Stray Cat Strut

Chapter Seventy-Five - A Flock of Trouble

Chapter Seventy-Five - A Flock of Trouble

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Take these! I called out as I swung my arm around. Myalis, who was obviously fond of dramatics, made five turrets appear under my hand in time with the sweeping motion. Each one was bundled up with some ammunition and guns already, though they would still take some time to set up.

Monroe, who by virtue of knowing me had been promoted from Sergeant to... still Sergeant but more in charge, pointed to teams of two and sent them off to different trucks.

The soldiers had painted big numbers on the sides of each vehicle, and had replaced our volunteer drivers with some of their own already.

Five groups left towards five trucks, the last ones to be fitted with gun emplacements. Think itll be enough? I asked.

Its ten minutes from here to the FOB, Monroe said. Thats a lot of ground to cover while under attack, so every additional gun will be worth its weight in credits.

Yeah, fair, I said. The soldiers had a pair of ladders which they were using to rush onto the roofs of some of the trailers, while others just climbed from the trucks bumper into its hood, then jumped onto the top of their trailers from there. Daring, but it worked.

Sir! Maam! one young soldier said as he ran over. We have people moving our way. Contacts, about one hundred in all.

Where? I asked.

I was pointed off towards one road, the one I knew Gomorrah wasnt guarding. That way, maam.

Monroe and I took off jogging through the drizzle, heading right towards the blockade that was even now coming apart as everything was packed away with military efficiency. That efficiency had paused as every soldier in the area was reaching for their arms and sighting down the road.

I hopped up the low-slung fender of one of the Cleanze cars then glared out ahead at the crowd approaching us. At first glance, they were just a few dozen people in wet, bedraggled clothes. Normal folk of all ages shuffling together as if sticking together would grant them any sort of protection.

It was only on looking carefully at the way most of them were walking with a bit of a stutter that things got really weird. Far too many of them wore bloody clothes or looked like theyd tried to tear off their outfits.

Shit, I said. Dumbass! Get into scanning range. If my little drone could check them out and confirm my suspicions then... then there was no risking any of the soldiers to do the same.

The drone bobbed up and down, then shot ahead with a faint tapping of its little legs on asphalt.

I pulled Whisper off my shoulder as I watched Dumbass skitter along. The moment the drone had crossed the first hundred or so meters and was within spitting range of the people at the front of the group, a few of them detached themselves from the bunch and started running at the drone.

Im afraid I dont have any good news. Dumbass One was unable to make a full scan at that range, at least not one that is stable and clean, but even what was taken is enough to find traces of Antithesis nerve-grafting.

Model Sevens? I asked.

Someone heard me, one of the soldiers nearby. Model Sevens! he called out.

Any attempt to tell them to give me a minute was nixed when half the soldiers opened fire. Hitting a moving target at a hundred meters was tricky, but with thirty or so people emptying full auto on a group of a hundred... I winced as bodies crumpled left and right. Those that started sprinting towards us were only focused on harder.

Within a few seconds there were only bodies left on the road. But behind us, the civilians still being guided into trucks didnt take kindly to the gunfire. They screamed until the soldiers guiding them in yelled even louder to get them in.

Damn, I said. Monroe, we dont have time for this, can you speed things up?

Yes maam! he called.

Dumbass skittered back to my side, looking no worse for wear, if a bit bloody from its little adventure. Come on, little guy, I said as I hopped down. I moved towards the people, the Model Sevens, and tried to keep my lunch down as I stared at all the corpses. Myalis, I need something to burn this off.

Understood.

I returned to the convoy after placing a Resonator on the ground behind me, one tuned for human flesh.

I found Monroe waiting for me when I returned, along with Gomorrah. Maam, he said. Were ready to head out. Are you riding with us or...?

I guess so, I said. What about you? I asked Gomorrah.

Im going to ride with the mobile base. It offers a good platform to attack from.

I imagined the nun riding atop one of the flat-topped semi-trailers, then nodded. The mobile base at least had a sort of... almost balcony above it. Probably had roof access... and a bathroom. Damned fancy vehicle. Ill go with you then, I said. Maybe we can make it go last to cover our rear.

Ill tell the colonel, Monroe said before bolting off.

The convoy looked ready to go. Trucks packed, armoured cars moving about into position and the tank Id seen earlier roaring ahead of the pack to take the lead.

Come on, Gomorrah said. I think at this point were the ones stalling the rest.

A glance around showed that we were just about the only ones not in a vehicle or another. Yeah, alright, I said.

We were greeted at the mobile base by a still-impeccable Colonel Burke. Lady Samurai, he greeted us as soon as we were on board. I take it youre ready to go?

Yeah, I said. Lets get out of this place.

The man nodded then turned to one of his adjuncts who seemed to be waiting for him. Give the signal, were moving back.

There was a snap of yessir, and a moment later the entire mobile base rocked as it got into gear and started to move along with the pondering slowness of something that weighed as much as the average house.

Well be on the roof, Gomorrah said as she moved towards the back. I shrugged, waved Burke off, and followed.

By the time we made it to the roof of the base the entire convoy was moving, which is to say, it was crawling along at a snails pace. The roads were covered in too many wrecks to get any good speed, and with so many choke points, trucks had to slip by in single file.

Sometimes that required that they maneuver around tight corners, stopping to realign halfway through while all the rest waited. The smaller armoured cars didnt have that problem, but they couldnt just rush ahead.

Still, the PMCs seemed to have their shit together. They never let the convoy spread out too much and had cars waiting at intersections in case a flood of aliens spawned out of thin air.

This endeavor of yours is working out surprisingly well. I dont know if youre making as many points as you would have had you merely kept fighting, but you are definitely saving more lives this way.

Maybe, I said. Were still leaving a lot of people behind.

Gomorrah looked my way for a bit, but she didnt seem to have anything to add to my apparently one-sided conversation.

Points arent everything. They are a means to an end, and that end is often ensuring the survival of as many as you can.

I nodded before leaning against the side of a post with a sort of antenna sticking out of it. I was... tired. The day had been a long one even if it was still just mid-afternoon. I could probably keep going, but it was only going to work thanks to an over abundance of adrenaline and some self-asskicking.

I wanted to be back with my friends, with the kittens and Lucy.

Was I selfish?

Cat!

I tore myself away from my own contemplations and looked over to Gomorrah. She was pointing to the sky. A sky darkened by flitting black forms.

My new eye zoomed in on the mass slowing around the tops of the nearest buildings like a smog bank and made out hundreds, maybe thousands of pitch-black birds.

Model Ones? I asked.

More than that, the nun added. Theyre heading this way too.

I picked up my gun with a sigh. Well, more points for us, then.