Chapter Eighty - No Country For Old Cats

Chapter Eighty - No Country For Old Cats

"Die young. It''s not worth it, being old."

--Slogan of the Young Bloods, PMC group, 2051

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"Myalis, is that thing dead?" I asked.

Death confirmed. Points deposited.

"How many?" I asked even as I allowed myself to slump back. There was some crap on my seat that dug into my back. Oh, and I could see the sunlight through the walls of my mech, which meant that shit had been way closer than I liked.

You received two thousand points for the elimination of that Model Thirty-Three.

That was it? Then again, a chunk of that was split with Invincible. Maybe even ToeJam, if he''d damaged it and survived. Which meant that big fucker was worth a heap of points.

Probably less than what it would cost to fix my mech.

There was a shushing followed by a pop over the comms. "Samurai Stray Cat?" someone asked. Young, male, still kind of gruff sounding.

"Who''s this?" I asked. I hadn''t switched channels. Unless something got knocked around?

"This is Two. One is injured and I''m taking command in his stead. Can you confirm that you''re well?" Two asked.

Very imaginative names, this bunch. "I''m alive," I said. "And not injured. My mech''s another story. The alien''s dead, but feel free to empty a few more rounds in the fucker if it so much as twitches."

"Understood. Samurai Invincible and our team is coming around to assist you."

I grunted, then reached over and grabbed one of the screens that showed my drone''s visuals. From above, it looked like... well, like I''d tumbled down the side of a short cliff with a fuck-large spider-velociraptor and crashed through the roof of a store.

I shifted until I was sitting back down, then I reached over and tapped into my mech''s diagnostics.

There was more red than I''d ever seen before. But... well, the mech was made tough. I knew, I''d opened it up a few times and fiddled around with its insides. I had a passingly decent idea of exactly how much of a pain in the ass fixing all the errors being thrown up would be.

I got my feet into place and grabbed the yoke, then I started to extricate myself from out of the alien''s body.

It was larger than my mech, kinda. The thing had a relatively small central body, but it had legs that went on for days. I had to chop off a leg with my mech''s claws to get it to let go, then all I had to figure out was how to climb out of the wreckage.

We''d fallen right through the roof of... was this a snow-mobile dealership? There were a few crunched up next to some ATVs. The lights in half the shop were down. There was almost enough room for my mech to stand there.

"Shit happens," Invincible said. He reached down to a plate on his chest and tapped it open, revealing a small compartment. He pulled out a small cardboard pack, bit something out of it, then tucked it away and reached for one of those old-timey hotel-style match boxes. He lit up, then grabbed his fresh cigar and gestured to my mech with it. "You gonna scrap that?"

"Nah, I''ll keep it to fix," I said. "Sec, I''d love to chat but... any of you know if ToeJam is alright? And the troopers up there? Shit happened in a blur and I didn''t see if anyone was too badly hurt."

One of the soldiers, whose voice I recognized as Two, spoke up. "Three minor casualties. One fatality," he said.

"Well, fuck," I said.

That was a lot of dead to one rampaging alien.

Actually... that one alien had fucked up three samurai, played with Invincible here like he was a chew toy, and took just about everything I had to put down.

I shuddered. It was hitting me, suddenly, how close I''d come to adding another notch to the number of samurai it killed.

"Myalis, can I have something real incendiary?" I asked.

A few moments later, the corpse was burning up. So was the back of that shop, but I figured they probably had fire insurance, and I handed out a couple of anti-fire nades to the troopers, in case shit got out of hand.

It might have been a slight waste of points, but I wanted to make sure there wasn''t anything left of that piece of crap.

One of the quadcopters came down further in, then shot off in a hurry in the general direction of New Montreal. "ToeJam has been evacuated," Two said. "There''s a second team coming in to gather our KIA and secure the area. The Family wishes to offer its gratitude for your assistance."

"Yeah, no prob," I said.

"That''s what family''s for," Invincible said with a dark chuckle. He puffed out a little more smoke, then dropped the cigar and stomped it flat. "Nice meeting you, Stray Cat. I''m gonna get back to a safe space, have my bones checked, then head out again."

"Alright," I said. "Nice to meet you too. Uh, see you around."

He nodded seriously. "It''s a small world."

Weird guy. I glanced at my mech, then the area. It was... safeish. So sticking around wasn''t helping anything. And heading back out... well, that wasn''t gonna happen with my main weapons platform in this kind of state.

"Fuck me, I''m gonna have to spend points again, aren''t I?"

Hurrah.

I rolled my eyes at Myalis'' sarcastic cheer, but I had the impression she wasn''t displeased about it.

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