Tissle placed the charge on the lock, her hands unusually steady as she pulled the safety pin. Dashing behind cover, she could her her breath - steady, confident. She threated that if she focused on that calmness it would turn on her, return her to the weakling she was. So she focused on the job at hand, inputting the area codes with impressive accuracy. She finished just as the charge went off - deafening her.
Now deaf, Tissle pulled up from her cover, augmented hands turned guns aimed at anything that moved. Nothing. She ran inside, the smoke trying and failing to obscure her sensors. She saw the small rotating lights at each corner, knowing they were blasting noise that would madden anyone that heard them. She let them - they were a tool at this point.
Tissle stood in the glossy, empty, grey room. Unimpressive and boring to the uneducated. She crouched, her fingers jacking in to classified access points. Her Companion did its magic in a matter of seconds, opening a panel that displayed an actual screen. Tissle hadn't used an interface through a screen since her academy days. Now, it was the gateway to the wealthiest man in the sector.
Calm. She allowed herself a quick intake of air. This is easy.
[Access granted.]
Still deafened, she left the room. Her scanners picking up all types of activity moving towards her. She ignored it. They couldn't follow her anyway.
Two decoys, each headed for the same location, Mix. Put a charge on one and an ID indicator on the other.
Little metallic balls ejected from each of her elbows. They rolled towards reception with frightening speed. Tissle turned, running, then crashing through the large glass window. She needed to go up.
Outside, the artificial moon did little to light her way; not that she needed it. And the toxic air could not hamper her artificial smell. She scaled the seamless building like an animal from the stories - quick and precise. She climbed, and climbed. Until she was level with the 100th floor Megabridge. Tissle allowed herself the briefest of moments to turn and appreciate where she was.
Amidst it all.
She exhaled a satisfied breath, turned to face the building, then smashed her head through the glass. It broke in a billion pieces as Mix warned her of the myriad of alarms going off.
Still deaf, she observed the lobby she just entered. Seemingly empty. Her gun formed in her left hand as she shot two Phasers still stunned by her entrance. Tissle stood in front of the room they were guarding, again, like sentries from the stories.
I'm doing this. I'm doing this. I'm doing this.
Still unusually calm she placed another charge on the door, then plastered her back to it. Phasers were entering the room at a rapid pace, but she didn't care. Heart steady, she knew they wouldn't shoot her in fear of activating the charge. Damned if you do, damned if you don't, bitches! Tissle would always rather do.
The charge went off, destroying her torso and all twenty Phasers that stood in the lobby. Her limbs fell haphazardly to the floor, her destroyed torso crumbling all around. Her head, still fully in tact, skittered on four silicone legs through the newly formed opening.
[15 seconds before reinforcements.]
More than enough time.
The room she entered was the most ancient looking room she had ever seen. Everything was made out of wood, with lamps running on AC electricity and actual paintings lining the walls. There were cloth curtains, paper books, and even potted plants. The desk was stacked with papers like some photo of ancient times. Tissle took everything in with a glance, then scurried over a particularly unimpressive painting, pulling it down with her rear legs.
It dropped to reveal a steal safe. She positioned herself so her 'legs' operated the mechanical lock. Turning it to the code she hacked earlier.
[5 seconds before reinforcements.]
The safe opened. Inside were stacks upon stack of papers, all filled to the brim with nothing but numbers. She took screenshots of each, throwing the papers on the floor as she did so. Heresy be damned, she had to be fast.
Just as she finished taking the final image, two discs flew into the room. Deafening charges. Jokes on them. Two more - incendiary charges. That's more like it.
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[All systems operational.]
"Stop playing dead, Tissle, I know you can hear me, bitch."
Tissle opened her optics to the same old, grassy basement. Frankly, she was sick of it.
"All go as planned?" Her voice came through a volume emitter connected to the remnants of her Black Box. She always wondered where it got that strange name from.
"Got you out yesterday. So... a day later than expected. That might cause some problems with Jix. But, eh, who cares?"
"Who cares." Tissle concurred. "Good job, bitch."
"Hehe." Mirah was obviously typing something on her Display, her hands moving in rhythmic motions in the air. "We got what we needed, girl."
A sound unlike anything Tissle had heard echoed in the chamber. It rang loud and true, leaving the pair speechless. She had heard music before, but nothing as...imperfect as this. It was so imperfect that it... that it...
"It's... perfect..." Mirah whispered.
"Yeah..." Tissle could hear the awe in her digitized voice. "Yes!" And the triumph.
"Yeess!" Mirah jumped, beaming. "This should never have been kept from the public."
"Never..." Tissle closed her optics, focusing in on the vocals. "Mirah, I'm glad I'm not deaf anymore."
"Me too, bitch. Me too."
Tagging @ThinkrDotExe per request. 😁
This is in the same post-cyberpunk world I've been creating for...a decade now? Needless to say, I have a lot of world building down that I can just write interesting stories in this world, and it feel more fantasy than anything else. 😅
This was super fun to write, hope it was to read as well. 😌
Obligatory shout-out to the 🍕PIZZA🍕 gang, 🤙 gang. 🤙
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