Chapter Forty-One - Extinction of a New Sort

Chapter Forty-One - Extinction of a New Sort

Chapter Forty-One - Extinction of a New Sort

"And it came to pass that as the earth was plagued by the sins of man, extinction rates did rise and the creatures of the land and sea were lost. For their genomes were coveted by those with greed in their hearts, and taken for selfish gain. And so it was that the great sharks were lost, for they were cloned to satiate the desires of the wicked. And their genomic samples were locked away, hidden behind walls of technology, protected by the very greed that caused their downfall. Thus did biodiversity perish, one sinful act at a time."

--The Ecoterrorists Manifesto, page 41, verse 12

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I ran over to the building Manic was hiding in just as I heard a very strange but very unique sound, the charge up whine and bassy boom of Manics sound gun going off. Some of the windows at the front of the building clattered apart, sending sheets of glass tumbling onto the street and alerting every alien in the area that something was up.

Fuck, I muttered under my breath as I double-timed it into the building. Behind me, the stirring mass of aliens was starting to move in the same direction. I was sure a few would notice the front door opening and closing on its own, but there was nothing for it.

I ordered up a grenade with a laser tripwire and some sticky shit on the side of it and pressed it to the wall next to the entrance before running deeper in.

Need a few more of those, I said as I started to go up the stairs. I left one at every landing. Theyd be a nice gift to any aliens trying to run up behind me.

Manic was on the fourth floor, and when I reached her, I found the woman with a boot pressed up against the front of a model five, her other shoe slipping backwards as she levelled her bass cannon into the aliens mouth and fired.

There was that familiar whine, then a single loud borf sound that made all the dust on the ground skip up and ripped the alien apart from the inside out.

She stumbled backwards, regained her footing, then started looking for the next target.

There were a few model threes rushing across the open room, but before she could aim at them I fired at the lot in full auto, and was suddenly reminded that I didnt have the stealthiest kind of bullet loaded into my gun. Still, I nailed the three with four shots, then ordered up a resonator and tossed it into the corner of the room where it released its high-pitched squeal.

You good? I asked.

Yeah, Manic said. She flicked a strip of alien meat off her gun. Gonna want a shower after all of this.

I thought the covered in gore look was very punk, I said.

Eh, Im all for doing shit just for the vibes, but like, aesthetics important but fuck if hygiene isnt important too, you know?

Yeah, I said.

Slept with this one guy once. Real rocker sort. Fuck the system. He ended up in jail for molotoving some rich fucks ride. Anyway, guy was cool, but he smelled like those ecigs all the time.

Uh-huh, I said, less interested.

She gave me a look. What? Squeamish?Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

About fucking? Not when its two women, like how God intended.

Then she bought a pair of strange metal devices that she clamped around her biceps and over her leather-like jacket. It gave her a bit of a weird look. I couldnt begin to guess what those were, not until they slid open and revealed a set of speakers on the inside.

A smaller version of her bass cannon? Placed the way they were, theyd blast all around her.

Ready? I asked.

Yeah. Debating getting some boots.

Nice boots are nice, I said. Might as well get pants though. You dont want some alien getting into yours, you know?

I dont think theyre interested in that, she said.

I shook my head. Its all fun and games until you see one of those tentacle ones up close, I said.

Manic paused. Actually, yeah, give me like, two minutes?

Sure, I said.

She slipped into one of the rooms nearby, and I went over to guard the stairs, giving her a bit of room. When she returned she was wearing very flattering pants that were made of some sort of smooth, shiny material. Same old boots though.

Nice, I said. Make your ass look fine.

My ass looked fine already, she said. We heading down?

Yeah. I just need to disable the bombs I put on the stairs. The ones that didnt go off already.

I could do that from afar, fortunately, so that wasnt a big deal. There werent many that hadnt gone off, just the ones on the last landing. As we started to make our way down, I discovered a slight issue though.

Ah, shit, I said as I looked at where the stairs should have been.

The bomb had torn them apart, leaving a hole that led two floors down.

Nice job, Manic said.

Hey, not my fault this place is basically built out of cardboard. I swear, how cheap can they get?

Well just have to go around, Manic said. It clearly didnt bother her all that much.

To be fair, I just wanted to get to the ground floor to start killing shit, but I supposed going about it in a roundabout way wasnt so bad.

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