Chapter Seven - The Kind of Work That Makes You Happy

Chapter Seven - The Kind of Work That Makes You Happy

Chapter Seven - The Kind of Work That Makes You Happy

You should be happy working, because work IS happiness!

--Sunshine Outlook: Global HR, 2035 slogan

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Coco landed her van in the same dank and stinking spot where wed found it earlier, then the bunch of us leapt out. I decided to keep the mask on, at least until we were filing back into the Barber Shop from the back and I felt like it wasnt dangerous to remove it.

I noticed Rac doing the same, ripping off the full face mask and shoving it into her pack as a tangled mess of straps.

That was a pretty clean job, guy and girls, Garter said. Uh, Cat, was it? Id usually be all for paying you for the help, but itll have to be something of a group decision, you know?

Huh? Oh, I dont mind skipping the credits, I said.

Are you sure? Coco asked.

Spider: She didnt do anything.

Hes right, I didnt do anything, I said. Besides, itd take some of the credits you did the work for and its not like you expected me to ride along. I really dont mind. If things had gone pear-shaped and I had to save your asses, then Id gladly accept your pay, but... yeah, that was a clean gig.

I dont mind taking her share, Rac said.

Garter snorted, then ruffled her head. Cute, but no luck, kid, he said.

Rac pouted and glared at the ground, and I was pretty sure I was the only one that picked up her whiney Im not a kid, dammit.

We filed into the main floor of the bar, and I noticed that the dancefloor had gained a few more patrons since we left. The music was still the same, ancient jazz and swing with some heavy synths and electronics overlaid atop them. There was a new lady singing, a big chick with a big voice crooning in French about her big problems.

Garter led us back to the same booth wed started in, and when he sat down it was with a big, weary sigh. Alright, let me get everyones pay sorted out, then the first rounds on me.

We all slipped into the booths as well, with Rac and I sitting on the edge. I didnt figure Id be staying here for very long. Garter did as he promised, and the mood improved noticeably as Coco and Jerusalem got their pay. Even Rac was grinning wider. Then the conversation turned to guns, and Garter and Jerusalem started to argue with the same kind of tone Id expect from an argument that had been had before.

So, I said to Rac as I leaned back. Is this how it usually goes?

She shrugged. Only been at it for a few days, she said. But... yeah, usually. I like to stay and eat after, but then I always get back home and back to work. The credits are good though.

Yeah?

Thanks, she said.

I grinned. No problem! Oh, and Rac? Hes way too old for you.

Rac flushed, glared, then darted off without saying anything. I laughed, then spun on my heel and headed out. I figured that counted as my good deed for the day.

Are you serious about that blueprint?

Cant cost that much, can it?

Thats true. Id suggest getting something in the two to three hundred point range, itll give you several options for augmentations and consumer cybernetics on par with the best commercially available options. Also, if you want to prioritise Racs safety, then perhaps an under armour blueprint catalogue? You have gone through a few sets yourself. It would only take a half dozen more for you to start saving money with the blueprint.

I sighed. Myalis was probably right, though, and we did have some resources to spare. If any of the other Kittens decided to start running around the city causing trouble, then Id want them to have the bare minimum gear with them too.

You know what, that sounds really fair, Myalis.

Thank you! We can discuss budgets if you want. Though that depends, what are you planning to do with the rest of your day?

What do you mean? Im on vacation, arent I? Im done for the day, I think. Though... maybe it wouldnt hurt to plan for tomorrows disaster on the walk back. My bike was a good ten minutes away by foot.

Certainly! Which issue did you want to tackle tomorrow, then?

Right so... far as Im aware, theres the mayor that needs to do some explaining for me. Then theres the sewers. Shit, might have to take care of those sooner rather than later. The more we leave them alone, the worse theyll get. Oh, and the prosthetics thing. I started to set that up, then got distracted.

I see. Let me draw up a schedule for you. But first, a few more minor details. Did you want the mayors visit to be done on official terms?

Hmm... yeah, send him a nice warning that Ill be visiting him. Make it like, right after hes supposed to be done for the day, and tell him that itll be wherever he is at that time. I cackled to myself. Making politicians sweat was just fun and proper.

Very well then! Tomorrow, the sewers. The day after, youll have an appointment with the mayor. And then the day after that an appointment with the people setting up your prosthetics charity?

Eh, we can do the mayor thing and the charity thing on the same day. Telling the mayor off cant take more than a couple of hours, right?

Yes, Im certain youll be able to navigate through complex politics without any issues.

I rolled my eyes. Come on, have a little faith in me. Its hardly complex politics. Its me threatening someone. I can do that in my sleep!

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