08-07-2018, 03:21 PM
Lih looked as if he was about to say something then just shook his head.
He didn’t like to say it. But they couldn’t stay here. The snake in his belly was back. If they stayed put, the monsters would find them. They need to link up with the called-in help and get clear. It was a good decision. One he was proud of.
But Lih, like many others, discovered that rational decisions were far more easily made than carried out.
So the cop did what he had not done since joining the CCDPD.
He reached up to the jewel, found the tiny disengaging pin, and pried it to the side, then down. His micro-bead went dead— Lih had removed his implant. With one smooth motion, Lih plugged his inactive jewel into Costa’s working ear and switched the interface back on.
“ran into two women near you … out of range. We just can’t pick them up, not even Doc Sonia. Something’s wrong. Can you hurry to the last location we made contact and check on your backups?"
The doctor was technically a non-combatant, but Doc Sonia had guts and she was fit and it was essential they had a medic with them. Lih knew they’d have to look for her, for Costa’s sake, then he’d have to keep a special eye out for her safety, even though she had undergone intensive field training as part as the CCDPD’s unit.
Costa had reached a similar conclusion as Lih.
“I’ll walk you.”
Lih got up, holstered his weapon, and hoisted Costa to his feet, unceremoniously. He got an arm looped under Costa’s armpit. He tried not to hurt his partner too much with their sudden movements.
Costa was pretty messed up even after taking the stim pill. Lih wasn’t sure how much help Costa could be in a fight, even if Costa’s head no longer swam from the agony. After the grievous injuries he’d taken, Costa was no longer darkly handsome— in that straight-backed, broad, powerful way — but he now looked murderous.
Now that Lih had his partner propped up against him, Costa drew a chunky weapon which was locked to his backplate.
“I could take that,” Lih offered.
“Get stuffed.”
“You’ll still have the pistol.”
They shuffled to the hatch door slowly like two men in a three-legged race. Lih cracked the door, looked out into the hall, then led the way, shouldering Costa along. He had his auto-pistol sweeping.
He led them to the front exit, out into a dingy alley that led back along a series of abandoned clubs and drinking establishments. Filthy water gurgled down the central gutter.
Lih put away his pistol and checked his updated map. He pointed to a pinned area further down and was about to whisper to Costa, when a side door toward their destination opened and a woman peeked her head out and smiled.
He looked to Costa for guidance whether Lih should walk them down toward the woman.
He didn’t like to say it. But they couldn’t stay here. The snake in his belly was back. If they stayed put, the monsters would find them. They need to link up with the called-in help and get clear. It was a good decision. One he was proud of.
But Lih, like many others, discovered that rational decisions were far more easily made than carried out.
So the cop did what he had not done since joining the CCDPD.
He reached up to the jewel, found the tiny disengaging pin, and pried it to the side, then down. His micro-bead went dead— Lih had removed his implant. With one smooth motion, Lih plugged his inactive jewel into Costa’s working ear and switched the interface back on.
“ran into two women near you … out of range. We just can’t pick them up, not even Doc Sonia. Something’s wrong. Can you hurry to the last location we made contact and check on your backups?"
The doctor was technically a non-combatant, but Doc Sonia had guts and she was fit and it was essential they had a medic with them. Lih knew they’d have to look for her, for Costa’s sake, then he’d have to keep a special eye out for her safety, even though she had undergone intensive field training as part as the CCDPD’s unit.
Costa had reached a similar conclusion as Lih.
“I’ll walk you.”
Lih got up, holstered his weapon, and hoisted Costa to his feet, unceremoniously. He got an arm looped under Costa’s armpit. He tried not to hurt his partner too much with their sudden movements.
Costa was pretty messed up even after taking the stim pill. Lih wasn’t sure how much help Costa could be in a fight, even if Costa’s head no longer swam from the agony. After the grievous injuries he’d taken, Costa was no longer darkly handsome— in that straight-backed, broad, powerful way — but he now looked murderous.
Now that Lih had his partner propped up against him, Costa drew a chunky weapon which was locked to his backplate.
“I could take that,” Lih offered.
“Get stuffed.”
“You’ll still have the pistol.”
They shuffled to the hatch door slowly like two men in a three-legged race. Lih cracked the door, looked out into the hall, then led the way, shouldering Costa along. He had his auto-pistol sweeping.
He led them to the front exit, out into a dingy alley that led back along a series of abandoned clubs and drinking establishments. Filthy water gurgled down the central gutter.
Lih put away his pistol and checked his updated map. He pointed to a pinned area further down and was about to whisper to Costa, when a side door toward their destination opened and a woman peeked her head out and smiled.
He looked to Costa for guidance whether Lih should walk them down toward the woman.
Viktor Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Officer of CCDPD