Chapter Eight - Checking Out the Stink


    <strong>Chapter Eight - Checking Out the Stink</strong>


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    Aftering back home and telling Lucy about my little adventure with Rac and the mercs, I spent the rest of the day... doing very little of import.


    I felt a bit bad about not spending time with the Kittens, so I bullied Nose for a while, put Bargain in a headlock when he tried to sell me a c from my own fridge, and basically annoyed Junior and Katallina as much as I could without pissing them off too much.


    We yed games, with Daniel kicking everyones ass until I let Myalis join in and the AI found herself incapable of doing anything but ying perfectly. Unleashing an AI on a cart-racing game was just unfair for everyone involved.


    Before I knew it, it was deep into the night and the sugar and caffeine was wearing off. I took anguid, wasteful shower, then bought some PJs from Myalis, then I bought a second pair for Lucy when I discovered that when the Protectors decided to make something soft, it was <em>disgustingly</em> soft.


    We just cuddled, warm and soft and tangled up together in a way that wasforting and familiar until at some point I drifted off while Lucy was murmuring a story about some puppies shed seen online.


    I awoke when Lucy crawled out of my arms. Need to pee, she mumbled sleepily, and Im sure whatever I said in reply was articte and sensible before I rolled over and tried to sleep some more.


    But I couldnt sleep, especially not after checking the time on my augs, then checking my messages, then checking on some news. I had a tab open on news from Burlington, and it seemed like things werent entirely dire over there yet.


    Lucy came back, and I snuggled into her, now fully awake but still just scrolling through news and memes and memes of news. Eventually I had to piss too, so I rolled out of bed and started to take care of my morning... almost-afternoon, ablutions.


    So, were checking on the sewers today, right? I asked.


    <em>That was the n, yes. Ive done some cursory research, and I think there are two points of interest that you should visit.</em>


    Two? I asked.


    <em>Indeed. First, the City of New Montreal Sewage and Maintenance Headquarters. The main bureau. While they are more of an administrative branch, they do have connections to the entire sewerwork.</em>


    That seemed perfectly reasonable and logical. Whats the second? I asked. I discovered some toothbrushes in the bathroom in a little mug, then shrugged and picked the less-used one to brush my teeth with. Teeth care was not much of a priority at the orphanage. I wondered if my nano treatments had taken care of my cavities.


    <em>The second location is the Familys New Montreal Headquarters. The organisation has be the centre of the local Antithesisbat infrastructure, at least as far as logistics and administration goes. They have expressed concerns over the water and sewage issues in the city and might be able to assist you.</em>


    Right, we both wanted to take care of the same issue, so it made sense to pair up with them and get things done. Is there a samurai on the case?


    <em>All of the local Vanguard are either working on the citys defences and clearing the surrounding area of remaining pockets of resistance, or they have been relocated to areas in more dire need of Vanguard support. With the exception of yourself, there are only five unupied Vanguard in New Montreal.</em>


    Shit, things were a little more dire than Id expected, then. The unupied samurai might not even be active ones. Some of them just... retired or whatever. Laid low and minded their own business.


    So it was more or less all on me. Whats Gomorrah up to?


    <em>Social media feeds suggest shes assisting in light cleanup duty along the walls.</em>


    That sounds like work, I said.


    <em>Shes testing new firebombs on suspected nest sites from a rtively safe distance.</em>


    Ah, I said. Nevermind then, that wasnt work, it was pleasure.


    I stretched my back out, then started getting dressed. I found Lucy yawning awake and trying in vain to get her hair into some semnce of order. Morning, she said.


    Heya, I replied. Sleep well?


    Mhm. Im never removing these pjs, Cat. Never. She hugged herself, hands trailing over the fluffy material. Youre going to have to learn to live with celibacy.


    Im sure I can think of a way to work around that, I said with a grin. But maybeter? I need to get going. Need to see some people about some pipes.


    Lucy frowned, looking rather confused for a bit before she shrugged. Okay? Well, be careful, and donte back home toote. Or if you do, let me know? I dont want to worry.


    Yeah, of course, I said. I gave her a quick kiss before I started searching for my boots. It only took a minute to find the first one, but the second was hiding well enough that it was a while before I found it.


    Since I didnt know what to expect when heading out, I decided that more was better than less. I tossed on my coat over my skin-tight armour and grabbed both my Trenchmaker and apactser pointer... was it a submachine gun or an auto shotgun? I wasnt sure what the gun was, but it was rtively small and easy to carry on a sling.


    I grabbed a chocte bar from the pantry on the way out, noted that it was probably the healthiest thing there and that we should do something about that, and promptly left without doing anything about it.


    My bike was sitting out front, next to my mech. I promised myself that Id get back to fixing thatter on, whenever it was that I came back.


    But first... I was burning daylight.


    The skies over New Montreal were uncharacteristically clear, withrge holes in the cloud cover above bathing parts of the city in bright sunlight. The rest of the cloudy ceiling was, of course, pouring a deluge of water onto the city.


    I tugged up thepels of my coat and pulled on my helmet, making sure that my ears were properly tucked into their slots so that it wouldnt pull. Then I was off.


    Maintenance HQ first? I asked as I circled our building.


    <em>Certainly. I think it might be best to get a good look at the condition of things before requesting assistance.</em>


    Requesting? I dont feel like begging, I said.


    <em>Purchase arger gun and demand it, then.</em>


    I snorted. Ah, yeah, demanding assistance. Help me or Ill shoot you is always super convincing, Ill bet.


    <em>It has been demonstrated to work before. Its almost a universal rule among intelligent beings evolved from predators that might makes right.</em>


    I nodded along. My augs had the destination locked in, and fortunately, while the headquarters were basically on ground level, they werent in the undercity. Do you know a lot of species that are... uh, is it sapient or sentient? I asked. Well, whatever. I mean smart and also non-predator-based.


    <em>There are several thousand on record, many of them still live and thrive within the greater sphere of the Protectorate. Many find the idea of violence abhorrent. Often this is a great detriment when the Antithesis inevitably appear at their metaphorical doorstep.</em>


    Damn, yeah, I can imagine, I said.


    <em>Its not always bad. Some species, especially those well-versed in agriculture and who have a solid technological and industrial base are able to hold out on their own for prolonged periods. I can get you a few documentaries on the subject.</em>


    Heh, file that in forter. Maybe if we want to do movie night or something. I wasnt super interested in the going-ons of some unknown species halfway across the gxy from me, but not being interested didnt mean I wasnt a little curious.


    I refocused on my flying. I didnt need to crash into some car speeding by while distracted. I suspected that the training whatsit that Id taken to allow me to pilot my mech was also helping me with my bike, because even without turning on autopiloting I had a much better... <em>feel</em> for how to manoeuvre through the city.


    Which was why I punched the throttle to the limit and pressed myself against the seat, breaking everyw in the books as I headed out on a quest to find some trouble and fix it to death.