Chapter Thirty-Four - Knife Edge


    Chapter Thirty-Four - Knife Edge


    The profit balance is a knifes edge where you need to be able to deliver a product of a certain quality while paying the smallest amount possible. That means avoiding normal contractors and instead finding people who actually care enough about your product that theyll work harder, longer, and better for less.


    Once youve found these people, you need to exploit them for all theyre worth.


    -The Employers Guide to Employees, sixth edition, 2050


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    The hole in the basement was hard to miss. The wall was all cinderblock, and the aliens had punched through it, sending chunks of the cement blocks scattering across the floor, as well as ripping up a few of the novelty motivational posters stuck to the wall.


    Hang in there. I read from a poster next to the alien-filled pit. Yeah, alright.


    The nice thing about having all the aliens coming through a single hole small enough that I would have to bend over double to fit through was that even my shit aim was good enough to wipe them out in droves.


    My Laser Pointer clicked empty, and I stepped to the side, then gestured into the hole. Hey, shoot anything that moves in there, would you? I asked Sprout. Im gonna figure out how to plug this thing in the meantime.


    Ah, sure, he said. Dropping to one knee, he aimed into the hole, then fired. He wasnt going all-out like I did, but instead taking careful, aimed shots.


    Well, whatever. Hey, Myalis, weve got options here?


    We do! Also, did you want to split the points that Vanguard Sprout is earning right now? He is using your equipment.


    Huh? Nah, let him take all the points hes earning. Hell need them. The 55-55 split was nice and all, but 100 was bigger than 55 last I checked, and Sprout was behind in points-earned. I was fine with losing out on some change if it meant getting him up to speed a little. Now, the hole?


    Same as last time? Resonators and a foam plug for the exit?


    Yeah, I guess. The antithesis coming out of here were chewed up by our nanomachines, so it wasnt all bad to block the hole and let them wait. Call it a permanent temporary solution, then, I said.


    Gomorrah was probably going to burn the entire building down anyway, so it wasnt that big a deal. The only concern was having model sevens spawning within the city and spreading outwards.


    But as insidious and nasty as a zombie threat was, the threat of being flooded over was bigger and more worrisome still. Or maybe I was just biassed.


    I waited until Sprout clicked empty, then I flung in some grenades, tossing them as deep into the hole as I could. Most were resonators, but I made sure to include a single, more traditional concussive grenade in the lot.


    Sprout squawked as a wash of dust and hot air blasted out of the hole, and I laughed as I dropped a last resonator right next to the entrance then set off a foam bomb that immediately started to expand. Come on. Myalis can reload your gun automatically for you. As long as youre spending round killing shit for us I dont mind footing that bill.


    Uh, thanks? he said.


    I patted him on the shoulder, then gestured to the stairs. Lets get going. There will be other disasters to figure out by now, I bet.


    And all of that didnt matter because the people they were defending werent moving. One sec, Im getting Baker on the line, I growled.


    The call rang five times, each note pushing my mood lower and lower until I was pacing anxiously across the front of the office. Some of the militia whod stayed behind were eyeing me strangely.


    Hello? Miss Baker said.


    Why the fuck havent people evacuated from River Heights yet? I asked.


    Weve planned the evacuation for tomorrow morning, when itll be most conve--


    Im going to bomb the entire area in an hour. If your rich fucks dont want to eat high explosive shells for dinner then tell them to get their pampered asses the fuck out of there post-haste because Ive got no fucks to give but plenty of munitions to make up for it.


    Then I cut her off.


    Sugoi, Intel-chan said. Scary.


    Think theyll actually start moving their asses? I asked.


    Le mao, Intel-chan said. No way. Theyll call your bluff for sure. You might be a bad bitch, neco-mmander, but everyone knows you wouldnt actually blow up civilians for fun.


    I grit my teeth. Fuck. At what point could I wash my hands and just let people die from their own stupidity? Where was the cutoff between having done enough and not doing enough?


    I needed a manual on how to handle this shit. Not that Id actually read it. Myalis, give me your best estimates of whats going to go down in the next hour.


    From the looks of it, Manic might be correct. The expected flood of antithesis never occurred. So a lot of the biomass within the hive is still within the hive. And while the nanomachines will continue to rip them apart, there are ways that they might be able to counteract some of that pressure. Notably by sending out injured units to die while holding back fresher ones.


    Okay, I said. Smart, I guess.


    Unusually so, yes. You can either expect this back and forth to continue for some time as the hive purges itself of nanomachines, or the hive might correctly identify the local human area as the source of the threat and destroy it.


    Ah, I said. So were fucked.


    Im sure youll manage! I have faith that youll muddle through somehow, and that the muddling will be immensely entertaining for me.


    Youre awful, I said. But she wasnt wrong. I didnt have time to give in to any sort of anxiety, not when I could be doing something. Come on, lets get back to the front lines. I want to be there when the shit hits the fan.


    Lets go, then.


    And with that, I jumped back behind that shitty pickup that I guess had become my unofficial ride through this shitty city.


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