Stray Cat Strut

Chapter Fifty-One - Wake Up

Chapter Fifty-One - Wake Up

Chapter Fifty-One - Wake Up

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Catherine, I believe you should wake up now.

A small jolt hit me. It wasnt quite painful, but it was still startling, a buzzing snap that started in my skull then travelled down my spine, lightning-quick.

I sat up, almost fell off of the... bench I was on, then grabbed onto the edge of a table to steady myself as I regained my bearings. The temporary cafeteria? Someone had shut the rooms lights off, though there was still light coming in from the other rooms nearby, as well as the low murmur of people at work.

Rubbing my eyes, I sat up on the bench that Id apparently used as my bed. I was going to be sore, I just knew it.

Blinking, I realized that someone had draped a thin blanket over my shoulders, and placed another rolled-up bundle of cloth down to serve as a pillow. Lucy? That would be very much like her. I smiled, then lost the smile to a jaw-cracking yawn. What time is it?

It is six-seventeen AM.

Oh, shit, how long did I sleep for?

You had ninety minutes of REM sleep. Sufficient to be functional. Though I imagine that a few more hours would have been better for your overall health.

Yeah, I feel that, I said as I tilted my head way to the side and worked a crick out of my neck. The blanket and makeshift pillow was a nice gesture, but a real bed would have been awesome. Still, I couldnt complain. A nap was a nap. Whyd you wake me up?

The situation hasnt yet gotten to the point of being out of control, but your intervention will be needed soon.

Oh, that was Myalis-speak for everything was going to shit.

I stood up, then looked for my helmet and found it waiting on the corner of the table. I started to slide it on, then stopped and put it back down. Hey, got something like... super coffee? Nothing like that Mind Crank Ultra shit, I just need something to wake me up.

I can provide something for that. Budget?

I shrugged. A few points, I dont know?

Points Reduced from 51,590, to 51,586

A can clunked onto the top of the table without much ceremony. I picked it up and looked at the label. There was a cute pastel cat snoozing on a pile of cartoony alien corpses. The label read Cat Nap Cure.

Is this custom? I asked.

I had a nanosecond to waste.

I rolled my eyes and popped the tab, then took a sniff, then a pull. It was pretty mild. Soda with a hint of bubblegum flavour. Not entirely to my tastes, but very much something Lucy would like.

Its packed with sugars and essential vitamins, as well as delayed-reaction chemicals that will act similar to caffeine in approximately ninety minutes. And it will cure your morning breath.

I laughed and finished the can, then flicked it over to an empty trashcan in the corner where it tapped the lip and then bounced off onto the floor with a clang.

I sighed, walked over, picked the damned thing up, then dunked it before returning for my helmet. I tucked the helmet under one arm and started for the exit. So, whats the situation like that I had to be woken up? I asked.

Surprisingly, it wasnt Myalis who answered, but Lucy.

Things have, predictably, gone to shit, she said. Hi Cat, I was about to wake you up.

Lucy looked a bit frazzled. Her poofy hair was matted down here and there, giving it a wild, dishevelled look that definitely worked for her, but the bags under her eyes didnt. You okay? I asked as I moved closer. Instinctively, we fell into each others arms, and I regretted that my armour didnt let me feel her warmth.

Yeah, Im fine, she said. Her head tilted back, and I pressed my lips to hers. Oh, you taste good, she said. Is that bubblegum?

I grinned. Yeah. Id get you some, but you look like you need sleep more than anything else.

Lucy groaned. I was going to grab a cat nap too, but then there was one thing, then the other, and I didnt get the chance to sleep at all. I might carve out an hour or two right now to catch some shut-eye.

You look like you need more than a couple of hours, I said.

Yeah, I need eight hours of sleep and an army or two, but we cant always get what we want, can we?

I dont know, I think Ive got what I want right here, I said before I gave her another soft kiss.

Lucy grinned. Smooth, Cat, she said. But Im too tired for anything fun, and besides, the worlds on fire right now.

I rolled my eyes. Cant I just flirt for the sake of flirting? I asked.

She jumped onto the tip of her toes for one last kiss. Sure, but Ill still remember this later, she said with a wink. Now, go save the city, please, Im going to go see if the door of my office locks from the inside and then Im going to set six alarms to wake me up in... eh, three hours or so.

No explanation of whats going wrong? I asked as I let her go.

Myalis will explain it better than I could. Or ask Intel-chan, they should be waking up from their own sleep soon enough.

Right, Intel-Chan had a person behind the avatar, theyd need sleep too. I watched Lucy go, then slid my helmet on. Okay, so, what is going on? I asked.

Ive been paying some attention to current local events, of course. Give me a moment to summarise.

Go ahead, I said.

On the more local front, the Kittens have continued their rotations through the night. The group in charge of rooting out the model-seven zombies have discovered a small apartment complex near the inner part of downtown with several infected individuals and have been working through the night to clear the area.

Annoying, but at least they were on it.

The move from River Heights is nearly complete, though things have slowed overnight. Gomorrah retired for the night at around the same time as you did, as did Arm-a-Geddon.

Sprout? I asked.

Functioning on a mix of stimulants and determination.

Well, hes an adult, I said. Did Manic get any sleep too?

Lucy found her a place to rest. She is still sleeping.

Alright, so where have things gone to shit? I asked as I left Lucys headquarters.

There are three major fronts. First, a group of civilians have begun preparing a protest in the centre of Downtown. It hasnt yet gained much traction. My social engineering suggests that if not addressed, that will change, especially if the civilians learn of any potential food shortages.

Fuck, I said.

Second, the displaced River Heights citizens have decided to take out their anger at their displacement on you and the militia as a whole. Several members of their group are on the board of directors of the shell corporations who run the militias finances. They have passed an emergency vote cutting off the militias pay.

Are you... for fuck sakes, are they stupid?

Yes.

Well, at least that was confirmation of one thing.

Stupid and angry and impotent. Though once the news that they wont be paid reaches the Militia, its possible that a number of them will defect.

Yeah, predictable. Whats the third problem?

The number of antithesis testing the defences on the edge of town has increased significantly over the last five hours. No one else has noticed a pattern yet, but from what Ive noticed a constant increase in the number of aliens pushing the walls, and they are pushing from different angles and against different parts of the defensive line.

Testing our defences, then? I asked.

Thats my read on the situation. Its likely that there wont be a big push until the antithesis probing finds an area of weakness or their numbers increase to the point where that no longer matters.

I paused by the exit, wracked by temporary indecision. Three problems. Which one did I need to stomp out first?

Which one was going to make things worse for us in the immediate future?

When will we be announcing the food shortages? I asked.

The militia was planning on making an announcement around nine AM.

Okay. Send them a message to delay that for a bit. I have enough points to buy food to feed an army, if need be. Well manage for the day. The walls are still holding against the probes?

So far, yes.

Then theyll hold for a few more hours. Let the people who are sleeping sleep. Theyll need it. Which leaves the River Heights problem. I smiled. It was nice, being able to reduce my problems to something I could focus on immediately. Lets go pay them a visit right now, shall we?

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