Godclads

Chapter 3-2 Stay of Execution

Simple. One Guild has to finally win. Or at least decide to stop funneling arms down to fight their proxy wars.

-Chief Paladin Naeko, answering what it would take for crime in the Warrens to go down.

3-2

Stay of Execution

The drones dove in first, guided forward along threads ghosts connecting them to the three Syndicate enforcers. They were small models, barely larger than the boy. Well, around the boys size when he was still whole and not mangled pulp.

From needle-tipped scanners, the drones cast out a holographic threshold, securing the area like Paladins would a crime scene. Most of the dozen or so drones hovered out in a defensive array, circling and securing the outer edges of the premises. Two of them narrowed in on Avo, their jagged forms forwards shivering with bottled energy.

A faint pulse shone over their matter for a moment. His cog-feed had identified similarities between it and the matter his Heaven was channeling right now. Tungsten. If he said something wrong, or maybe if the enforcers decided that they just didnt like him being alive, these drones would probably punch through his head in a blink.

Jaus, one of the enforcers muttered, staring at the sheer amount of gore and viscera left over after the nights festivities. I think thats Viciouswhat the fuck.

Avo could smell the disgust rising in their throat. Interesting. Their rigs werent vacuum sealed. Told him about the quality of their kit.

Their drones scythed scanning grids over the hosts remains. She was dead. Dead as he could make her.

Her eyes tasted so sweet.

The muscle dispatched to retrieve them was your standard Syndicate muscle: probably over-auged with cheap coldtech implants before locking themselves beneath the mechanized plates of titanium they called an exo-rig. Chrome in, chrome out. Each of them had some personalization to their armor, but the models were the same: domed heads, and bulbous bodies. Looked more like diving suits back from the bygone ages.

The exterior of their armor was harshed with holo-haptic decals of black and red, lining their bulbous shells with slurs and skulls. A few even had recordings of some of their previous kills and atrocities playing across their bodies. Probably a habit they picked up from criminals that the Paladins Sin-Marked. Once you got your crime burned into a constellation for everyone to see around you, it made it impossible to hide who you were, even if you emerged sane after getting your mind used as processing power for a locus.

Three weapon systems were festooned to their rigs.

A las-cutter jutted over their shoulders on a focused beam emitter. It seemed more anti-air than anything. Something to fry a drone or cook a missiles targeting systems.

In their wrists, they had the requisite fusion burner, spinning with a spreading barrel of gleaming gold. It had become standard for most close-quarter operators after the Fourth Guild War. Good for slagging halls and burning the oxygen out of rooms. Made clearing habcells a matter of capturing O2 junctions rather than a room-to-room firefight.

Avo fought the urge to flinch at the sight of the weapon. Fusion burners, more than anything else, painted his nightmares with an eternal incandescent crackle.

The last system they had was just a Shuriken. A particle-lancer. Their models looked slightly less modified than what Slaughterman used, but close enough that Avo knew what to expect.

They came to an unsteady halt about twenty feet away. A beat of silence followed as midnights long-scheduled rainfall began gaining momentum. Basked in lights of enshrouding red spilling from the drone scanners, Avo studied his reflection in their pallid helms.

His undersuit dangled from him in tattered pieces and his skin was flecked in rivers of red. Blood. Some of it was his, from a past life. Some of it was from Little Vicious.

A drone hovered by, scanning the command module. Draus finger rose from the inside, her rude gesture matching the ascent of the holographic voidship in the ad. Tryin to enjoy my internal bleeding in peace here. Find yourself elsewhere.

With a thought from the frontmost enforcer, the drone obliged, slinking back as its jock strode forward.

Speak Standard, ghoul?

Probably better than you can. Just fine.

His lack of snarling or incoherence seemed a surprise to them. A synchronized whine of servos sounded as they all turned to stare at each other. They probably wanted him to be a feral. Just another monster festering in the streets. All they needed to do then was shoot him and move on to the others.

Less paperwork that way.

Data says youre Fourteen.

I was, Avo said.

