Magical Girl Mercenary for Hire – Chapter Four

Magical Girl Mercenary for Hire – Chapter Four

>> 2041
>> Continent: North America
>> Country: Old New York
>> City: Mega City New New York
>> 10:22am

“Stop gawking, C4,” Titan said.

“I wasn’t gawking, boss,” C4 shot back. He adjusted his hold on the big auto-shotgun he was handling, then popped the magazine out of the bottom and went through the motions of replacing it with another from his backpack. “Just… admiring. What kinda round is that?”

The last was aimed at me. I blinked, then looked down at the casings on the floor of the elevator. “Um, I don’t know, actually. I’m assuming it’s fifty calibre, because it’s the Wand of .50cal, and it would be silly if it was anything but.”

‘The round’s approximate size is similar to .50BMG, though they aren’t exactly that. They’re custom-tooled projectiles. When they go off, a portion of the energy is redirected in both directions, pushing a complex buffer system that reduces felt recoil significantly.’ Chys spun around, almost as if they were chasing their own tails as they replied.

“Uh-huh,” C4 said. “That’s neat. I imagine that standard anti-material rounds like that would snap your wrist. No offence. Also, I’ve been meaning to ask…”

“We’re not paid to ask questions, big guy,” Mouse said.

“Yeah, I know, but we’re down here anyway,” C4 said. “So… what is that?” He pointed to Chys.

I looked over at the bundle of fur sitting on the ground next to me. “That’s Chys. My magical girl companion!”

“You mean your samurai AI?” Mouse asked. For someone who said they weren’t into asking questions…

“Yeah! Well, actually, they still live in my head, but I wanted something to grab, and a magical girl needs a cute companion.”

“Makes as much sense as anything,” C4 said. “Pleased to meetcha, Cheese.”

I snorted a laugh, then covered my mouth. That had been unladylike. “Say hi, Chys.”

‘Hello. Please treat my vanguard well. She might be somewhat bizarre but she means well.’

“Chys!” I hissed. “Don’t embarrass me.” I pouted, but Chys made up for it by summoning a small plastic wheel thing with six big bullet sticking out of the end. I grabbed it, then slotted the rounds into the back of my Wand of .50cal before snapping it shut. It was ready to uwu again.

“Alright,” Titan said. “Mouse, map?”

“We’re in section two of B4. The elevator down to B6 is in section four. Down that corridor, left, then right, then left again. One security checkpoint.”

“Turrets?’ Titan asked.

Mouse scoffed. “The client didn’t see fit to warn us about those two. Give me a second. They gave us the wiring schematics too. Those don’t run off of fairy farts, so they should be plugged in, and if I can find other spots with the same kind of wiring schematic…”

“Chys, can you help?” I asked. Mouse looked like she was deep into whatever she was looking at. The big goggles over her eyes glowed from within with flashes of light, and I imagined that she was looking through a bunch of stuff. Chys was an expert at that kind of stuff though, so it wouldn’t hurt for my AI to help! Plus it would make me a little more useful too. I was worried that I wasn’t pulling my weight yet.

‘I can. Here, Miss Mouse. These locations are those most likely to have hidden turret emplacements.’

“Huh… okay, thanks,” Mouse said. “Also, how did you get into my systems?” She tugged her goggles up and glared down at Chys.

Oops.

“Ah, leave Cheese alone, they’re helping,” C4 said.

“Mouse, are we clear?” Titan asked.

“Yeah, Boss. End of the corridor, then one turret in the next. It’s mounted on the ceiling, halfway down, a little to the left.”

“Got it.”

The squad began to move, adopting a similar formation as before: Titan in the lead, followed by Mouse, then me, with C4 at the back. The darkness in the corridor was disconcerting, but with the various helmet and gun lights, it was easier to navigate than I’d expected.

At the end of the corridor, Titan raised a fist and Mouse moved up to the very edge of the corner. She tugged out a long, stiff cord from the side of her goggles, then moved it around the corner. It wiggled, snake-like. “I see it,” she said. “C4, corner gun?”

C4 dropped his pack, then pulled out a small boxy thing. He opened it, then loaded a single bullet into a small barrel within before passing it to Mouse.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

She poked the box out around the corner, and I saw the top of it turned, then moved up. A remote controlled single-shot gun? That was neat!

The boxy gun fired.

“Let’s give it another round,” Mouse said before she retrieved the box.

Soon enough, we moved around the corner, and the turret tucked into the ceiling was smoking away, two neat holes punched into it.