Chapter Fifty-Nine - Enjoying the View


    <strong>Chapter Fifty-Nine - Enjoying the View</strong>


    <em>Why? Because this piece of shit runs off the same trash software some guy made in his mothers basement in the fucking eighties! Thats why!</em>


    --About modern printers, 2057


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    <em>Its going to have to be a custom job for each one</em>.


    I frowned, but it made sense.


    I had three cars sitting before me and five armoured vans. The cars were all sharp angles and boxy frames. They looked like they could move fast and punch through reinforced walls with ease. The kind of overly manly designnguage that got the little knobs of cops around the world all hard.


    Having the <em>Fury</em> parked nearby kinda ripped the wind out of their sails, however. These things were at best armed with piddly little turreted autocannons designed to punch cars out of the air. They might have been police pursuit vehicles, but they werent rated to do much against the antithesis.


    The five vans parked behind them were a bit better. I noticed three distinct models there, but they all followed more or less the same designnguage. Rounded fronts as a slight concession to aerodynamics and a big bulky box of a body with side-opened doors. Three of them had side-mounted turrets with the guns missing. A few techs were installing them in a hurry, though.


    Yeah, those would do.


    Alright, I said. There was a gathering of pilots and volunteers from the militia nearby. Were going to arm up the vans with something to drop bombs. Youre going to need someone inside to reload the bomb dropping thing, but it should be able to drop them on the right spot.


    I was half talking to these guys and half to Myalis. I didnt want to have to trust some bozo with dropping bombs. Youd have to be a special kind of stupid to give someone with no training ess to exotic explosives.


    Clearing my throat, I gestured to the three pursuit vehicles. We can add a cheapser turret onto these. Itll make them a bit better in the air. That autocannon looks like its enough to take out some of the earlier double-digit aliens without too much trouble.


    Franny was arriving soon, and it wouldnt be too hard to divert three of those turrets over. Plus it would save me a few points.


    I walked over to each van in turn and scanned their interiors with my augs to give Myalis a good idea of the amount of space we were dealing with. Then I ordered up the bomb-dropping mechanism for each. They were a hundred and twenty points each, which... I wasnt sure if that was a ripoff or not. Each was rtivelyrge, able to fit into the door and block itpletely, with a sort of deployable tube thing on the side to actually drop the bombs from.


    Of course, I left the instation to the nearby techs, just scanning the interiors for Myalis and ordering the shit was enough work for me.


    Will you be riding along with them? Intel-chan asked. We had a voice channel up and running at all times now. The other nearby samurai were on it, but wed split things up into individual channels so that we wouldnt be bothering each other with constant chatter. There was a loud channel where everyone would hear anything said, but that was more for emergencies.


    Nah, I said. Ill go with Gomorrah. The <em>Fury</em> is a much nicer ride and well want to see what we can of the shoreline from the air. Thatll be a lot easier with the <em>Fury</em> than in one of these cheap things.


    Fair enough. Weve got as many volunteers as we need already, and a few more besides, Intel-chan said.


    I nodded along. That much was pretty clear already. The area had picked up in activity, there were a lot more people standing around or trying to look busy than before.


    I was a little worried about the friction between the militia and the kittens, but so far it wasnt all that bad. The kittens seemed to lean more towards the... I guess casual side of things, especially whenever the militia were around. And on the opposite end of the spectrum, the militia were walking with an even stiffer rod up their asses whenever they passed the kittens.


    Typical monkey my groups better than yours behaviour, basically. Kind of weird seeing it from a distance, usually Id be there strutting with the rest of them.


    Alright, the bombers were being set up... we still needed ammo for them to drop, which meant that I had to find Gomorrah.


    Fortunately, she wasnt that hard to find. Less fortunately, she was standing next to a familiar hover car, hands moving with uncertainty while Franny was bent over double to squeeze into the hovercar and remove folded upser turrets that looked like they were fresh off the presses.


    I debated heading over or not for a moment before giving in and just walking to stand next to Gomorrah. Enjoying the view? I asked as we watched Franny unfold herself from the car. It looked like one of the turrets had gotten stuck at the bottom there.


    Gomorrah straightened, then turned her featureless mask towards me. ... I know that denying that I was looking would be pointless, but could you pretend that you didnt notice anyway?


    I grinned, then shrugged. Sure. But you know, maybe shed appreciate knowing that you were? I stepped towards Franny and gave her a little wave. Hey, howd the trip over go?


    Not bad, the redhead said. She brushed a few stray locks out of her face. I might have to dy the next trip, though. The New Montreal police didnt want me flying out of their airspace and they barely bought my story about delivering supplies to here. Same when I crossed the border. And theres a lot of flying aliens in the air going around in flocks and hitting random vehicles. Its really not safe, except for in big circles around most cities.


    Shit, I said. We should have given you something to get thew off your back.


    The Family actually stepped in, she said. So it wasnt all that bad. And theres a few apps thatll tell you where the biggest sightings of fliers were. It was worth the credits to get them, I think.


    Of course, someone was mizing that. Well, d youre here. If you want, Lucys over at the mall. She can find you a ce to stay. Shell definitely put you to work, though.


    Franny shrugged. Im not averse to a little hard work. Next batch of turrets should be ready in about twelve hours though. We got the kittens working on loading up the machine. Rac sourced a bunch of supplies too.


    There was a bit of warm pride in my chest at hearing that. My kittens were doing good work. Not that they were really <em>mine</em>, but whatever. Id take credit for basically raising them as long as they were doing good.


    The moment they fucked up, Id pretend I had nothing to do with it, of course.


    Hey, can you set aside three turrets for the interceptors? Were going to be using them to keep the bombers safe, I said. Ah, speaking of which. Gom, as much as Id love to see your bumbling attempts at flirting, do you think you can put it off for a little bit? We need to discuss bombs.


    Gomorrahs shoulders moved in a way that suggested she was sighing. Was it because she was sad that she wouldnt get to flirt, or was it something else? Yeah, thats fine, she said. Franny, you probably should go see Lucy. I think she could use the help. Cat here keeps giving her more work.


    Hey, Iined.


    Wait, was that true? Was I overworking Lucy? Fuck, I wasnt even paying her, was I?


    How much was a person like Lucy worth? Organising an impromptu army, putting down dissidents, arranging to feed an entire city, and running a PR campaign at the same time...


    Double fuck, I wasnt making enough money to afford her at all, was I?


    So, I was thinking of keeping it simple. Longersting firebombs. Atyacus has a few chemicals that will burn for days at a time. Theyre not as powerful as some liquids I have, but the duration is important here.


    I think I can get Myalis to give me resonators thatll keep going for a long time and thatll be tough enough to endure the drop, I said. I guess were going to mostly aim for duration, then?


    The problem is the spread, in that case. Even if our bombs ovep where theynd, theyll only cover a rtively small area. Itll take thousands of them to create aplete barrier, Gomorrah said.


    Tricky, I said.


    Mostly, I was still thinking of how to pay Lucy back. Would foot rubs count?


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