Another pause. Another glance between the enforcers. Avo felt a dull resignation set on him. Whatever was going on with them, he wished they would just get on with it. If they were going to shoot him, he doubted that he could stop them. After all the beatings he took, he was all out of fear.

The leader turned back to look at him. The system also says you're dead.

Avo looked down at himself. His body had shed its scabs, his cheap temp-skin undersuit a shredded mess. Besides that, he was as healthy as he had ever been. He lifted his arms in a show of health.

Wasnt informed.

The leader just studied him for a moment. A smartass ghoul. Never thought Id see one of those?

Avo glared. Can do math too.

Cute, the lead enforcer chuckled darkly. Their Shuriken snapped open, the helix cupping a building mote of light. One of Avo's Phys-Sim impact lanes went red. He prepared his Ghost-Link. "I think I'm gonna enjoy--"

A flash of something flashed out from within the reflective surface of the lead enforcer's helmet. Like something between a hydra and a leash, a ghostly construct slithered into the mind of the enforcer, yelping as his comrades stumbled back, their body language tense with worry, but not incomprehension.

A deep, thunderous voice flooded the Nether, the weight of the mind bleeding out from the shifting glass like a storm. +Were these my orders? To threaten our victors with death?+ The voice was tinged with raw annoyance.

The lead enforcer quivered with confusion. Iyeah, boss! I mean, no! I mean...you said to deal with them."

+I said deal with it. Not them. See the matter done. Not the people. I wanted them to be gathered. Brought. Back.+

"Oh, ah," the enforcer, laughed nervously. "Shit, Mirrorhead--I mean, boss, I didn't meant--"

The glass surface of the enforcers dome-like helmet suddenly cracked, folding inward like bladed fractals. The enforcer howled, armored fingers gripping at their faceplate. The modulator for their voice cracked and broke, letting their true tone spill free. What used to be the booming resonance of an ironclad warrior became the anguished cries of a tortured man.

Their glass helmet fractured. Blood misted out through the cracks. A faint gurgle came from the enforcer as they slumped down, the stuff of their skull leaking in dollops from parted chasms of silver.

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The rain fell. The other two enforcers stared at their dead leader, bodies gripped in a stasis of fear.

The killing was secondary to Avo. No. What drew his interest and worry was another matter altogether. With the cracking of the glass helmet, the presence of the intrusive mind suddenly vanished. Like it never was. Ghosts fray and thoughts dissolved, but they never just vanished. There was something more at work here. Something greater.

A low ebb of nervousness solidified inside him. He flicked a look at Draus and found an unsteady frown burned into her face.

The presence returned. A flood of its essence emerged with a glare of light through another of the enforcers, ghosts sprouting free from their helmet. +Chambers. You are in charge now. Bring them to me. Deal with them. No more wasting time.+

The rightmost enforcerthe one the voice called Chamberssnapped to shivering attention. Sure thing, boss-man, anything you want

The ghosts sank back into the glass, disappearing.

And as soon as they were gone, the enforcer made the same rude gesture that Draus had made. Except he was pointing his middle finger directly at the ground. Avo cocked his head. It was as if the man was signaling his ire beyond the visual reflection of the glass.

Alright, ghoulie, Chamber said, sniffling. I suppose we best get you and the rest of the lucky winners to your reward.

Reward? Avo asked.

Yeah, Chambers said. You just won an all expenses paid luxury car ride with the boss. Lucky you.

Enforcer didnt make it sound so lucky.

***

Things accelerated substantially afterward.

The thing about enforcers was that their expertise was narrow. They did well with breaking things or killing people. Vulgar displays of force and coercion mostly.

What he presented to them was a situation that was beyond their station. Something that made someone up top get involved. Something that said someone up top didnt want them to solve by shooting, torturing, or threatening.

Someone up top wasnt what Avo wanted or needed right now. What he needed was middle management.

He hoped hed run into a Syndicate accountant or underboss of some kind. Walton liked those types for a reason. Wasnt that hard to blackmail them or appease them with new profits. Avo had come to concur with his fathers assessment in time. By now, he had done enough dives in the Nether that he practically knew where the mem-forts of all the big players were.

