«What's the point for a scientist to get a sword?»
Like usual, Terry lamented.
«Just think about doing your job. Did you want to go away from the city? Didn't you want to begin a new life?»
«Yeah, but... don't you find it odd?»
«No, and I don't care. Focus on the target.»
They continued to look upon the entrance of the Japanese restaurant. The orange lights of the neon sign managed in some way to keep away the flashes of the city spotlights, holding all the atmosphere and making it like the ancient Japanese roads of the twenty-first century.
«They still care about prehistoric traditions», said him, «but it makes me feel home to see other nippo-guys.»
«It make me sick to remember I sold my identity to the Government.»
«Yeah, but doing that saved you father from the debts.»
«You too... you shouldn't have left everything...»
«It was my choice, Chiyoko. Your grandpa welcomed me like a son.»
«Nephew.»
«You really don't want to call me uncle Terry, do you?»
With that, Ninetynine snapped her tongue and gave him a slap.
«What was that for?»
«You said my name. They still can detect our conversations.»
Terry nodded: «Right...»
Thinking about that, those were memories of people now dead.
They both didn't care now what would have happened to the world.
«Ninetynine. There.»
He pointed out a man, with hair and wrinkles in grey age, entering the place.
«Ninja approach or...»
«No, follow me. I have a faster idea.»
Arrived in a narrow and linear valley, in the dark of artificial lights, they watched the back door opening.
A toothpick-like guy came out to smoke.
A sleep dart surprised him at the neck.
«Ninetynine... according to the planimetry Zachary showed us, that door gives directly to the kitchen.»
«I know that. So?» Pushed a button to reload another dart in the wristband.
«So they can see the body.»
She limited herself with a smile and went to enter.
«All right», sighed, «you will be the one to explain the inconvenience. I have no arcane language vocabulary installed».
Some kind of collaborative chaos reigned in that kitchen.
The cooks changed words often ended with an open sound.
Suddently, a fat Asiatic – with the hat as long as the ladle he brandished – turned to give the umpteenth indication, but interrupted himself to notice two cyborgs next to the open door.
Gradually, the noise of cutlery and plates vanished, little by little, when the other cooks realized.
The old man they saw at the entrance sighed and looked Ninetynine.
He slowly shook his head.
But the cyborg sincerely nodded.
The other intruder prepared his hands to his weapon linings.
A lean Japanese girl startled to notice the collegue lying outside.
So a short and equally small chinese girl quickly threw a bowl of noodles at Terry, that was immediately cut by his kodachi.
The fat one shouted and vented all the voice he had in the body, flinging slashes of hot ladle on Ninetynine.
But the agile cybernetic arms blocked him, and a knee at the stomach made the spoon fall.
The fat guy saw himself being thrown with superhuman force against the wall behind.
Then the Chinese girl looked at the cracks, looked at the fat, and then fired a demonic cry.
«AYAAAAAAAAA!!!»
She went to Terry, trying to slice him with the cleaver.
«AY! AY! AY! AYYA!!»
He parried every blow with the sword, restraining the laughter, until he fired above.
All the asiatic people in the room – Japanese and Chinese – stopped.
And the silence fell again.
«Here. You got it», snorted Terry to the gun barrel, putting it back in the holster, «this is universal language».
In the exact same time, the tile from the ceiling hit by the bullet fell off the Chinese girl, and she instantly passed out.
Terry was near the explosion of a laughter, when suddently the whiny clamour of the fat guy started to be heard by all his disappointment.
It was almost annoying for their sensors to listen to it, but the gestures of his indignation were really funny while he was pointing out the broken wall, the tile detached from the ceiling, the fainted Chinese girl, the pieces of bowl mixed with the noodles on the floor, and the two cyborgs standing before the back door like nothing happened.
«DAMARE!» Shouted the old man, then whispered something to the trembling chef woman on the sidelines.
He took himself a bottle of beer and urged the cyborgs to follow him, with a firm hand.
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3099 - Vital Lies
Ciencia FicciónThe year is 3099, a parallel universe The Earth finally reunited in one whole nation: the "dream of Einstein", as philanthropists and current politicians want to praise it. The most rich and wealthy citizens of the cities have access to all the most...
