Chapter Twenty-Eight - The Opposite of Reassuring

“Damn G-girl,” I said. “Way to be polite and non-threatening there. Very diplomatic of you.”

Vanguard are not chosen for their diplomatic abilities.

I let out a rather inappropriate giggle at that.

A message was just sent out. Unsecured transmission. It’s addressed to you and Gomorrah.

“Huh,” I said. “Can I hear it?” I asked.

It’s text. Displaying it now.

Gomorrah sighed. “How polite. So do we just burn them all or are we going to try something else?”

I considered it for a moment before replying. “I’m going to set a bomb up here by the door. Myalis, are they watching us?”

Negative.

“Right. So, bomb by the door here. Then... I think I might come in through a window after all. If we can knock them out peacefully... ish, then we can ask them some questions later. While they’re tied to a chair or something. Got that Gomorrah?”

I could feel her hesitating for a moment. “It might work. I don’t like the idea of you hanging off the side of this building while they know we’re assaulting them.”

“Ah, don’t worry,” I said. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

“That’s the opposite of reassuring.”

Snorting, I knelt down next to the door and flicked off the coms between myself and Gomorrah. “I’ll need a grenade. Motion sensor activated. Maybe... more knock-out gas? Something that’ll keep people rooted here. Oh, those sticky bombs would do.”

Certainly.

Two purchases later, and down to eight-thousand three-fifty, I was setting up a surprise for anyone that came upstairs.

“Alright,” I said as I got back up. Bringing up the building plans helped pinpoint where the windows on the floor below were located. The nearest one that matched above was in the conference room. “Time to swing on down and say hello to everyone downstairs.”

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