Seeing as he didnt recognize who these enforcers were and that they didnt possess any visible logos beyond wearing silver bowls of reflective glass over their heads, he guessed they were a sub-family to a larger Syndicate at best or small fry at worst.

Their extraction from the area was conducted post haste. One of the enforcers handled Draus with as much care as they could. Avo guessed it was the holo-tags still burning around her neck that did the trick. Scum that most Syndicate-muscle were, the folk of the Warrens still remembered what the Veterans did for them during the last days of the war.

Youll be alright, Reg, Chambers said. He snickered. Caught some of the stream; that shit you pulled in the silo

Shut the fuck up, son, Draus said, eyes closed with exhaustion as the enforcer hefted them from the cradle that was the broken golem. Im talkin to my hurt right now. Dont got time for you.

The father, they were less gentle with. When they grabbed him by the shoulder, whatever was broken in the man before snapped again. Where his thoughtstuff spooled like loose strands, now they boiled and lashed like a simmering whip.

He fought. As much as a barely six feet tall screaming flat with no augs or grafts could. Unfortunately, his opposition was an eight-foot-tall cybernetically enhanced butcher encased in multi-alloyed armor.

The father had the will, the burning desire to lay next to the pulped soup that was his boy and wait for death to take him. But they had the orders to take everyone and leave.

The resulting light jab they gave him to put him in his place probably fractured the poor fools skull.

The father got no better care from the enforcers after. They dragged him up the rubble, his head bouncing and shaking, face pulled and sliced on outcrops of glass and rebar. Strangely though, it was his tear-stained eyes and gushing nose that made him look beyond wretched.

Avo sneered. Hey, meat.

The enforcer turned to glare at him. Fuck you want, rotlick?

Not me, Avo said, biting back the urge to shove one of his mind-shivs into the enforcers cheap wards. Your boss: he going to be happy when you bring this one in cold? Those his orders? Or maybe hell do you like your friend.

Avo shrugged. The enforcer looked away from him.

Carry him proper, Avo continued. Survived the games. Should survive you too. City decided it wants him.

Maybe it was the threat of the enforcers boss stepping in. Maybe Avo was more persuasive than he remembered. Whatever it was, the enforcer slung the father over his shoulder instead of flaying him against the ground.

Thank Jaus for small mercies.

Surmounting the toppled ruins, Avo looked up and found himself beholding the underside of the Warrens. Stacks and stacks of blocks rose into the smog-gripped sky. Gunfire and thundering bass echoed from the forest of bridges connecting each megabuilding to another. So far down, he could only see the underside of platforms and the jutting extensions of the buildings. Light from the upper tier made its way down in dappled flashes.

Here then was why they called this place the Warrens: the sheer urban density had reduced the environment into a near-continent-sized sprawl connected by burrows of glass and metal, studded with towering blocks that were barely maintained. Flashing holo-ads bloomed from all angles, splashed against the underside of avenues and bridges, booming at maximum volume.

Above, a swirl of error codes was projected over the bottom of Layer One where a moon should be. Running some hundred feet above, a hexagonal series of district-wide techno-organic bone plates expanded like a city-sized umbrella, grown to separate the refuse at the depths of the Warrens from that which was still salvageable on the surface.

As they were led through a series of winding paths, they were led out to a parking lot that looked more akin to a landfill. Droplets of rain splashed down on them and stopped, the rainfall choked with every other step. The infrastructure above them was so dense that most of the spillage could barely get down. Cheap ads burned in both reality and the Nether, with the most common sight being offers of debt bonds and organ-breed sponsorships.

Distant gunfire pulled his attention. Through the air, a curving salvo of missiles tore through the thickness of traffic filling the skies to punch down into the abandoned megablock they were emerging from. A plume of dust and debris rose into the air. The block trembled. Its walls crumbled a bit more.

The enforcer carrying the father sighed. Its those Scalper fucks again, I bet. Half-strands wont stop going for us.

