Chapter Three - Strange Animals

Chapter Three - Strange Animals

Chapter Three - Strange Animals

No one wants a career! Do you think you want to work for the same bosspunk for 30 years of your life?

Gigs are the way to go! Work for more credits, work when you want, if you want! And the day your boss steps on your toes? Youre off to the next gig!

--Gigs-R-Us ad, 2031

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I wasnt sure if I liked the Barber Shop. The music was weird as hell, and while the chick with the fox tails had a killer voice, I could still pick out the synth notes when she started to croon. I suppose that was one of the downsides of having really good cybernetic ears.

Plus, the place had too many people wearing too much faux-fur for me to be comfortable.

And Rac thought I wasnt cool? What the hell?

At least I wasnt wearing fur.

Im sensing that you dislike the aesthetic.

Mhm, I muttered. Rac glanced up at me, and I waved her concern off. Show me to your friends, Rac. Ill try not to be too uncool around them.

It probably shouldnt have bothered me so much, but it did anyway. Maybe my ego was a little more fragile than Id like to admit. But... well, fuck it. It wasnt cool to be so worried about what others thought about you anyway, so I made an effort to let it go.

Its just that I thought, for some reason, that at least in Racs eyes I was the badass older sister she never had who could solve all of her problems by blowing them up. I guess I wasnt quite there, though.

Sucked, but thats what it was... at least for now. There was still time to impress the brat, even if it really, really didnt matter.

Dont be weird around them, Rac said.

I wont be weird, I growled. Have some faith in me.

That would be misplacing her faith.

Oh, shut up, you, I muttered. Rac gave me another look, but I ignored it. Myalis was being extra sassy right now, probably because she knew that this was embarrassing for me, and she knew that I knew that it was silly to be embarrassed about it to begin with. She loved this kind of circular thing.

Rac led me to a booth some ways into the bar-slash-club, where the music from the dance floor wasnt quite as loud. There was a wall cutting off some of the noise, and a row of fake plants along the other walls partially hiding some of those foam sound buffer things that cut off vibrations.

The booth Rac led me to had two people sitting at it already. One was a massive woman with a plastic half-mask on her face that made her look like a gorilla. The look was only improved by her arms and upper back. It looked like shed had some pretty extensive cybernetic work done on her. Her shoulders were huge to compensate for the size of her arms, which were also massive. They ended in hands that looked like they could crush melons with no effort. Or a persons head.

That case, you might want to let Jerusalem connect you to our network. We use it for coms. And he uses it to send text-messages to the lot of us. Im assuming youre literate? she asked.

I can manage, I said.

I glanced over as a guy walked over to our table. I didnt lean that way, but even I could tell he was an objectively handsome man. He had that model chin and wavy blond hair, curled up at the front in a messy-but-not sorta way.

He was otherwise pretty nondescript, especially for a place like this. The only animal feature was maybe his jacket, which was all snakeskin.

He was carrying a metal tray which he set down on the table before us. Banana smoothie, for the walking stereotype, bourbon on rocks for the spider, root-beers for the Raccoon and her gorgeous friend, and a little something for me, he said as he placed down drinks in front of each of us. Mine looked like a lump of soft serve on top of some soda. Root beer, I supposed.

Youre almost late, Coco said as she accepted hers.

Almost isnt, he replied. I took it that this was Garter. So, Raccoon, whos the friend?

This is Cat, my big sister of sorts, Raccoon said. She smiled, and I noticed a hint of red spreading across her cheeks as she accepted the float.

I glanced between her and Garter, who sat down across from us on the other end of the booth, one leg folded up casually while he swirled something dark in a small tumbler cup. Well, any friend of Raccoons a friend of mine, he said with a wink.

Ah.

Right, I was putting two and two together here and reaching four. Was Racoon afraid Id make her look bad in front of this guy specifically? I was glad I kept that app open. M, how old is this guy?

Garter, AKA Garfield Lebeau, twenty-seven years old, currently marked as unemployed, but clearly works as a freelance mercenary. I can dig deeper, if you want?

Way too old for Rac to have any sort of interest in. Then again... he was about the right age to be in a boy band, and plenty of girls had crushes on those.

If this was even a crush. It could be nothing, or maybe Id need to have a very serious shotgun talk with this guy before I painted the walls with his brains and figure out a way to console Rac for the loss.

Wow, thats a look, Garter said as he looked at me. So, Millennium Animal said that you might be coming with us on our next gig?

Yeah, I said. Was this the third time Id been asked that? If you dont mind me coming along. I just want to see if Racs kept safe.

Thats fair, he said with a nod as he took a sip from his glass. Well, in that case, maybe I could go over the gig? That had all the others sitting up straighter. Its a three-hour job. Some kids from a sub-level two gang discovered a corpo warehouse, and want to empty it out. Problem is, they figure they cant do it themselves. So were going in to do the hard part for them. We go in, break down the security on the place, then let the kids grab anything they can. Maybe we help them load up.

Jerusalem made some gestures that Garter seemed to get.

Nah, were paid a fixed rate. Ten-k credits each. Flat. That wasnt all that bad of a payday for a three-hour long job, I figured. More than anyone would make working a register. The others didnt seem to agree. I know, its low, but its also low-risk and easy work. Its that or we burn credits instead sitting here. So... we in?

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