Chapter Twenty-One - God’s Righteous Fury

Chapter Twenty-One - God’s Righteous Fury

Chapter Twenty-One - Gods Righteous FuryTh.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

Car culture was a multi-billion-dollar industry before Samurai came about and introduced technologies that changed the way driving worked for everyone.

Now, car culture is a multi-trillion-dollar industry, with everyone from the super rich who want their Rolls Royce to be made to their exacting specification, to street punks who covered their beaters with wraps of their favourite waifus. Anyone can mod their rides to be just a little faster. Everyone dreams of drift-flying around the smoke-stacks in the factory districts of various mega cities.

-J. P. Kafka on the evolution of car culture, Jan 2038

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I wasnt feeling my best as I rode the elevator down to the lobby. My clothes were in a bit of a state after Lucys very enthusiastic good-bye, and if it wasnt for the guilt of knowing that some kid needed help, I might have called off the whole thing to take another long shower.

As entertaining as your distress is, it might be best if you focused a little.

You think? I muttered. I tugged my coat back on straight, then made sure all of my gear was in place. I had my Trench Maker tucked under one arm, my Whisper over my back. My back-mounted guns were tucked away, and my tail was casually whipping from side to side.

It was a lot of weaponry, and yet I still felt like I could have a bit more.

Still, it wasnt worth losing points just yet, not if I could spare them.

The elevator slowed to a gentle stop and its doors opened. My freaky new ears almost immediately gave me an image of the room before I stepped out into it, and of the salesman in the corner whispering, There she is.

I walked fast. I wanted to duck my head down and try to be unnoticable, but there was no way that would work. My jacket, un-transparent as it was, looked a bit like the acid-rain proof long coats worn by some of the folk around, but my armour beneath sure didnt.

Lucy had once told me that one of the best ways to get around was to look like you knew what you wanted and to move ahead with your head held tall and your back straight. It was good advice for an orphan on the streets.

Myalis, can you send a warning to the idiots coming over?

Certainly. Do you wish to see it first?

Will you send something embarrassing if I dont ask?

Definitely.

I rolled my eyes, then blinked a few times to get over the still-strange sensation of having two eyes to blink. Show me.

Dear unintelligent marketing person,

Be aware that the Vanguard you are approaching is currently on an important, uninterruptible mission to safeguard the life of someone more important than you.

Attempts to stall or interrupt this vital mission will result in one of the following: - The leaking of embarrassing personal information - Dismemberment - Defenestration - Public humiliation - The sudden and irreversible erasure of all information (including images, digital paperwork, identity files, records, video, and digitized memories) of your person from any source connected to an open network, including banks, social media, schools, and the internet as a whole.

Please assess whether the risks are worth the potential loss of the Vanguard's time.

Thank you <>

I nodded after reading it. That was suitably terrifying. Whys it superimposed over a gif of kittens chasing a ball of yarn?

Thats a live feed from the internet, actually. And I enjoy the juxtaposition. I think it makes it just a little bit more intimidating.

Alright, alright, I said. So, we plan on the way?

Sure, she said as she reached out and flicked a pair of very old-school switches.

Identify, A disembodied voice demanded.

Fury: Roar, Gomorrah said.

I snorted, but the sound was drowned out by a low, primal rumble and a few bursts of blue flames burping out of the raised scoop on the hood.

The car lifted, then I wasnt able to tell what happened because I was thrown into my seat and breathing became a thing of the past. I did notice that the darkened landing pad became open sky through the canopy. For a few good seconds I was too busy trying to not die to observe anything.

Oh, sorry, Gomorrah said as she loosened on the acceleration.

I gasped for air and pressed a hand against my chest. What the hell? I asked.

Traffic in the upper levels is set at three hundred KPH. Just wanted to get to cruising speed.

Uh-huh, I said. It was a weak attempt at snark, but I was still catching my breath. A look down revealed all of New Montreal, done in somber colours and with the flashing headlights of slower moving cars below.

Huge holographic ads splashed through the sky, and we zipped by a few ad-blimps with even more ads on their sides. I know the views great, but you asked me for help?

I stopped staring. Right. So, did you read the stuff I sent?

You mean what your AI sent? I listened to the abridged version.

There was an abridged version? Were going after these mercs, called the, uh... fuck, it doesnt matter. Theyre the ones that grabbed Katallina, the Samurai girl.

No Samurai name for her? Gomorrah asked.

Never met her in person, I said. So, They took her. Dont know if shes still with them or not, but if shes not with them, then theyre the next link in the line, you know?

Gomorrah nodded.

The plan, as far as there is one, is to kick in the front door and ask some very pointed questions, I said.

Arent you a stealth specialist? Gomorrah asked. Cant you sneak in?

I frowned as I thought about it. Probably? Might not be a bad idea. They might get spooked if we burn down their front door.

I can always wait as backup, Gomorrah said. Also, hang on, were going down.

Then the car flipped upside down, Gomorrah pulled the joysticks back and aimed us nose down.

I screamed a little.

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