See my smile
Life...Life never Changes.
- Location
- The Commonwealth
I think I have a sheet somewhere for this system, there still room?
Sure.
Name: MuteGlobal Security Services Peacemaker & Wraith Hunter #1520-8-636, 'Mute'
The previous day...
They say AIs don't get pissed, that we're all about 'cold logic' without 'useless emotions'. Well, that's a load of shit. For one, that's mostly only those that work with/were captured by/were built by the Illuminate, and even then most of the time it's all just an act to fit in with those Wraith cultists. But I digress. I was having an internal monologue about why I'm pissed. You'd be too if your latest cred-stick payment was short by nearly 50% and missing the danger pay. The Paymaster was universally regarded as an asshole, who got his job thanks to being the District Commissioner's nephew, but I've put up with worse. In most circumstances, I would've been able to walk away without incident, but this was the 2nd time in a row he was shorting me and that last Wraith incursion killed half my squad. I earned that danger pay. So of course I knock his lights out. And now I'm suspended without pay for 6 months, some nonsense about permanent brain damage and a cracked skull. He wasn't using the former anyway and I refuse to believe the latter could be cracked by anything barring divine intervention.
So there I was in the Salty Spatula, a surprisingly classy joint where independent 'contractors' sell their services. Obviously it's illegal. But GSS isn't going to do shit. Our rank and file are useless rent-a-cops with barely any training, a gun they're not qualified to use and bright garish armor that makes that perfect targets for snipers. If the Rapid-Response Teams or us Peacemaker 'bots aren't present, GSS contracts these independents to do what our 'trained' security teams can't, which is anything that requires them to actually fire their guns. But anyway, back to the Spatula. I couldn't sample any product, because my pay was short. To make the day even worse, it was karaoke night. That was when 'Rat' came to save the day. The cleverly named Rat-Morph said he could hook me up with a paying job. Nothing too dangerous, just hang around looking tough in my chassis, keep quiet and some fully charged cred-sticks would be sent my way...
Present day...
What a load of shit. Nothing too dangerous my ass. Just because my in-built dampening field makes Wraiths easier to disperse doesn't mean they're particularly easy targets to take down. I should've known better. Rat just might be one of the best assassins out there, but he has a horrendous track record in handing out missions. Not out of malice, mind you, he's just that bad at picking them.
Thankfully, this slapdash operation has some decent contractors. Making sure my dampening field is at full power, I acknowledge Seer's words and take my position in formation, bringing up the rear and making sure we don't get hit by any surprise attack.
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