Chapter Twenty-Eight - Stepping Up and Out


    Chapter Twenty-Eight - Stepping Up and Out


    Air filtration technology has changed significantly in the past decades. Most of this change was pushed by the increasing need for unpolluted, pure air that wont ruin your lungs and fill your brain with lead and mercury. Its why HVAC specialists are some of the best paid people in the infrastructure industry.


    --Extract from What to be When You Grow Up! a job-guide pamphlet, 2056


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    The civvies in the enclosure looked ready to go, or as ready to go as a dozen under-fed, slightly traumatized civilians could be under the circumstances. Shaun had one of the guns hanging by his hip, and I noticed the other was in the arms of a young woman who looked tense enough I figured shed jump and shoot at the first thing she saw.


    I didnt ask about the two Sewer Dragons that had been left in one of the enclosures. I suspected theyd been used to bleed off some unhealthy emotions.


    I stepped back from the enclosure, flicked off my invisibility, then walked back in, making sure to rattle the gates a bit. Didnt need to freak anyone out. Hey, I said as I walked in. I had a lot of eyes on me. Somehow, knowing they saw me as some sort of saviour made the tension of so many people looking at me worse.


    Cat, Shaun said. I think were ready to move.


    I scanned the group. A few looked rough. Some of them, I imagined, were going through withdrawal or hadn''t taken the meds they needed, but they were all on their feet.


    Was it better to heal them up now, or move out and take care of them outside?


    Were going to move now. Well be using the buddy system. Find someone, and stay next to them. If anyones injured, well pair them with somebody in better shape, I said. I couldnt sound uncertain. If convincing these people to move was anything like herding my kittens, then hesitation would mean trouble for me.


    We can do that, Shaun said. He moved back, tapping shoulders and telling people to partner up. It was nice having someone who could help while I just did my best to look cool.


    How are things coming along? Gomorrah asked.


    Fine on my end, I said. Well be out in a minute or two. A lot of normal folk, and some of them haven''t enjoyed the Sewer Dragons five-star treatment.


    Understood, Gomorrah said.


    Once everyone was partnered up, I nodded and then gestured to the exit. Theres another samurai out there. The girl with the big flamethrower. Shes on our side. Anyone else you see isnt.


    I spun around and led them out. I kept myself visible too. Theyd need someone to see, someone to reassure them they were safe.


    It was often like that with the kittens too. If one of them got hurt, it helped to see someone nearby who could keep them safe.


    We moved into the corridor and I noticed the folk behind me slowing down. Were they afraid of leaving the enclosure room?


    Gomorrah stood nearby, a leg shaking with obvious impatience. I checked out the room you cleared. Its safe.


    Cool, I said. Want to take the front, or the rear?


    Well, what do you want to do? I asked.


    We could contact local law enforcement, Gomorrah said.


    The cops? What in the world would they do to help? Shoot the minorities and the poor? I dont know if you noticed, but none of these people are upper-class white men.


    Gomorrah sighed. Youre not used to dealing with the police from the position youre in. Youll find that theyre very polite and helpful to anyone whos a samurai. Theyll help. EMTs as well. They can write off the losses easily enough.


    I didnt like it, but... Gomorrah hadn''t steered me wrong yet. Alright, but you call them. Im liable to toss in a few slurs too many. Dont need the cops that show up to be angry because I kept calling them pigs or something.


    Sure,Gomorrah said.


    I glanced back. We were at the first set of stairs wed need to climb. So far everyone seemed fine. If anything, moving around might have made them feel a little better.


    I started to jog ahead. The power armour made the stairs easier to climb, and if we were going to run into any traps, I wanted to be the one to trigger them. I wasnt invincible, but I was a damn sight harder to kill than the people behind me.


    There werent any traps, just more corridors and passages, with a few doors to barge through along the way. Gomorrah didnt notice anyone following us, and neither of our AI caught any interesting chatter.


    In the span of thirty minutes, we were out of the maintenance areas and into a plainer corridor, one with beige walls and fluorescent lights. An old lady with a few bags, likely heading home, stared at us as we moved past to the double doors at the end.


    Outside.


    I stepped onto the sidewalk, then took a few steps forward so I was under the warm glow of the morning sun. Cars zipped overhead, and a few self-driving trucks rumbled by on the road.


    Oh, this is nice, I said.


    Lady, you fuckin reek, a hobo said from his spot on the ground.


    Get fucked, I replied with all due respect.


    There were giggles and a few hearty laughs as the folk behind me poured out onto the street, then Gomorrah followed them and nodded to me. EMTs should be here within five, police two or three minutes after them.


    Should we wait? I asked.


    She shrugged. If you want. I think it would be wise.


    Cool. I pointed to a fire hydrant. Im going to pop that open, then stand in the water.


    I... might join you, Gomorrah said.


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