Chapter 74: Chapter 71

With Rayna at my side, I led the way back to Phyllis’ site, where I had to stop and gawk for a moment. There was something new about her campsite. In the short space since we had left, she’d gotten rid of her trailer, but kept her porch.

A low structure made of metal occupied the space her torn up Shasta used to be in, and I saw as we approached that her mech was suspended in it from thick robotic arms. It looked like a docking bay for the mech, which held it off the ground, and appeared to be working on her right arm with a series of tools on robotic limbs sparking and making small movements.

“Hey there dearie,” she said as we approached.

“Well hi again, Phill!” I gestured around us at the metal structure. “What’s all this?”

“My new garage, I suppose.” She waved her free arm, and the suit whirred softly as the joint rotated. “Getting some work done on my weapon, I’m thinking about taking on some jobs.”

I stopped and scowled, glancing between the old lady suspended in her mech suit and the alien hobb at my side. Then I shook my head and laughed. “Of course you are, what brought that on?”

“Well, Tyson, if you must know, I am bored and lonely. Happens sometimes, and now with the suit, I can get out and about more easily. Go for a hike and make some new friends if I wanted to.”

The suit offered Phyllis a lit joint with a tiny mechanical arm, and she happily pressed her lips to it for a puff. “Besides, I’m runnin’ out of morties, and your little wasp hunting job got me turned onto more mercenary opportunities. Figured it can’t be any more harrowing than the resistance, and at least now I don’t have to seduce anyone first.”

“Well, shit, Phill. I dunno what to say, that’s wild. Promise me you’ll be careful?” I asked and moved to step away.

“I’m always careful, Tyson, I’m ninety-two years old. If I’m not careful I hurt myself going to the bathroom.” She paused and took another puff of her joint. “Or at least, I used to. This thing has really changed my life for the better.”

“Yeah, plus it feeds you lots of drugs, I bet,” I said, raising a hand to leave.

“There is that” she crooned, staring at the joint perched on a robotic arm for her. “That is rather nice.”

“Right on Phill! I gotta run, camp business. But I’ll catch you soon for that bug run. Don’t wander off just yet either, we have Dearth in camp.” I waved as I turned away to the raven stronghold.

It too, had grown in my absence. The fencing had been replaced by a nicer version, with marbled redwood and thick, padded cables run along the top. One raven was perched on lookout duty and cawed at my approach. Several other ravens popped out to watch, settling onto comfortable stretches of fencing.

“Hi guys!” I waved cheerfully. “Got some work for you all tonight.”

Darclau arrived then, fluttering from the structure I could see through the fence slats and coming to rest directly in front of me. He burbled and spread his wings, before reaching up one foot with his talons all closed.

I happily reached to fist bump him, and he pecked me on the knuckles again. His gathered unkindness of ravens all flapped their wings and cawed, filling the early evening with raucous noise.

“Ha-ha, alright, you got me.” I reached my fist forward again, and the bird cocked his head sideways at me for a long moment before he raised his clenched foot. I came the rest of the way, and gently fist bumped him. This may seem silly, but it was honestly one of the happiest moments of my life. I really needed to get that suet cake made for these guys.

Darclau hopped back and forth, spreading out his ravens and giving us a little room. Then he cocked his head sideways at me and opened his mouth wide, before rolling his eyes back and making a series of happy-sounding burbles.

“Hey buddy, I am thrilled to chill with you too, and I’m super jealous of your guys’ setup. This place is getting really nice!” I reached to peek over, and Darclau spread his wings to bask in my praise with a happy caw.

“How do you feel about a job tonight?” I asked, leaning on his fence. It was solid, and the padded top felt nice under my elbow.

The raven bobbed his head and made several “gwa” noises, so I assumed he was happy with the concept. I wondered how well he understood his job, and the universal translator bumped up a notch on my wish list.

“Okay, good. All I need is for you to follow the hurt-man. He will go with the green-man in a little bit.” I cocked my own head to watch the raven’s response.

Darclau watched me speak the whole time, but when I said ‘green-man’ he turned and looked up the dirt road to my place.

“Yeah, that green man. Good. I need to know where the hurt-man I send with him goes. Can you follow them when they leave, and report back to me where they go?”

The raven cawed once and raised his curled up claw to me again. I smiled and reached to fist bump him and he pecked my knuckles. The other ravens on the fence all cawed and flapped their wings as Darclau g’wad at me again and pumped his neck back and forth.

I chuckled and cradled my sore knuckles. “Okay, okay, you got me again. Very funny. I’ll be back soon, and I’ll have the hurt man with me.”

The raven bobbed his head once and opened his beak at me.

“I’ll make the suet cake soon too, don’t worry. I have all the ingredients, I just need to find an oven and some spare time.” I spoke as I turned to leave, and the raven burbled happily with his friends behind me.

I stopped, face to face with Rayna. She had her arms crossed and was staring at me. “What you need me do?”

“Oh yeah, right. Dammit, I’m sorry. Really running out of steam today.” I blinked and took a few breaths to get my head on straight. “Right. I need you to go get our prisoner, he’s about to be leaving. You’ll probably want to use the golf cart.”

The hobb nodded at me and started jogging. I was walking toward my campsite again when I heard Cube’s distinct metallic voice in the air. “ALONE! ALONE! ALONE!”

Tollya appeared a moment later, scrambling over the privacy hill. She saw me and diverted course, and I started running.

“Something wrong with snake-priest!” She grunted. “Had to run, box started screaming after they wake it up.”

Cube was still wailing in the background, and part of me wrenched. I actually wanted to go to it. The poor thing was a baby, and I had left it alone, which was apparently an unacceptable situation once it had been noticed.

