Chapter Sixty-Seven - Exploring New Holes with Your Favorite Nun


    Chapter Sixty-Seven - Exploring New Holes with Your Favorite Nun


    Okay, so you know how slave labour is all sorts of illegal, right?


    Obviously.


    Right, so get this. Someone volunteering... isnt. An employee giving you time willingly, without asking for pay? Yeah, thats fine.


    Whos going to work for free?


    No, no, see, thats the best part. You take note of who did volunteer work, make it public, and when promotions roll around, you tell those who volunteered a lot and who happen to get promoted that its partially because they volunteered.


    So to get promoted you need to volunteer?


    What? No, thatll just get idiots with too much time up the ladder. Nah, but when someone who did volunteer gets promoted, you make a big show of it. Im telling you, about one fifth of our employee work hours last year were entirely volunteer work. You can even use it as a tax write-off!


    --Overheard conversation at the AE New Montreal Head Office


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    Cause Player didnt complain about how cramped the rear seats of the Fury were. That was great.


    He did complain about just about everything else though. Slow down!


    Im hardly going fast, Gomorrah said.


    Its relative! he said as trees whipped by on either side.


    Were barely going one hundred, Gomorrah complained.


    Thats really fast when youre only feet off the ground!


    I snorted. Who uses feet? For measuring shit, I mean.


    Id use liters for that, Gomorrah whispered.


    It took me a second, but when I caught on I cackled.


    The road! The road! Cause Player shouted.


    Gomorrah looked ahead, twitched us out of the path of a tree, then turned to stare at Cause Player. I didnt learn to drive yesterday, you know?


    Wait, I vaguely recall you telling me you didnt know how to drive?


    That was three days ago.


    I looked out ahead, at all the trees whipping by. Um, now Im a little concerned too, I admitted.


    Cause Player said something that was probably rude, but Gomorrah chose that moment to yank us up, spin Fury around, then come to a very quick hover on a flat patch of ground.


    The forest was cleared for a ways, leaving plenty of room for the huge machines that were parked around the mine entrance, which was wider than most of the houses in Black Bear and twice as tall.


    The Fury slid to a stop and hovered a metre off the ground, front facing the mine entrance. The entrance, and about a dozen Antithesis.


    Huh, Gomorrah said.


    She flicked something, and a large gun unfolded from the cars hood.


    The Furys soundproofing proved its worth. I didnt even hear the machine gun going off. Soon, the few Model Threes and Fours lingering around were turned into so much pulp that they were hard to tell apart from a pile of roadside slush.


    Oops, I deadpanned.


    Gomorrah brought us down and set the Fury to hover. Stepping out was a bit tricky, with the ground being so uneven, but we managed.


    I stared into the crevice, the whole thing feeling a lot larger, and a lot darker now that we stood right on the edge of it. Alright, lets unload the mecha cats. Should we leave one with the Fury?


    To guard it? No, Ill remote it up a few hundred metres. Itll target any flying Antithesis around, and it can serve as a beacon for us. Theres not much normal reception around here.


    I glanced to the skies. Dark. Dark and brownish. There were some fires here and there too, little white plumes reaching out to the clouds.


    Cat?


    I snapped out of it and rushed to the back of the Fury to help unload the mecha cats stored within. Going to be tricky to get these three to the bottom, I said.


    Theyre not so heavy, Gomorrah said. Whos going down first? Oh, and let me get you that thing.


    Ah yes, the thing, I said.


    As it turned out, the thing was a small pack with clamps. It was mildly complicated to put on, and had a bunch of boxes around it. Gomorrah explained that they would deploy a sort of airbag around me if shit went horribly wrong. It was more than just an airbag, but I got the gist of it.


    Myalis, can I spare enough points for, like, a stealth poncho? With a hood? I asked.


    A stealth poncho?


    Like, a thing thatll cover me more than just my jacket. I have my legs and head still visible.


    I think I understand what youre looking for. Perhaps a cloak?


    A cloak of invisibility? That sounds kind of awesome. Always wanted one of those.


    For peeping in bathrooms? Gomorrah asked as she helped me grab the last mecha cat.


    Showers, actually, I said.


    You only want something simple?


    Its all I can afford, I said.


    You know its still weird to only hear one side of that conversation, Gomorrah said.


    I shrugged.


    New Purchase: Cloak of Inpurrceptability


    Points Reduced to... 35


    I picked up the box the cloak came in and opened it to find a long cape-like thing, with a deep hood that of course had cat ears sewn on. Kinda cute though. I slid it on over everything else I had. Fortunately it was pretty light, because I was covered in a whole load of gear already.


    Do you think we should get like, exoskeleton suits, or power armour? I asked.


    Isnt that the end-goal? Gomorrah asked. Honestly, I think it depends on what youre going for.


    Gomorrah and I set up my old grapple system, the drill-heads digging into some of the larger stones as if they were so much butter. And then it was time to head down into the pit. Ill go first, I said.


    Not even a debate?


    I grinned, then walked off the edge. Nope!


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