Chapter Twenty-Seven - A Good Job

Chapter Twenty-Seven - A Good Job

Chapter Twenty-Seven - A Good Job

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Nothing encapsulates that more than the samurai, who by necessity, tend to be normal people under all the gear. So, of course, we emulate and copy that very same equipment, that aesthetic.

--Coco Model, Memoires on The Changes, a 2045 autobiography.

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Gomorrah, I think I might need a distraction on the far end of this place, I said.

The map with the path Gomorrah had given me was relatively simple. I had to take these people out of this place and to one of the rooms just down the corridor leading here. That would mean that for a good stretch of the way, anyone on the floor above would be able to see the kidnapped people, not to mention anyone on the bottom-most floor.

Then I had to blow apart a wall once inside that room, which would likely wake anyone who wasnt already up. The noise of dozens of people moving by wouldnt help.

While I considered my options, I moved over to the nearest door and looked at the padlock keeping it shut. It was a big thing, all heavy steel with a metal loop as thick as my thumb. Id need something to blow it up.

That guy has the keys, Shaun said. He was pointing to one of the Sewer Dragons who was busy twitching on the ground behind me.

Oh, thats nice, I said. I scooped the keys out of the guys jacket pocket, and then fiddled with the lock. Alright, Shaun, I need you to keep an eye on everyone here. Youre going to stay in this room for the next five minutes or so. If any of you know how to handle a weapon, then theres two shit guns on the floor there. A bit dirty but Im sure they work.

Where will you be? Shaun asked.

Me? Im going to be just down the corridor doing a bit of remodelling. If you hear gunshots and explosions, thats because its working.

Alright? Shaun said. He didnt sound entirely onboard with everything. He was probably a bit too normal to be used to the speed at which samurai worked.

The lock came apart with a satisfying clunk and I tossed it to the side before walking over to the other side. The women were climbing to their feet, some of them helping the others. There was an air of cautious optimism. Were saved, oh thank the saints were saved, one woman was muttering to herself while worrying her hands together.

I undid the last padlock and let it fall. Okay. Everyone, follow Shaun over there. My partner and I, another samurai, will be making a lot of noise. When I come and get you, move fast, and keep your heads low.

I moved into that little room at the entrance of the enclosures while turning on my invisibility. I caught a few gasps as I disappeared, then the sound of the gates opening and people shuffling out, slow and cautious.

Gomorrah? I asked as I headed over to the bulkhead. The two who entered had closed it behind them.

Im standing by the entrance, Gomorrah said. Ive glued down your chronic masturbator friend. He decided to return to his post.

Gomorrah came down the stairs two at a time, then searched the passage for things to shoot at. Ill keep it safe, she said.

I nodded as I swung past her and into the room that was soon going to get an expansion. It was an office space, of sorts. A few computers here and there, a small bookshelf with old-school paper books. Lots of spectacularly terrible wire management, with cords strew across the floor.

So, the back wall, I muttered. A glance at the wire-mesh map showed that there was about ten centimetres of cement between the wall and a room on the other side, one that was a bit higher up than this room. Myalis, I need something thatll blow this wall apart.

You cant imagine how many options that leaves you with.

Ah, lets go for something old-school?

Certainly.

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Cheap, I said as I picked up the little box that appeared by my feet. There was a small disk inside, with a plastic-y thing in its middle that had a few small lights. My augs connected to it and gave me a new menu with a few options. I toggled on the click to detonate then pressed it to the wall. It stuck fast.

I decided not to stand next to the explosive as it went off, because I liked my remaining limbs and Lucy would be miffed.

Stepping out of the room, I moved closer to Gomorrahs side. She was next to the bulkhead door. Is it done? she asked.

I glanced back, then selected the detonate option on my augs menu.

The ground shook and there was a nice bassy bang. Dust shot out of the doorway leading into the freshly renovated room. It is now, I said.

I kind of regretted not being able to see that, but I could imagine it well enough.

In that case, Gomorrah said. Lets get people moving. We still have quite a few people unaccounted for.

I think, for those, well need to find Doc Hack and ask him some questions. The fun sort.

That can wait until the people we can save now are safe, Gomorrah said.

I glanced around at all the Sewer Dragons currently stuck to the floors and walls and to each other. One of them had their arm sticking out of the white foam, so they gave us the middle finger. I love my job, I muttered.

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