Chapter Forty – Trash Panda Crush

Chapter Forty – Trash Panda Crush

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When Rac said ‘I’ll show you his camp’ I kind of expected to follow her there, but we didn’t even leave the parking garage before she turned to me and rather sheepishly asked if I could give her a ride there.

To be fair, she didn’t have her own hovercar, and I suspected she was getting to Gros Baton’s ‘camp’ by means of public transportation.

We could do better than that.

Rac and Nya got into the Bastion, but not before Rac went and grabbed a gun. That big one that looked like an LMG. The same thing she’d been carrying to do merc-work, which had me a little nervous.

“So, where exactly are we headed to?” I asked. “Just any parking garage?”

Rac shook her head while taking a moment to glance through the interior of the Bastion. I think it was her first time inside the ship, actually. “No. Most of the floors aren’t cleared. Baton started near the top. There’s a bridge from floor sixty-five over to the next building over. That one was never involved in the incursion, so it’s safe. That’s how I get in. The floors above that are all cleared out.”

“How many?” I asked.

“Total? I think there’s seventy-five floors above the plate. I don’t know how many underneath.”

“Crap,” I said. “And how deep has Gros Baton and Hedgehog cleared?”

Rac shrugged. “I think down to the fifties or so? They’re doing a few floors a day. Leaving turrets and drones to keep an eye on things.”

“Great,” I said. So only fifty-ish floors of a mega building that needed clearing, right smack in the middle of the city. Or like, adjacent to the middle of the city, kinda. Just a few blocks over, in any case.

We took off in the Bastion, and it was only a couple of minutes before I was circling Mega Building 501. It was one of those nouveau-Brutalist style buildings. That meant that it was basically just a giant black brick, sticking out amongst the other megabuildings in the area.

There was plenty of room to fly around it though, so I did a couple of times, once near the top, to find the entrance to one of the upper-floor parking areas for hover vehicles, then again lower down while scanning the building for trouble.

I was kind of expecting… I don’t know, giant roots or vines or something to be sticking out of it, but there wasn’t anything like that. The building had no windows, though there were some slits for ventilation, a lot of them marked by long streaks of grime that stuck to the side of the building below them.

It looked… about as maintained as any other mega building around.

“Alright,” I said as I moved us back up. We came to a slow stop before the entrance to a parking garage that had a 65 stenciled on it. No guess as to which floor it was on.

There should have been sensors that noticed the Bastion approaching to open the gates, but nothing happened as I came closer. Frowning, I tried to ping the doors through my augs, and only got gibberish as a reply.

“Nya’s got it,” Nya said from behind me. She leaned forwards a bit, one hand grabbing onto a handhold near the cockpit’s ceiling. A moment later the door clunked, then started to slide open.

“Thanks,” I said. “What was up with that?”

“Someone’s AI got creative with the door,” Nya said. “To lock it up tight-tight, nya! But Nya’s used to getting in places she’s not supposed to, and has all the hacker tools!”

I nodded, then started to push in. The garage had cars in it, but also a thick layer of dust that covered just about everything and which washed out as the Bastion moved in. The lighting inside was off, except for some red emergency exit lights and shelter direction illumination by the exits. Not a good sign.

I brought the ship down, set it on stand-by mode, then got up.

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Nya slipped out of the room first, but Rac lingered for a moment. “Is she really a samurai?” Rac asked in a low whisper.

“Nya heard that!” Nya shouted back. “With her cool samurai cat ears!”

“She is,” I confirmed. “Didn’t the old cat lady act give it away?”

“I guess,” Rac said. “I… will you grow out of the cat thing?”