[Translator â Peptobismol]
Chapter 8: If itâs Inevitable (3)
Inside a dark room, a holographic projection of a glamorous-looking woman laughed.
[Hahaha! How long has it been since you moved, and now youâre moving again? Are your credits rotting away?]
âItâs not like I completely moved! â¦I just bought another one.â
Weary from the banter, Catherine leaned her head back.
A ceiling of clean, or rather, plain design naturally came into view.
ââ¦Itâs really narrow.â
Given the nature of being a mercenary, Catherine had to travel around a lot.
Because of that, she had multiple bases in different areas.
From junkyards to Neon City, she had gone through many homes.
But no matter what, this house felt a bit too cramped.
ââ¦Whatâs so great about living in such a small house?â
Thinking of a certain mage, Catherine pondered.
[Thatâs it, you crazy woman.]
âI just wanted to establish another base.â
[Oh, I see. Is that so?]
The person on the other end of the hologram call kept smiling.
Catherine wasnât pleased with the response, but having dealt with such reactions for days, she was accustomed to ignoring it.
[You called me during my live time, so I thought something was up.]
ââ¦I just wanted to talk. Weâre friends, arenât we?â
[This seems more like counseling, donât you think, my friend?]
ââ¦.â
A curse mixed with insults almost slipped out of Catherineâs mouth.
She refrained because, truth be told, the statement wasnât entirely incorrect.
Catherine calmed her anger quietly.
[By the way, what happened to the person who lived in that house before? â¦Donât tell me.]
âI didnât kill anyone! â¦I just paid more credits and had them evicted.â
This was the reason why acquiring this small room indeed required more credits than the average market price.
ââ¦But where the hell did that bastard run off to?â
But the reality that the main culprit who enabled her to acquire the house had run away again left Catherine with a headache.
The hologram woman, sensing Catherineâs discomfort, laughed again.
[Oh, really. You keep pushing, but the other party doesnât seem to notice. Maybe you should be more proactive?]
ââ¦Forget it. Iâll handle it my way. Besides, lately, heâs been trying to distance himself from me abruptly, so Iâm being cautious, thinking there might be something going on.â
Indeed, it was true.
For reasons unknown, Lee Shiwoon had been noticeably distancing himself from Catherine, and even his other colleagues, more frequently.
[Why donât you ask him later when you get the chance? Iâm curious tooâ¦]
âSure, I will.â
Why the sudden urge to flee? Catherineâs conscience also lengthened due to concerns that didnât suit her.
[Oh, damn.]
âWhat?â
[Turn on NCB News Channel 4 right now.]
âWhy? Whatâs going on?â
Thinking it wasnât the time for watching news, Catherine complied with the other personâs request and turned on the news program.
A new screen interface appeared opposite the hologram in the air.
ãWe are currently at the scene where the extreme eco-fascist group âEco Warriorsâ is occupying a cafe in North Houston.ã
âWhatâs this? Just regular news.â
[Keep watching.]
It didnât seem like a big deal for terrorists to appear in Neon City.
Catherine continued to watch the news without much interest.
ãWe are currently showing the interior footage of the cafe being provided by the terrorists. Many citizens of Neon City are being held hostage.ã
ââ¦Huh?â
Why is he there?
[Haha! Look at that guyâs expression. Heâs not even showing any signs of distress. Heâs just sitting there, separate from the hostages.]
The person on the hologram call chuckled. But the voice did not reach Catherineâs ears.
âIâm cutting this off.â
[Huh?]
â Click!
Soon, her image disappeared from the room. In place of the entrance, only traces of the door remained.
* * *
And so, in the presentâ¦
âYou bastards! The ones who grabbed my friend!!â
â¦How did she even know about this place?
I waved my hand as if forgetting the fact that I was firmly grabbed by an orc terrorist.
At the same time, her gaze turned to me.
â Crash, thump!!
I couldnât see what happened.
The sound of something tearing and falling.
I could only feel a faint breeze passing near my face.
Given the circumstances, it was clear that the orc behind me had fallen, there was one strange thing.
The sensation of the orcâs grip on my back hadnât gone away yet.
I glanced back subtly.
I saw an orc lying there, its hand torn off and writhing in agony on the ground.
â¦Are you alright?
I gently moved my hand, removed the orcâs hand (now an independent entity) from the back of my neck, and placed it gently on the ground.