Tollya fell in beside me as I ran up the hill toward Molls’ car. When I crested the hill, I didn’t understand the scene I saw.

Molls was leaning on her open car door, as Garthrust stood in front of her with a device trained on her, recording. I stomped down the hill, and the orc turned the device on me.

Molls turned to face me, following Garthrust’s movement, and her slit pupils widened considerably. Her scales, already a swirling mix of pink and purple, grew brighter.

“Tyssson! I’m glad you came back, I wanted to sssay how sssorry I am for earlier,” she slurred.

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The Nah’gh woman let go of the car door and slithered up beside me, looping her arm into my own and lowering her height to slightly lower than mine. “Hi,” she said, smiling directly into my helmet. “Ooo, you’re right.” She turned to see her own reflection slightly better. “I am pretty.”

I pushed her arm out of my own, gently. “Molls, you need to get back in your car, right now, okay?”

She blinked rapidly in confusion for a few seconds before a slow smile spread across her lips. “Only if you come with me.” She gently bit her lower lip as her scales turned slightly brighter pink. “Fuck you’re hot. Why do you never wear a shirt?”

I turned and faced Garthrust. “What did you do?” Immediately after I asked it, I started walking toward him. “What’d you dose her with?” I roared.

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Great, thanks BuyMort. Perfect timing for a date-rape ad, instead of something to actually help, like a detox drug. An ad for a ‘detoxer’ popped up on top of the ad for the date-rape drug. I swatted the pop ups aside and focused on my target as I closed the distance between us.

Molls gaped behind me, her scales turning bright yellow as she froze in shock.

“What did you do?” I roared.

The question was followed by a fast right hook to his solar plexus. I held back my power blow ability, but the hit was still enough to double the orc up with a wheeze.

A notification popped up as morties drained from my account. I ignored it.

“What’d you give her?!” I slammed my unarmored fist down onto the orc’s jaw as he began to recover, and he went to the dirt in a tumble of dust and robes.

His device rattled and bounced off the stones, as Tollya ran up and grabbed it. She looked at the screen and shook her head. “Whatever he record, he already send it, boss.”

I turned back to glare at the orc, as he chuckled in the dirt. Before I could reach him, Molls grabbed my arm.

“No Tyssson, no!” She hauled back on me and when I turned to face her, the yellow faded from her scales. She smiled at me again. “Let’sss jussst go to bed. C’mon, leave him, he’sss boring.”

“Tollya!” I shouted. The hobb ran to my side and gently took Molls. She started guiding the poor woman toward her car again, but Molls resisted.

“No, don’t fight! Don’t fight with him!” Molls cried. Tollya gripped her elbows and forcibly turned her torso.

“Don’t worry. It’s not gonna be a fight,” I muttered as I turned back to Garthrust. The orc picked himself up out of the dirt and smiled at me.

“You’re a dead ma-“ I hit him with a heavy shoulder charge and knocked the wind out of him, slamming him back into the hard packed earth. He gasped and produced a small knife from beneath his robes.

I raised both arms over my head and brought them down on his chest in a gorilla slam, activating my power blow ability in both arms. The sound my fists made when they connected was somewhere between a heavy thud, and a sickening crunch.

When he didn’t let go of the knife, I grabbed his hand and squeezed, while twisting. The bones in his hand and wrist snapped under my grip, and the knife clattered free.

The orc bellowed in pain, but the bellow rapidly became a wheeze as when he went to take his next breath, searing pain racked his broken ribs. My cartoon starfish danced in the background. I was getting good at ignoring that thing.

“Hey,” I said, towering over Garthrust as Tollya tried to tuck Molls into her car again. The snake woman resisted, claiming in a loud whine that it was too hot in the car for her, and trying to take off her robe.

“What’d you give her?” I demanded again. The orc groaned and rolled, before I shoved his shoulder back to the dirt with my foot.

I grabbed his collar and lifted him bodily off the ground into a headbutt with my helmet. He squealed as his nose shattered against the mirrored surface, and I slammed it into him again. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped, so I pressed on his ribcage and wrist with my knuckles. He awoke with a sharp cry of pain.

“Better start talking,” I said as I grabbed the collar of his robe again. He tried to ward me off with his hands, but I slammed his face into my helmet twice more in rapid succession and then dropped him back onto the dirt.

The orc rolled to his side with a stifled scream of pain and spit out a mouthful of broken teeth. When he turned back to look at me, he was unrecognizable. I clenched a fist and raised it, and he squealed.

“TELL ME!” I roared at him.

“Control!” He screamed. The orc curled his legs up and pushed against my foot, trying to get away from me. I grabbed his leg and hauled him back underneath me.

“What?!” I shouted. Then, in a lower voice, I said, “record.” A light blinked on in the helmet, indicating video recording.

“Control! Control! I dosed her coffee with control!” He wheezed and spat more fragments of teeth out.

“Why?” My fist was still in the air, and his good eye never left it.

“It’s an illicit substance in the church! She’ll lose her robes!” His hands rose to ward off the blow, but I lowered my fist.

“And then Dearth doesn’t have to worry about stepping on the church's toes when they roll that tank in here,” I muttered.

He nodded, not aware I was no longer questioning him. “Yes. Yes, that’s the plan.”

“End recording.” I looked down at the orc, and he opened his bleeding mouth to speak again.

“Shut up,” I snarled, reaching down, and striking him one more time in the side of his jaw. The bone snapped as it dislocated, and he slumped, unconscious. Or dead for all I knew, I didn’t care enough to check.

Tollya had stopped fighting Molls to get her in the Lincoln, and the women were standing next to the car, staring at me. I breathed heavily as I thought about what had just happened. That was a ten-million-mortie beat-down.

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