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credits.”
I gave him a rude gesture. Voodoo lifted the top off of my armor so I could climb out. “Just for that, you can take this armor down to the shop to get repaired. And after that... see you guys tomorrow. I’ve got plans tonight.”
“You have plans every night,” Spicy replied.
“And I’d like to keep it that way.” Without even looking at him, I replied to Voodoo’s unspoken advice. “Yes Voodoo, I’ll make sure she takes it easy on me. No, we haven’t had a sleep over yet. Thanks for asking. By the Light, you dregs are be predictable. And no snickering, laughing, or giggling while I’m around. I don’t care about your stupid jokes.” They kept grinning at me. “I’m so glad I can be a source of amusement for you. Get out of my sight, you’re dismissed. Whatever, I’m out of here.”
Spicy lugged the heavy pieces of my ruined armor away, and Squatter and Voodoo hooked up with Haywire on their way out, leaving me alone for a few moments. I took a long breath and steadied myself. Then I left to meet my date.
7
June 8, 2289. The Forge, Block 7
I rushed from one side of my apartment to the other trying to tidy up. In between that I kept checking on the food that was on the oven so that nothing burned. I was a little exasperated. At least I could count on my battlefield experience to help keep me calm. As bad as this may sound, it took me two days to clean my apartment up so that it was fit for company. Well, female company at least. Of course, if I had been living with Haywire and his brothers, the same job would have taken a month or two. I hadn’t been this nervous since right before the first time I kissed Rachel.
I was in the kitchen when the door chimed. I rushed over and answered it. The door rose up with a whoosh, revealing a most cherished and gorgeous woman clad in a close fitting, though modest outfit. Rachel laughed when she saw me. In my hurry I had forgotten to put down a saucepan or take off an oven mitt.
“Do you need me to do a few laps down the hall? Give you a few more minutes to get ready?” She asked me.
I rolled my eyes and waived her in with the oven mitt. “It’s all good. I just got a late start is all. Have a seat. Um… I guess we’ll eat on the coffee table.” I walked into the kitchen, and started dishing up the spicy curry and naan bread. “So how was work today?” I asked her through the gap in the wall that separated the spaces.
“Not too bad. You know how I got transferred to Chief Ruiz’s bay? They have me working on repairs for Demonsblood squad. They got ambushed while tracking down some Corporation spies in Zimbabwe. Their armor has some very complex transformation systems.”
“Isn’t Zimbabwe in the middle of Zulu territory? And why do they call themselves Demonsblood, anyway? Sounds kind of… not good.”
“Very eloquent, Rhys,” She said sarcastically. “I don’t really know the answer to either of those questions. I guess the Zulus asked for help? Maybe? And I don’t know why they called themselves that originally, but their armor transforms them from reasonably normal looking Castigars to dark and glowing Demonic figures. Lots of reds and blacks and glowy bits and sharp edges. I’m sure it scares the hell out of whomever they fight.”
I handed her a bowl of rice and curry. “Makes you wonder…”
“Wonder what?”
“Whether the Sentinel asked me to join the Specials to present a clean cut image for them.”
“That’s completely out of left field. How would you get that from talking about transformation systems?”
“Oh, that’s because I’m easily distracted. And I’ve been thinking about it for a little while now. The first squad is full of the borderline criminally insane, the Fallen are just… off… and no one has ever seen them outside of their armor, the Shadowstealers are made for stealth, and the rest of the squads all have something in their history that makes them unsuitable to be poster boys.
I gave him a rude gesture. Voodoo lifted the top off of my armor so I could climb out. “Just for that, you can take this armor down to the shop to get repaired. And after that... see you guys tomorrow. I’ve got plans tonight.”
“You have plans every night,” Spicy replied.
“And I’d like to keep it that way.” Without even looking at him, I replied to Voodoo’s unspoken advice. “Yes Voodoo, I’ll make sure she takes it easy on me. No, we haven’t had a sleep over yet. Thanks for asking. By the Light, you dregs are be predictable. And no snickering, laughing, or giggling while I’m around. I don’t care about your stupid jokes.” They kept grinning at me. “I’m so glad I can be a source of amusement for you. Get out of my sight, you’re dismissed. Whatever, I’m out of here.”
Spicy lugged the heavy pieces of my ruined armor away, and Squatter and Voodoo hooked up with Haywire on their way out, leaving me alone for a few moments. I took a long breath and steadied myself. Then I left to meet my date.
7
June 8, 2289. The Forge, Block 7
I rushed from one side of my apartment to the other trying to tidy up. In between that I kept checking on the food that was on the oven so that nothing burned. I was a little exasperated. At least I could count on my battlefield experience to help keep me calm. As bad as this may sound, it took me two days to clean my apartment up so that it was fit for company. Well, female company at least. Of course, if I had been living with Haywire and his brothers, the same job would have taken a month or two. I hadn’t been this nervous since right before the first time I kissed Rachel.
I was in the kitchen when the door chimed. I rushed over and answered it. The door rose up with a whoosh, revealing a most cherished and gorgeous woman clad in a close fitting, though modest outfit. Rachel laughed when she saw me. In my hurry I had forgotten to put down a saucepan or take off an oven mitt.
“Do you need me to do a few laps down the hall? Give you a few more minutes to get ready?” She asked me.
I rolled my eyes and waived her in with the oven mitt. “It’s all good. I just got a late start is all. Have a seat. Um… I guess we’ll eat on the coffee table.” I walked into the kitchen, and started dishing up the spicy curry and naan bread. “So how was work today?” I asked her through the gap in the wall that separated the spaces.
“Not too bad. You know how I got transferred to Chief Ruiz’s bay? They have me working on repairs for Demonsblood squad. They got ambushed while tracking down some Corporation spies in Zimbabwe. Their armor has some very complex transformation systems.”
“Isn’t Zimbabwe in the middle of Zulu territory? And why do they call themselves Demonsblood, anyway? Sounds kind of… not good.”
“Very eloquent, Rhys,” She said sarcastically. “I don’t really know the answer to either of those questions. I guess the Zulus asked for help? Maybe? And I don’t know why they called themselves that originally, but their armor transforms them from reasonably normal looking Castigars to dark and glowing Demonic figures. Lots of reds and blacks and glowy bits and sharp edges. I’m sure it scares the hell out of whomever they fight.”
I handed her a bowl of rice and curry. “Makes you wonder…”
“Wonder what?”
“Whether the Sentinel asked me to join the Specials to present a clean cut image for them.”
“That’s completely out of left field. How would you get that from talking about transformation systems?”
“Oh, that’s because I’m easily distracted. And I’ve been thinking about it for a little while now. The first squad is full of the borderline criminally insane, the Fallen are just… off… and no one has ever seen them outside of their armor, the Shadowstealers are made for stealth, and the rest of the squads all have something in their history that makes them unsuitable to be poster boys.
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