me strangely.

 Hello? Miss Baker said.

 Why the fuck havent people evacuated from River Heights yet? I asked.

 Weve nned the evacuation for tomorrow morning, when itll be most conve--

 Im going to bomb the entire area in an hour. If your rich fucks dont want to eat high explosive shells for dinner then tell them to get their pampered asses the fuck out of there post-haste because Ive got no fucks to give but plenty of munitions to make up for it.

 Then I cut her off.

 Sugoi, Intel-chan said. Scary.

 Think theyll actually start moving their asses? I asked.

 Le mao, Intel-chan said. No way. Theyll call your bluff for sure. You might be a bad bitch, neco-mmander, but everyone knows you wouldnt actually blow up civilians for fun.

 I grit my teeth. Fuck. At what point could I wash my hands and just let people die from their own stupidity? Where was the cutoff between having done enough and not doing enough?

 I needed a manual on how to handle this shit. Not that Id actually read it. Myalis, give me your best estimates of whats going to go down in the next hour.

 From the looks of it, Manic might be correct. The expected flood of antithesis never urred. So a lot of the biomass within the hive is still within the hive. And while the nanomachines will continue to rip them apart, there are ways that they might be able to counteract some of that pressure. Notably by sending out injured units to die while holding back fresher ones.

 Okay, I said. Smart, I guess.

 Unusually so, yes. You can either expect this back and forth to continue for some time as the hive purges itself of nanomachines, or the hive might correctly identify the local human area as the source of the threat and destroy it.

 Ah, I said. So were fucked.

 Im sure youll manage! I have faith that youll muddle through somehow, and that the muddling will be immensely entertaining for me.

 Youre awful, I said. But she wasnt wrong. I didnt have time to give in to any sort of anxiety, not when I could be doing something. Come on, lets get back to the front lines. I want to be there when the shit hits the fan.

 Lets go, then.

 And with that, I jumped back behind that shitty pickup that I guess had be my unofficial ride through this shitty city.

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Chapter Thirty-Four - Knife Edge