“Just driving until the engine stops?” Kyriac had let the
silence last for about five seconds; Deliah noted that he would be effectively
useless for any kind of recon work because of this.
“If you don’t like the destination you can get out any time
you want.” Kyriac didn’t take her up on
the offer. The wasteland outside his
window looked no more inviting then the warzone they were leaving, he was
honestly confused what the hell anyone was fighting for on New Lork.
“Money.” Deliah’s word kind of startled Kyriac.
“You can read minds?”
“No I can read expressions, you had that listless ‘why is
anyone fighting in this shithole’ look on your face. The answer is money, Drydek funded this
colony, and they’ll be damned if some upstarts get to claim it for their own,
even if it means destroying the entire damn thing in spite, which they’ve
basically done.”
“And you got involved here out of the kindness of your
heart?”
“Oh ha ha, look I’ll be the first to admit it’s all about
the money myself, well it was until I got screwed over, now seeing Riobeck’s
stupid looking grin before I chop his knees off keeps me going, well that or
getting off this hole alive.” Kyriac was about to ask another question about
how Deliah became a mercenary in the first place when a loud noise thundered
overhead. It sounded like strike
fighters to Kyriac, which was strange, Drydek had informed R.I.G. authority
they couldn’t provide air support due to the nature of the urban environment.
“Strike fighters?” Kyriac stuck his head out the window and
could only barely make out a profile before the fighters were beyond them and
moving fast towards the city.
“That doesn’t make a damn lick of sense, Drydek stopped using
air support after they knocked everything down worth blowing up, well that and
they are cheap sons of bitches, providing air support was hurting the
operations profit margin.” Deliah stopped the truck, Kyriac saw her punch some
commands on her data assistant and slide the mask over her face.
“Aren’t you worried they’ll find you?” Deliah didn’t
respond, from her head movements Kyriac assumed things had just gotten a lot
worse.
“Well I would be worried if those were Drydek fighters, but
they aren’t, looks like we got a new player at war here.”
“Good or bad?”
“Well they nuked the Drydek ship and look to be running
bombing attacks on the corporate forces here, which could be good in a sense
because it means there will be more chaos and more of an attempt to get off
this planet.”
“Well that’s good.”
“And then there’s the bad news, you were working with the
Drydek corporation as was I, it’s not like we can simply stick our hands in the
air and go ‘woops our bad’.”
“Yeah that sounds not so good.”
“On top of that it’s Morlatech, you know that whole ‘Live
forever, live morlatech’? Which means most likely conscripted cyborg psychos,
even less of a chance for us to stick our hands up.” Deliah sighed audibly and
punched the dash of the truck. She did a u-turn on the dirt road and started
heading back to the city.
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