Chapter Thirty-Nine - Meetingus Interuptus

Chapter Thirty-Nine - Meetingus Interuptus

Chapter Thirty-Nine - Meetingus Interuptus

Cheating? No, no, I would never. My wife and I have been in a loving relationship for nearly a decade nowmore, maybe. Shes the one that tans my hide when I forget the date of our anniversary! Hah!

No, Tom, I wont be paying those sorts of accusations any mind. Theyre just a losers attempt to throw dirt on my good name.

Now, my competition seem like good folk at first glance, but I think if the wise, voting citizens of our fine city start to dig a little deeper, theyll learn that things arent quite as they seem.

Why...

--Excerpt from an interview with Mayor Dupont, 2056

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The secretary jumped out of his seat and darted down the corridor ahead of me. Th-this way, miss, he said. Ive sent a message to the mayor to expect you, but, ah, hes preparing for an important meeting.

What about? I asked. We soon took a turn in the passageway and were crossing down the middle of a room filled with cubicles. Office drones were clicking away behind screens, some few leaning back while jacked into the net.

Ah, its with the city council? Theres a meeting at ten this morning.

I glanced at my aug clock and held back a wince. It was past nine already? At the rate we were going, I wouldnt get to sleep until the afternoon. Whats the meetings agenda? I asked. Is it an emergency meeting?

Ah, no? Just an ordinary meeting.

Huh, alright, I said. I considered crashing the meeting instead, but we were already here, and there was no way I could just sit around and wait. Maybe I could have planned things a little better, but then, I wasnt all that keen on planning things.

The mayor would be... interesting to handle. I didnt know anything about him. I think Id seen his face on some posters slapped onto walls and maybe a few ads between two posts.

Hey, wait up!

I stopped and glanced over my shoulder. Rac wasnt next to me anymore, and I had no idea when shed moved away. I spotted her a few metres back, tossing aside bits of paper and junk off her shirt. She had a stapler in hand, and there was an office worker staring at her from next to a tipped-over trash can.

Whats that? I asked.

Stapler. Slightly used. Probably a broken spring or something, Rac said. She stuffed it into one of her bigger pockets, and it clunked against something else she had in there. Then her arm darted out and she added a pen to her collection.

That wasnt in the trash, I said.

Meh, they wont miss it, she replied.

Fair enough.

Uh, here, the secretary said. He gestured down at the end of the room. There were some steps leading up to a landing with a mirrored wall beyond that. I bet that it was there so that anyone in the room could overlook their sea of keyboard monkeys.

Im Stray Cat, or just Cat. Apparently Im ranked 48,094th most... something samurai, which is really unimpressive. Also, they didnt stop me because of either common sense, or a sense of self-preservation. Toss up, really.

The mayor swallowed, eyes widening a moment before they narrowed and his glare reset itself. I dont care if youre the head of the Family itself. You cant just... barge in here!

She literally just did, Racoon said. Can I? she asked, pointing with both hands at the wastebasket next to his desk.

Whos that? he asked, pointing to Racoon.

Thats Raccoon, I said. She, uh, likes trash. Dont ask. Im here to talk.

So you broke my door? Thats oak!

I thought youd be more pissed because I interrupted your pre-meeting BJ, I said. I would be.

Rac stood up, a pair of very lacy underthings held up by a string in her hands. I dont know, fatso here seems to get it on a lot. That, or hes got really small hips. She held the panties out by the band and raised them, as if judging if hed fit in them.

Dont touch that, Rac. You dont know where its been.

I can guess, she said.

I shook my head, then stepped up and pulled out one of the chairs before the mayors desk. Come on, lets sit down. We have a lot to talk about, and I feel like Ive made a bad first impression.

The mayor glared for a moment more, then he stepped back and sat down. Im Mayor Dupont, the rightfully elected official in charge of the city of New Montreal, he said.

Brilliant, I said. I was hoping that if I started at the top I might be able to get things done. We have a problem, both of us.

He eyed me up and down, not in a dirty way, just judging. I imagine it has something to do with the faint odour of shit wafting off of you?

Are you guessing? I asked. Because that would be somewhat impressive.

No, I received reports that two samurai were causing trouble in the sewers sometime very early this morning. He gestured to me, then Rac. Did he think she was a samurai? She was certainly weird enough.

Yeah. A lot of citizens were kidnapped by the Sewer Dragons. No recognition on his face. A gang living in the sewers. They maintained the sewers and kept them running; it also made them somewhat untouchable. Plus, their home is a death trap.

Youre using the past tense, he noted. I imagine theyre no longer an issue.

Maybe. We freed the civilians theyd taken and... well take care of them, I guess. Therere probably some remnants of the gang down there. Our problem is that they kept the sewers working.

And thats our problem? he asked.

I like hot showers and running water as much as the next girl. And when I flush, I like it when my toilet doesnt vomit shit all over. Now, Im no expert in matters of sewage, but I know somethings fucky when I see it, and the entire citys sewage system is very fucky.

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