Chapter Seventy - A Perfect Time for a Picnic

Chapter Seventy - A Perfect Time for a Picnic

Chapter Seventy - A Perfect Time for a Picnic

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I turned left and right, looking for any aliens.

Well, living aliens. There were literal piles of dead ones all around, some still crackling and burning merrily away and lighting up the mineshaft.

I imagined that the mining company would have to patch the mine up a little. Wed left a few holes on the floor. And the walls. And the ceiling.

Mostly that was me, but Id share the blame around with Gomorrah too.

Is that it? I asked.

Looks like it, Gomorrah replied. She looked around as well, then casually hosed one pile of dead Antithesis. One of them flopped around, not entirely dead yet. There will be more, Ill bet, but I think we took out whatever the hive has acting as a mobile guard.

So the next batch will be... what, the immobile guard?

No, probably the Antithesis that guard the hive itself. Bigger, meaner bastards. But I dont think they tend to move as much. Kind of like a last line of defence.

To protect the queen or whatever?

Gomorrah looked my way. You need to pick up a damned textbook. Antithesis dont have queens. Theyre plants. They have root networks and flowers and seeds.

Right, right, I said. Standing a bit taller, I stretched my back out until it popped. Can I have five to reload things?

Gomorrah nodded. Thats probably for the best. I think we could both use a small break. I skipped breakfast.

Id eaten breakfast with Lucy and the kittens that morning, a messy affair with cereal and burnt pancakes and some actual eggs, but that had been... I glanced at my augs time readout. It was nearing four in the afternoon. Not as long as it felt, but still a while ago. Yeah, I could use a bite, I admitted.

Gomorrah stared at the ceiling for a bit, then tugged off a glove and held her hand up for a bit. That way.

Uh, why? I asked as I looked down the way wed come from.

The airs flowing from that direction and pushing deeper into the mines. Well be upwind of all the smoke.

Upwind, right... which ones that?

Gomorrah shrugged. Up is where the smells coming from, down is where its going. More or less.

Guess snacking with smoke in the airs going to make it taste bad.

Oh, the smell isn't the problem, Gomorrah said. I like the smell of burning Antithesis. Its earthy. Its the chemicals I use in Archangels Kiss. Theyre all sorts of cancerous, and toxic, and generally liable to leave you dead from inhaling them.

You named your flamethrower Archangels Kiss? I asked. Is that... like, some of your repressed nature trying to come out?

Gomorrah started walking off. I was thinking of a more biblical angel.

The nun rolled her eyes, still holding back laughter. Get over it.

You know this means war, I said.

You are terrifying, she said. Can I rub your belly until you feel better?

I wanted to throw one of the little carrots at her, but they were absurdly good, and I wasnt going to waste food. This is really good, I said as I took a bite from the sandwich. The bread was good, and the meat and sauce and cheese inside were also... good.

I lacked words to appropriately describe how it tasted, but it was definitely a whole order of magnitude better than some of the crap I'd tasted before. Mmm, have you tried the little juice boxes?

Yeah, theyre great. Which ones did you try?

There are more flavours? I asked.

The strawberry one tastes really nice. Theres a milkshake one too.

Oh, damn, I said. Milkshakes give me the runs though.

Gomorrah lowered her spork. Could you not be quite that candid? Besides, I think theres a world of difference in quality from whatever you drank before.

Pretty sure the ones I tried didnt have any milk in them. Though the shakes part was entirely accurate.

Youre disgusting, she said.

I grinned over at her. Alright, Ill stop. But its really fun to rile you up.

She shook her head. Some friend.

I only smiled harder. Yeah, actually.

The nun actually looked as though she was starting to blush before she wiped it all away with a scowl. Do you have any plans for the rest of the hive?

Well be fighting bigger, uglier bastards, right? I figure running in there guns blazing might be fun, but not all that safe. Maybe I can sneak ahead? Except this time I just plant a whole load of bombs all over and set them off all at once.

And then we sweep in and pick off the rest, Gomorrah said. She took a bite from some veggie that crunched wetly, then nodded. Simple, but it might work.

Does your chuuni fire cannon need air to work?

My what? she asked.

I pointed to the flamethrower.

Its called the Archangels Kiss. And no, it doesnt require air to burn. But having an oxygen-rich environment wouldnt hurt. Why?

Because I have these neat thermobaric bombs, and I think theyre pretty intense when they go off in tight spaces.

Gomorrah bit her lower lip in a way that I would have enjoyed had I been trying to be flirty or something. That is a nice idea, she said.

Uh, yeah, I said. I noticed that my MRE was done. I couldnt remember shovelling the last of it down, but I suppose I had. Anyway, I need to reload on ammo for my handgun, and refill the cats. I guess Ill leave them with you while I range ahead?

That sounds fair. Gomorrah stood, then gave me a hand up too. Now, lets burn this hive down, shall we?

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