AGH. What the drek is up with that stupid cat? It’s gonna come over to me and get treats and a scritch and then try to steal my junk and take off? What cats even do that? And how did it even carry my whole backpack? It’s a cat!
Yeah. Just a normal-ass cat. That’s likely. Neo Aussie is weird. I’ve been here a solid week now, and it’s like there’s almost no one here but runners. I mean, I know that’s kinda supposed to be it’s whole deal, sanctuary for the free man or something like that. Whatever, means the people here have a lot of Nuyen and a willingness to risk it and that suits me fine.
Speaking of, I chased the little ratbag into an arena, somehow bypassing every traffic light and guard on the way in. Cat must’ve been manipulating probability or something on the way in, cause there ain’t no way that we got so lucky.
Trolls stink, by the by. Especially when they’re pounding each other’s tusks off in a boxing ring.
Furball finally stopped, dropped my stuff. Found it’s master, or maybe the cat’s the troll’s master. I don’t know for their relationship. EIther way, it sat it’s ass down, it’s buddy went up to get punchy, and I kept my bag close.
Of course, the second I get a little comfy, the cat leaps at my face. Which was good, cause I didn’t want it on my face, and when I backed away, a bullet zipped by my skull.
Then shit went sideways.
Assholes started breaking through the windows, roping down into the crowd and geeking people indiscriminately. Ducked my ass down, put up my hood, and tried to keep close to the cat as I booked it for the exit. I got no place in a firefight, and I know it. Slug bounced off my shoulder and nearly knocked the joint loose.
Kept squatting my way towards the door, as shots got slung back and forth from the crowd in front of me and the insertion team fogged up behind me. Checked their colours and spotted one of those pricks about to gank the cat’s owner from behind. Shut his brain down and continued on my way.
Or at least I WOULD have if one of those twats hadn’t popped a slug straight through my jacket and my stomach.
I don’t remember dropping to my knees, but I do remember looking down at a furry paw on my leg, attached to the glow of a mind-writer like me. Explains a few things now I think about it.
Everything went hazy, and the next thing I knew I was on the ground, with some stranger slapping a trauma patch on my gut.
Had a moment to rest and gather my senses, as things calmed down all abouts. Was gonna read the head of the drekhead I slept, but someone yanked his blood out through his arm socket. Prolly for the best though, as the Sec team started pushing everyone out and down into the underparts. Second wave coming in from the roof. Took a peek and passed some numbers off to the Seccies. Some of those number were more potent than I, and I’m not well used in a gunfight, so I opted for egress.
Me and the rest were led down into a triage area. Tried to find myself a corner out of the way, but spotted something angry and sharp charging at me outside’a the physical. Tried to tell it to calm down and buzz, but it wasn’t listening.
Great, yeah. Let’s run some more.