Chapter Fifty-Eight – Final Hours

Chapter Fifty-Eight – Final Hours

“For long-ranged travel, the aircraft is still the best option, but as time progresses and hovercraft become more common, we are seeing a harsh decrease in commercial flights, especially more localised ones.

Which is why we want to push for more luxury-based aeroplane accommodations. Let’s jack up the price and make airline travel something for the rich and influential and those who wish they were both.”

–Beta Airlines internal memo, 2031

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Gomorrah volunteered the Fury to deliver her explosive payload, and I was totally okay with the idea that we’d be dropping stuff onto the aliens from the relative safety of the air.

But that would only cover a little bit, and I didn’t want Gomorrah to be alone up there.

“Alright,” I said while we were all still in the planning… shed. “Gomorrah, you get the Fury up in the air. I’ll see if the militia has any hover cars. I can probably give them something to drop bombs with, and we can load them up with enough munitions to cover everything. I know you can just go up and keep dropping things, but I’m worried that you’ll just be one vehicle alone in the air.”

Gomorrah shrugged. “It’s a fair worry. I’ll be closer to the water, and there might be larger antithesis that can fly in the lake. They might come out if they see the Fury dropping bombs along the shore.”

“Right, exactly,” I said. “I wish we had more AA guns down here too.”

“Franny will be here in twenty minutes with another load of turrets from your place,” Gomorrah said.

“Really? That’s not bad,” I said.

“She brought some in last night as well. I got the militia to install them across the city. They’re not exactly strong, you know?”

“Yeah, but they can take out the weaker aliens without too much of a fuss, and they don’t need a person controlling them to work,” I argued.

More turrets would be nice, in any case. We could get them up on all of the buildings on this side of downtown. I wasn’t sure if their range was enough to really help during bombing runs or anything, but they’d certainly help if a flying car returned with some aliens on its ass. “I’ll chat with Intel-chan, get things organised. Sprout, do you need to be there to spread your, uh, seeds?”

“That’d be ideal,” he said. “But I think anyone could manage if you train them just a little.”

“Cool. Do you want to go out with Arm-a-Geddon here? Both of you working together should be able to stay alive.”

I noted that he still had that gun I’d given him a bit ago. Arm-a-Geddon had upgraded himself a bit. New arms, again, this time with what looked like several guns built into his forearms that I imagined could spring out of them.

Not my kind of thing, but whatever. I bet it made him a bit tankier, and we might need that.

“We’ll arrange a few squads, then. Maybe mix the militia folk with some of the kittens. They should be easier to get volunteers from to learn some, uh, advanced front-line gardening,” I said.

Sprout nodded, and since he seemed pretty happy with that, I nodded myself. “Good. Gomorrah, can you help with the bombs and such? I’ll get in touch with Intel-chan right now. Oh, and can you direct Franny once she arrives?”

“When did you want to put our plan into motion?” Gomorrah asked. “Because it sounds like you have a lot of prep-work to do.”

I considered it for a moment, then looked at the time. “Call it… two PM, on the dot. That gives us just a bit over an hour to get everything ready.”

“I can work with that,” Gomorrah said. Sprout looked a bit nervous, but he had an hour to get over those nerves.

In the meantime, I stepped out and headed towards the wall. Just because I had a lot of calls to make didn’t mean that I couldn’t help on the wall a little.

I made two calls at the same time. One to Intel-chan, who’d get me in touch with all of the militia, and another to Jennifer. Neither call had time to ring once before they picked up.

“Ohio, Neko-sama.”

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“Hello, sexy.”