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ALL CAPS by: Edward Nickelson
Adrian didn't have much time. The alarm had been sounded, not by
him, but he doubted the building's security would care about
that when they found him clutching this data module. He could
hear the stomping polythene jack boots as well as the tapping of
arachnid like legs of a KLM series guardian; the rain like
tintinnabulation belied the fact that it weighed two tons and
was probably sporting more weapons than your average third world
government could marshal.
Luckily he was still connected to the building's systems and
could tell where all the security forces were by their IFF's.
Unfortunately they knew their business and were not depending on
the system to inform them. Their search pattern had surrounded
him and the conference room where he had hard-plugged into the
system. He had only one escape route left. He had been hoping to
make a stealthy escape though. Sure you don't keep your
reputation as the world's greatest adventurer/hacker by going
unnoticed, but he considered it a breach of the spy work ethic
to make the sort of escape he was about to make.
As building security poured into the room from the sides,
shouting at him to give up, taking positions behind tables and
around walls, rolling gas grenades, and audio/visual shock
grenades, and wifi static grenades. Possibly some incendiary and
shrapnel grenades if this data module had on it what Adrian
suspected it did. The KLM-48 tip-tapped its bulk through the
double doors behind the soldiers and started spinning its chain
gaussrifles up to firing speed.
Time slowed to Adrian as all this happened and with his left arm
he raised his signature weapon, an HK assault gyrojet launcher
with a double edged tanto welded into it like a bayonet with an
arm brace so both the gun or short sword can be effectively
wielded one handed. He levelled his weapon not at his attackers
but at the window behind him and dumb fired three rounds turning
the glass instantly white with micro fractures spidering out
from the three holes he made. At the same time with his right
hand he threw the neodymium data core at the window and followed
right after it in a dive worthy of an olympic swimmer.
The glass sparkled around him like the stars he had seen in old
photos. There was a roar behind him as the grenades
erupted.Shooting stars made of gauss pellets flew by overhead,
the security guards no doubt, the KLM wouldn't waste ammo like
that. He fell thirty stories in that serene scene, falling was
safe. Once the falling ended it either meant he hit something
and died, or he would be an airborne target for the archology's
AA grid to take out. Ultimately dodging AA barrages sounded
easier than dodging the earth so he activated his jetpack and
surged forward grabbing the datacore then diving into the old
city that surrounded the archology. With any luck the AA
batteries are programmed not to aim down into the impoverished
masses outside their walls.
Adrian arrived at the buyers airship around 0100. She was there
wearing a gossamer black dress that left just enough to the
imagination to let his imagination run wild, and he knew then
that she was going to betray him. Alexa Petrov, Chief of
Corporate Relations for the Rus Corp. the de facto owners of the
Russland-Ukrainian empire and most of the northeastern Eurasian
continent ever since the mobs imploded a decade ago.
"Adrian darling, I see you survived as usual." She said, Russian
accent rolling off her tongue beautifully. "When the news
reported an incident at the Musashi-Bergmann Archology I started
to worry, I forgot you liked to do things rough and messy
sometimes, but you always get the job done," and she handed him
a martini. "You did get the datacore, yes?"
"Of course, but first lets talk about the job. Someone else set
off the alarm, what are the odds of two thieves in one night?"
Adrian said, putting down his martini without drinking it.
"Very low, are you sure you're not slipping?" and she came right
up to him and straightened his flight coat before looking him in
the eye through her long lashes.
"No, my technique is as good as ever," he said, "which is why I
have to wonder. You're the only one who knew I was going
tonight. So was I just the distraction for your own team, an
expendable loss? Was this revenge for when I first met you and
stole your plans for the Hieronymus Machine? Or was it just
about the money? You have been trying to sell M-B new security
measures haven't you, maybe you had to prove to them they needed
it."
Alexa backed away from him pouting and putting on the hurt eyes
of a doe, "Actually it was you we wanted. Boys." Suddenly
Adrian was grabbed from behind, one strong pair of arms latched
onto his left arm and immobilised the weapon on it and the other
gave him a bear hug from the right.
"You and all the information you have acquired in your career.
The theft was just to bring you here. We needed you to steal
something within your specialisation of 'Information Retrieval'
but something physical so you would have to come in person. A 10
hellabyte datacore, more then even your connection speed could
transfer."
Adrian did not let her continue to the part about how they would
torture and kill him for what he knew, he had heard it all
before. Instead he curled his body in his captors' arms and
shot his right knee over his left shoulder breaking one
handler's nose followed by shooting the same leg straight down
breaking the other man's leg. He then leapt into a flying round
kick to the left mans temple crumpling him instantly, landed and
gave a stern look to the man on his right who decided to stay
down and nurse his tibia.
Then he raised the razor tip of his gyrojet gun/sword to Alexa's
throat and said, "I have eight usb crystal jacks at the base of
my skull to plug in any specialised knowledge and expertise I
need on the job but four of those jacks are always full. The
first two are a high band transmitter for large data transfer to
local systems and a low band for long distance calls. The third
is a top of the line graphic interface, the same kind rich kids
use to play Transcendent Life. Since you're mostly just a sales
person I wont bore you with why that's useful in my line of
work."
"The fourth chip though, the last one which I always keep jacked
into my skull and never ever for the life of me take out; not to
upgrade or sleep or replace with some other vitally needed
skill, is a physio-reflex skill chip and on that chip is a label
that reads, 'Bruce FUCKING Lee' and the 'fucking' is spelled
with all caps." Alexa swallowed involuntarily and Adrian's tanto
drew a single drop of blood from her porcelain throat. "Remember
that when you file your report. ALL CAPS."
"Now here is your datacore, I expect my pay to be wired to my
account by the morning. Pleasure doing business with you and
please come again," Adrian Perez, world famous
Adventurer/Hacker, said as he walked to the door. "Oh and I
programmed your ship to self destruct 60 seconds after I leave."
"Wait," Alexa said, "How did you know I would betray you? What
gave it away?"
"Just something my mother always told me."
She smirked, "And what is that?"
"Never trust a woman."
"Your mother had a sense of irony."
"I would tell you what she said about men but we're mixed
company." He grinned at her, "Now I suggest you get to an
escape pack. Until next time." Then he leapt out of the airship.
A minute later he felt the shockwave of the ship exploding
followed by the reverse shock of its vacuum bags rupturing and
filling.
Setbacks aside it had been a good evening but something she said
had him bothered. If they were after him then they had no reason
to tip off the security at the archology. There was a third
player in this game. This was going to be a long night.