Chapter Twenty-Two - Reaction Time

Chapter Twenty-Two - Reaction Time

Chapter Twenty-Two - Reaction Time

If you ever have to fight a Samurai, and thats already a losing proposition, then the very best thing you can do is make sure they dont have time to react.

They have an infinite arsenal at their disposal; but only a finite amount of time to pick which tool to use.

Strike fast. Strike hard, and never strike the same way twice.

--Anonymous, from a dark web guide for hitmen, 2052

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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Gomorrah twitched her hands to the side, and we juked out of the path of a cargo craft so fast that even my cybernetic eye only caught a passing glimpse of the life insurance ad on its side.

Shit shit shit! I added as Gomorrah started to pull up, then encountered the rising, warning-light covered smokestacks of New Montreals industrial district.

My everything clenched as she flung us to one side to avoid a pole, then tossed us in the other direction to keep from ramming a chimney.

Tight, Gomorrah said before rolling the car to the side to slip in between two metallic blurs. I didnt even see them until we were shooting past them.

Fuck shit, I agreed.

Gomorrah snorted and levelled us off. She smoothly guided the Fury down between the mega structures nearest the industrial sector and wove down into the main traffic lanes. She was still ducking and weaving around slower cars, but it wasnt at a speed that had my lunch considering a violent exit.

Where did you learn to drive, and can someone sue them for incompetence, I said.

Come on, no ones died from my driving, Gomorrah said.

I feel there should be a yet at the end there, I said. Maybe in italics.

The nun laughed. I got my license early, so I used to drive the church van around a lot.

Bringing people closer to god by means of heart attacks? I asked. You know, at this rate I expect you to just crash into the mercs hidey-hole.

Thats one way of doing it, Gomorrah said. But nah. Im going to park us a few blocks over, and we can make our way down on foot.

Is it a nice enough neighbourhood to leave this thing parked on its own? I asked.

No ones going to steal my car, Cat.

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It can handle itself, Gomorrah said. Right Fury?

The car chimed a positive-sounding two-tone note.

I shrugged. She was probably right. It would take someone with serious balls to try and jack a Samurais ride. We veered out of traffic a moment later and glided down a few levels, past billboards and ads and a few sky bridges between the buildings towering above us until Gomorrah came level with a hangar door in the side of a building.

Here you go.

A stretch of the building some three stories tall lit up in purple. I toyed with the controls built into my augs until it was zoomed in a little and I could see it better. The section the mercs were using wasnt perfectly square. Some of the rooms from other parts of the building poked into their space, but it was a near thing.

Looks like a sort of garage on the first floor. Living spaces on the second, and... maybe those are offices on the third?

Indeed. The bottommost floor occupied by The Hour Men is the fifth floor of the building.

Where are the entrances? I asked.

Five doors were highlighted in red. Three emergency exits leading into a stairwell that crossed a decent portion of the entire building. A door by the offices, no doubt leading into a sort of lounge, and the main door of the garage.

Those fire escape entrances look to be in pretty quiet spots, Gomorrah said.

I really doubt theyre viable entrances, I said. They have to be locked up, or else bricked over. Unless these guys are complete idiots, and I doubt that.

You think that highly of them?

No. I just dont like the idea of underestimating someone so much, I said. I think the garage is too obvious, and the main entrance is a bust.

Unless you go in with a disguise or something.

That... was an idea. Maybe. Lets look at other things first. Myalis, they have an entire wall thats on the exterior, right?

They do.

The garage-side wall lit up. Any windows?

Four windows flashed the same colour as the entrances.

Well, theres another option, I said.

How important is it that you get in physically? Gomorrah asked.

The elevator dinged and its doors opened out into a little lobby with cracked tiled floors and heaps of trash shoved up against the corners. I guess we should figure out what we want to do with them before breaking in, huh?

That might save us some time, Gomorrah said.

Right. Priority one is the girl. And I guess her dog. We need to find out if shes there. If she is, then we extract her.

Just the two of us? Gomorrah asked.

I chewed on my cheek, then shook my head. No. Thats too risky. If she is there, then we get some other Samurai to help. Someone like Deus Ex could probably fry everyone in the building from a dozen kilometers away without hurting her. Itd be safer.

And if shes not there? Gomorrah asked.

Then we find out where she is. If that means finding someone to ask questions to, then so be it.

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