The new leaderthe one called Chambersgroaned in agreement. Raid! Raid! Double time!

The two hitters exploded into motion, but they still werent particularly fast seeing as they were running in a near-ton of armor. New missiles bent through the chaotic floods of aerial traffic. Drones shot up to intercept. Las-cutters flashed, the beams blinking in wide flashes. Rumbling explosions bloomed behind them. Avo found himself pushed ahead of the group as he went from follower to shepherd on these empty streets strewn with waste.

Crossing out into an exposed part of the Warrens, the rain hammered hard down on him. As they pulled the father into the deluge, Avo noticed the wounds on the mans face already closing. A group of street-juvs glared at them, bloodied knives in their hands. Their cut wrists rapidly mended.

Who needed healthcare when the Guilds seeded the midnight rains with miracles? That wasnt the right question down here. The right question was who controlled the street corners where the raindrops actually landed.

For a stretch, the rain poured so hard that Avo could hear it knocking against the bone of his skull, stinging him. Chambers did his best to expose Draus to the wet. She, in turn, opened her mouth and took in mouthfuls of water. That would resolve the internal bleeding somewhat, but she would still need a grafter for surgery. Someone to replace her augs and limbs.

Another missile landed much closer this time. Daring a look behind, Avo saw a trailing Specter following close, triangulating the shots. With a snarl, he flung his Ghost-Link out at it. It rejected his request to connect, but he left it planted with a special surprise. His shiv sank deep through the poorly maintained Specters wards, injecting its insides with an expanding memory from one of the hunters he killed back in the Crucible. It was like staking a snake made of glass, and few things were more satisfying than watching a mind come apart at the seams.

Chambers shot him a double take as they kept moving. The hells was that, ghoulie?

Avo shrugged. Enforcer didnt need to know his capabilities. Guess their Jack got nulled?

A chorus of whistling engines drew his attention back ahead. A tunnel opened impossibly through a curtain of rain in the distance. The deluge parted along four invisible slopes as an unclear shape approached. They were at the edge of the parking lot now. There were fewer hills of debris here; more space to land.

What approached them was much, much smaller than an aerobarge, but still large enough to fit one of the enforcers. Even in the rig.

The aerovec was shaped like a sleek arrowhead with four tetrahedral engines hissing microfusion propulsors. Avos Phys-Sim simulated its most likely trajectory and drew a lane curving down from the outer edge of the Layer One hexagon. Avo wondered which district he was in; which sovereignty.

Chambers handed Draus back over to Avo. Better not drop her, ghoul.

He took her into his arms. She coughed out some rainwater and glared at the enforcer. Gotta work on your cardio, consang. Could feel your heart hammerin' even through the armor.

The aerovec spun and landed in front of them. Chambers jabbed Avo in the head with his fusion burner. Listen, I dont give a shit what happens to you or the fucking flat but this one was a Reg. She deserves better than this. This is as close to begging as I get, ghoul: do not fuck with Mirrorhead. He will make you wish I killed you. You synced with me, consang? You saw what he did to Yulens back there?"

Yeah, Avo said. Synced.

Chambers gave him a nod. Get on then. And dont fucking lie to him. Hell know.

A blast of cooled air washed over Avo as he felt Draus shiver in his arms. The aerovec had opened its rearmost doors to him. An inviting ambiance greeted him with soft cellos playing and musky aromas nibbling at his nose. He sneezed. The light was a dim purple trailing off into what should have been darkness.

But Avo saw just fine without light and beheld an immaculately dressed individual in a monochrome suit. His face was featureless, reflective. The same could be said about his hands. This chapter is updat𝓮d by nov(e)(l)biin.com

There, against a large curving sofa with wyvern scales running down the armrests, sat Mirrorhead.

And immediately, Avo realized he wasnt even dealing with some random Syndicate boss. No. This was someone with a name worth knowing. Someone that screamed danger.

Right then, Avo wanted to do anything other than get into the aerovec.

Few people got what they wanted in this city.