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The past week had been a lazy one for Bob. He'd mostly sat around at home, smoking cigars and trying to ignore the weird whispers and feelings coming from elsewhere in the city and waiting for the inevitable message telling him it was time for the next mission. While just sitting and thinking was a common enough pastime for him, this time he did some reading. Reading was not a common pastime for ol' Bob, but he made an exception when murderous freaks started making literary references with their threats. Finding a Bible wasn't all that hard, though it cost quite a lot more than he wanted to pay for the thing, as it always was with luxury items. He read through the early bits, and it didn't take long at all to get to the part where the city of Sodom was destroyed for various sins. He was left less confused than he had been, and the remaining confusion was brushed away easily enough with the realization that the freak from the fog was a religious zealot. Those types never made sense anyway, so trying to find sense in their words was a fool's errand. Bob read on a ways further before tiring of the exercise and deciding a week was plenty enough time to wait around doing nothing, and there was only one place he felt like going to see about getting shit done.
The machine shop had a familiar noise about it on usual days, but as Bob strolled in he heard some extra, both the added ruckus of more tools at work and faint strains of some yelling from upstairs. He was no pilot, but the place was still a familiar and friendly one, being more or less the headquarters of the Old Guard. Usually he came around to shoot the shit and help out the more tech-savvy folks as a bit of manual labor, but it seemed like today wasn't gonna be a day for relaxing, especially not if the folks hollering upstairs were arguing about something related to all the extra work being done. He looked around for familiar faces and spotted Carolyn working on her tank. If anyone would know what was going on, odds were it'd be her.
Bob walked over and took a look at the work going on all around as he did so. Most of it was beyond his understanding, but it seemed like vehicles and weapons were being prepared for something. Maybe dropping out of the loop for a week hadn't been a great idea after all, but there was no use regretting it now. He greeted Carolyn with a brief wave as he approached. "Looks like we're gettin' ready for a war in here. What's the story? I've been taking it easy since we got back, guess I missed something."
The scent of oil would assault Bob's nose as Carolyn stops what she's doing inside her tank. She looks out the frontal view port, and seeing who it was, she climbs out of the tank and coughs, a little smoke billowing out from inside. She starts speaking, starting in a yell, then quieting down a little when her hearing started to return. "GOOD THING YOU WAVED, OR I WOULD NOT HAVE SEEN YOU!" She was wearing a simple jumpsuit, made of fireproofed materials. Her hair was a mess, tied up and kept together with a net. She pulls up her welder's mask, looking down at Bob, and motioning with a pair of thick, dirty gloves, over her tank. "She's a fuckin' mess after what those Coalition morons shoved in. It's like they didn't want me to take out all of their tracking equipment." A self-satisfied smirk reaches her lips. "Alright, seriously though Bob, some shit's going down. You might want to climb up here and we can start talking about it."
Bob gave her a grin and an approving nod. "Oh, I'm sure they'll be all sorts of mad about it. Fuck 'em though, good work." He walked round to the side of the tank for an easier climb and made his way up without too much of a struggle, just some grunts of exertion. A quick glance down through the tank's hatch proved Carolyn right: it was a fuckin' mess if he'd ever seen one. "Shit's goin' down, huh? I think I can guess at most of the big picture if you're ripping out Coalition spy hardware, but run me through the details anyway."
"Well..." She glances about the area. "Alright, I know you. You've been with The Old Guard for ages. I remember you fighting when I was still trying to learn how to read." Carolyn opens the tank hatch, then watches it roll off its hinges and down onto the floor with a loud thud. "Dammit, rookie mistake." She mutters under her breath as she climbs inside. She motions for Bob to follow her, likely so they could talk privately in the dark, dormant machine.
Bob chuckled as he watched the hatch fall away. "Long as you learn from 'em, mistakes are just fine. Well, that and you gotta live through 'em. You should be fine this time." He climbed down after her into the tank, taking it slow to go easy on his back. The interior looked like it had been attacked by some beast with an unnaturally powerful hatred of machines. Bob lowered his voice to make sure it wouldn't carry far outside the tank. "Well shit, guess the Coalition had its claws sunk in deep if you had to do all this. What've the rat bastards done now?" The statement had no real vitriol in it: he stated it as if it were a plain fact that the Coalition were a bunch of rat bastards, not as if it was meant as a stinging insult.
