Chapter Forty-Five - Realtoring

Chapter Forty-Five - Realtoring

Chapter Forty-Five - Realtoring

The housing market was turning into an increasingly dangerous bubble in North America in the end of the 2010s.

As it turns out, all that was needed to pop that was an alien invasion.

--Anonymous on the price of homes, 2022

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I stayed by Lucy as we made our way down the side of the building and towards the museums entrance. I idly noticed bullet holes here and there, and stains on the ground where antithesis had bled out.

Signs left over from my fight here a few days ago?

I supposed that the carrion antithesis had grabbed most of the bodies at some point, or a cleaning crew had come around already.

I was a little worried that a stray gust would pick Lucy and fling her off the side. Which was silly, of course, but it didnt stop me from placing myself between her and the drop. If I was blown off the edge, I had options, she didnt, and she was still new to the whole, walking-without-crutches thing.

We did make it to the bottom safely, though Lucy paused to catch her breath.

You okay? I asked.

I need to do more cardio. And maybe eat a little bit less, Lucy said.

I can certainly think of a few ways to get your heart beating, I said.

She snorted. Not out here.

Hah! No, its a bit chilly for that.

We found someone waiting for us at the front of the museum, a woman, maybe in her mid-thirties, and wearing a nice corporate-style long coat and shades. She had a suitcase by her side, and was staring off into the sky in the way someone looking at their media feeds did while bored.

Hey! I called out.

The woman snapped out of it, looked to us, then put on a smile that I immediately pinged as fake. Hello, she said. Youre right on time.

Cool, I said. Im Cat, this is Lucy.

Im Jessica Washington, from Washington, Smith and Associates. Its a pleasure to meet you.

She extended her hand, and I hesitated just a moment before shaking with my cybernetic arm. Yeah, I said. So, we were kinda interested in the place. You intend to give us a tour or something?

Of course, Jessica was all smiles. At Washington and Smith, we prize our clients above all else, but were also very discerning about who we take on as a client, and to whom we will sell their property. We only want the best for the city, of course.

My eyes were practically glazing over at all the corporate talk. Uh-huh, I said. Point being?

Myalis? she asked.

My AI, I explained.

I do indeed. If your goal is to intimidate the woman, then Id advise allowing me to enter the conversation. A low-cost drone would be more than enough.

I nodded. That sounds great.

New Purchase: Light Communications Drone

Points reduced to... 6910

A box appeared before me, and I snapped it out of the air, popped it open, and let the tiny drone within whizz out. It was no bigger than a closed fist, and looked about as durable as some of the third-hand toys wed played with at the orphanage.

Greetings, Myalis said. Im Vanguard Stray Cats assistant, Myalis. She has asked for my assistance regarding some things.

A pleasure, Jessica said. Should we step inside? If were going to be negotiating, Id rather do it within the building. Privacy and all. Also, its not as cold.

I looked to the side and noticed Lucy hugging herself for warmth, then nodded. Yeah, thats a good idea.

The android that had been in the front entrance the first time we came was long gone, and the security doors had been torn right off their hinges. Still, the lobby was a bit warmer, and there were chairs along the sides next to posters of various samurai in action and some poorly disguised ads.

So, did you intend to tell folks that the vault in this place is fake? I asked.

Technically, it meets all specifications to be considered a vault, Jessica said.

Are you shitting me?

Myalis little drone slid closer. She is, technically, correct. The guidelines on what can and cant be considered a vault are lax, and the interpretation of a large room with minimal survival equipment could be accepted as enough to consider the room in this building as a vault.

I shook my head. No way. I dont care what any law says, that vault isnt real. Its fake.

We could lower the price in consequence of--

And I havent spoken to Longbow yet, but Im pretty sure he was still pissed about his AA system being fucked with. Pretty sure hes going to turn around and hit whomever owned the place for that particular fuck-up.

I... will inform my clients of that, Jessica said.

Lucy smiled. It was one of her terrifying smiles, the sort that was also a little hot. Go ahead. Of course, Im sure Cat could help cool Longbow down. In the end, they need to weigh how much theyll lose, versus how much they have to gain in trying to sell this place.

Jessica rolled her eyes. You two might think youre being clever, but I see what youre trying to do. Truth is, Im only getting a commission on this place, and its not that great to begin with. Still, I need to make ends meet, so even if this place had been a baby skinning factory, wed still try to sell it at a price that was at least fair compared to the current market values. You can threaten and posture all you like, and you might even have the right of it, but unless you plan on just stealing the place, then well have to insist that you pay a fair price.

I stared at Jessica. The woman had brass balls. Though, to be fair, she was kinda right. Just cause the place had nearly been the death of me, didnt mean I could just take it.

My temptation to be a bitch warred with my sense of what was fair for a bit, then I crossed my arms. Fine. Lets talk prices then. Fair prices.

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