Then the remaining orcâs hand continued to twitch, spewing bodily fluids and blood.
Catherine spoke to me in an urgent voice.
âAre you okay?â
ââ¦Yeah, I am?â
ââ¦Phew.â
This time, I asked Catherine, who breathed a sigh of relief.
âBut how did you know about this place?â
Catherine pointed to the camera with her chin.
Ah, the camera.
Well, since it was being broadcasted, I guess she mustâve seen me
I thought once again.
I thought there might be a tracker implanted in me.
Just as we were peacefully chatting as if we were on an outingâ¦
âThis bitch!!â
The orc terrorists, who belatedly realized the absurd situation, shouted.
It was natural for them to start shooting simultaneously.
I lowered my stance and took a defensive posture.
I drew mana, planning to block only the bullets flying towards me.
Anyway, since she had appeared.
I would have nothing to do.
SheâCatherineâmoved along with the gunshots.
She deflected the pouring bullets with just one palm, like rainwater.
Her movement speed was several times faster than others.
It was due to cyberware neural acceleration.
Starting from the specs of the implants installed in her body, she was different.
To the orc terrorists, she was like a sudden natural disaster.
Catherine, who had blocked the raining bullets in one cycle, continued to move.
With one kick, she shattered their abdomens.
With one punch, she broke their necks, causing them to foam at the mouth.
She also snatched the gun from the opponents and fired it back.
Every time she pulled the trigger, blood poured out from where they werenât wearing body armor.
Barely a few seconds had passed.
Everything was over.
This wasnât even enough to call it a fight for Catherine.
âWho uses such outdated guns these days.â
Throwing away the assault rifle she had used, Catherine relaxed.
All the terrorists were either dead or unable to even groan.
As expected of the protagonist.
âLetâs go home.â
ââ¦Yeah, letâs.â
Hmm.
If I tried to escape from here again, she would go crazy, right?
I restrained myself from imagining how badly I would be beaten if I actually acted.
At that moment, one of the fallen orcs got up with difficulty.
[Translator â Peptobismol]
Wow, that guy over there.
Wasnât he the one who got punched and broke his neck?
How is he still alive?
ââ¦If it werenât for the exoskeleton, I would have died on the spot.â
I see.
Catherine, with a slight furrow in her brow, looked back at the orc.
Her weight shifted forward. She looked like she was about to fly towards the orc and kick him at any moment.
But when the orc spoke through the pain, everyoneâs movements (including the hostages in the corner) stopped.
âCough, everyone stop!! I just activated the time bomb!â
The orc removed the tarp that was on the equipment.
One of the pieces of equipment that I couldnât figure out earlier.
Because it was covered with a tarp.
When the tarp was removed, it revealed a design that looked like a real bomb.
Out of the blue, whatâs with the time bomb?
On the equipmentâs black screen, white numbers were decreasing little by little. It was the countdown.
Remaining time⦠3 minutes?
What are we supposed to do if weâre not given enough time?
âI never intended to use this bomb! Itâs all because of you guys! This whole building is going to blow up!â
âIf you were planning to blow it up anyway, it wouldnât matter if you died, right?â
ââ¦Huh?â
And that was the orcâs final words.
Catherine wiped her blood-stained hands on a cloth she found somewhere.
âHey, what do we do now? Should we run away?â
Well, considering the state of the orc terrorists, they werenât reasonable enough to be persuaded.
It was better to deal with them directly before they caused more problems, rather than wasting time trying to persuade them.
âWhy not hack it?â
âIâm not a hacker or a machine expert like âDrek,â how can I? I donât even have the equipment right now. And besides, just looking at it, the security lock seems thick, so I probably canât even touch it.â
Catherine, fearless as she was, casually kicked the ticking bomb with her foot.
Honestly, it didnât matter if we ran away.
Although the orc terrorists said so, the bomb wouldnât really explode because of us.
But anyone who couldnât evacuate the building within 3 minutes would end up with life insurance.
We couldnât be sure of the bombâs power, but if we thought about the orc terroristâs words about the entire building blowing up, the surrounding damage could be severe.
Even if we wanted to do something, we didnât have the means.
As time passed.
In the end, I was about to suggest to Catherine that we should run away.
[There is no choice, I confess.]
âHuh?â
[I am initiating hacking. â¦Complete. The bomb has been stopped.]
âHuh?â
âDid you go crazy by yourself?â
No.
I checked the bomb just in case.
The time on the bomb really stopped.
Catherine, who couldnât hear Eveâs voice, unaware of what had happened, looked at the bomb following my gaze and asked.
âWhat is this? How did it stop?â
ââ¦Uh, well⦠I studied it a little.â
First, I lied in order to get over the situation.
No, maybe it just stopped on its own.
But I couldnât take back the lie I had already told.
âIâm amazed, arenât you supposed to be a mage or something? Heroes donât study, right? You said you didnât even learn hacking.â
ââ¦Iâll spare you the details.â
I turned away from Catherine, who was full of questions.
What was important now wasnât to justify myself to Catherine.
Eve.
A somewhat special AI.
Even though network connection wasnât possible.
How did she attempt and succeed in âhackingâ?
Catherine moved to check what the orcs had, saying she would take a quick look.
Maybe because sheâs the main character, she liked rooting around.
I seized the opportunity and whispered softly.
ââ¦Letâs talk about it later.â
[â¦I understand.]
Suddenly, my head started to hurt.
More than the appearance of the terrorists, the headache was more bothersome.
While I was holding my head and contemplating.
The NCPD team arrived at the cafe.
â¦They came in pretty quickly.
They glanced around before walking towards us.
âThis is the NCPD. Could you explain the situation?â
Didnât they already see everything on the camera?
The cameras brought by the terrorists would have continued filming.
And Catherineâs move and resolution of the situation must have been broadcast.
[I hacked that too, I confess.]
â¦Well.
In that case, they might not know.
âItâs as you see.â
âSo you two neutralized all the terroristsâ¦?â
âNo. I didnât do anything. It was my friend over there.â
Catherine, who seemed to have finished searching through the pockets of the orcs, walked over to us from another direction.
âWhatâs going on again?â
âThis is the NCPD. Excuse me, but could I see your ID?â
Just as I said that only one person alone had neutralized all the terrorists, the expression of the NCPD officer changed.
Catherine pulled out a card from her pocket.
It wasnât a biometric ID provided by the city.
It was issued by a corporation. Corporate IDs are made in card format to prevent forgery and hacking.
The expression on the NCPD officerâs face changed noticeably upon receiving the ID.â
ââ¦Confirmed. Catherine Lee. Youâre free to leave the scene.â
Behind the voice of the NCPD officer, another NCPD officer, who looked like a subordinate, raised his voice.
âSenior! We still need to investigateâ¦â
ââ¦Just shut up.â
âYes?â
âHave you never seen a Monolith Corps Level 1 ID? â¦Itâs not something that just anyone can carry around.â
ââ¦Oh.â
I heard what he said quietly, even though he lowered his voice.
By the way, I have one of those too.
Why didnât they check mine?
âShould I show my ID too?â
âNo. You can leave with your companion.â
It felt somewhat disappointing.
Why didnât they check mineâ¦
Catherine, with a familiar expression, took the ID handed to her by the NCPD officer.
I said to her,
âLetâs go home now.â
ââ¦No. Letâs just go and have some fun together since weâre already out. Are you coming?â
ââ¦Itâs troublesome.â
Hmm.
I looked at Catherine with a dilemma.
Her golden eyes sparkled.
â¦Itâs hard to refuse because sheâs so pretty.
Even though she saved me from the terrorists, and we wouldnât be wandering around all day.
If you canât avoid it, enjoy it, they say.
âAll right then.â
âGreat! Follow me.â
It had been quite a while since the two of us went out together.
â¦It even felt like a date.
âI feel strange lately. Itâs not like weâre in that kind of relationship.â
I suppressed the unnecessary excitement in my heart.
â¦.
â¦.
It really wasnât.
â¦A date is nonsense.
What we did together was as follows.
Check out the new products at the firearms store, look for combat implants at the implant store, shoot randomly at the shooting range, browse illegal weapons at the underground market, etc.
Besides, I was dragged around all day.
â¦Yeah, what date.
Itâs my fault for expecting too much.
Whatâs so good about it anyway?
Catherine herself looked very happy.
Thatâs how the day came to an end.
* * *
And the next day.
âIâm fucked.â
I said as I looked at the blue graph going through the floor and into the basement.
My stocks (what used to be) went down.
It was summer.
[Translator â Peptobismol]