"Hmph. You know what they do." Her tone turns mocking, as she imitates Jenive's voice. "For the greater good this, for the good of all that, we just need to listen to everything you do, and you should just do everything we tell you to do. Stick bugs in your tank, stick bugs in your workshop, stick bugs in your wrenches, blah blah blah." She rolls her eyes and chuckles, shaking her head and opening a tool box beside her. There, she pulls out a file folder. It had pictures in it. "Mouse sent these to me. Satellite photos." The pictures show scenes of carnage: U-ARM forces, and one lone survivor--though the survivor appeared wounded. "It's one of those people... From the fog. Apparently, it can't get very far. It's wounded, somehow, though I don't really understand how. I guess... Outside of the fog, they can't take too many hits. Somehow The Coalition can tell, I sure as fuck can't." She stretches her legs out one at a time, as she keeps speaking. She was trying to feign being calm and nonchalant, but it was clear there was some fear in her voice. "Look... Officially, we're gonna go in with The Coalition again. A two pronged attack, so that if U-ARM tries to stop us from getting near it, one of us gets through. If that happens to be us... We're going to take it, and bring it back with us. We're gonna question it, ourselves. Learn whatever it is The Coalition is hiding from us about these things... Because something tells me they know a lot more than they're fucking telling us, and I don't like it."
She finishes stretching, and looks Bob dead in the eyes. One of the satellite photos shows the creature staring up toward the sky, toward the satellite. "Whatever it is, it knows it was being watched, and went into hiding in a building... With whatever strength it had left. We're going after it this evening. No delays. That's why I'm working my ass off on this girl." She taps the interior a couple times with a wrench. "She's gettin' a full check-up before we go out tonight. I don't want any peeping toms on my date, you know? Got enough problems goin' around this town in a dress, don't need no government watchin' me too."
Bob listened without interruption, his jovial smile slowly fading into a concerned frown. "Well, shit." He stood there silently for a long stretch, thinking everything over and letting that succinct summary of his feelings on the matter stand alone as he did so. "Course those assholes know more'n they tell us, and you can bet your ass they're plannin' the same thing, grab the guy and take him somewhere so we never find him. U-ARM is a bad enough complication, but I'd put money down on seein' some of them fog fuckers show up and try to rescue their pal. It's gonna be a real shitshow, and I'm gettin' too damn old for it." Bob rolled his shoulders slowly and was rewarded with a prolonged crackling like the bones themselves were protesting the unnecessary movement. "Ain't quite that old yet though, and givin' the Coalition a nice poke in the eye seems like a fun way to spend the evening. I'll be there."
With the serious business done for the moment as far as he was concerned, Bob shot Carolyn a little grin. "Don't think I've ever seen you in a dress, but if I did and I was your age I'd probably be one o' them desperate assholes hasslin' you for attention. Used to be a little shit back in the day, y'know?" He gave a wistful sigh and shook his head. "If I met my younger self I'd have to give him a nice slap upside the head now, though. You seem like you've got your shit together, but that took me a lot more years than it should've. I don't think I said it before, but you did a good job last week, out in the last shitshow. That was the first time I worked under your lead and I had some doubts, but you squashed 'em by not bein' stupid. You keep that up and I think we're gonna work real well together in the future."
"I'm glad you think so, Bob." She smiles a little shyly at his compliments, but simply puts her wrench back into her toolbox. She then snatches the file folder out of his hands, and puts it away as well. "As for... Other people. Well, everybody loses somebody they love before they're old enough to even know why in these times... Sex is just a cheap escape. A thrill to make the loneliness go away for a little while... I don't blame people for wanting to indulge in it as much as they do. Just so long as they figure out that no means no, I don't really care. It's cold and empty, like most of them." It was a lie to some degree, her confidence was faltering a little. It was strange, as though something was affecting her, making her a little more comfortable than she might be otherwise. For a moment, she seemed to recognize this, and quietly looks back at Bob.
"Heh... Sorry. I guess that's gettin' a bit personal. You with us?" She offers a handshake to him. "I'll be taking the lead again... Much to The Coalition's chagrin."
"Don't worry about it, I ain't the type to go blabbin' about what other people ramble about. I'm used to it, cause lots of people get all chatty'n personal with me. Guess I just have that effect on people." Bob shrugged as if it was some strange mystery with no answer, then took her offered hand and gave it a firm shake. "Good, let 'em be mad about it, maybe they'll make some dumb mistakes and give you somethin' to take advantage of. Am I with you? Hell, couldn't ask for a better fight to watch than some U-ARM and Coalition dickheads taking each other down. No way am I gonna miss the chance to see that, so course I'm gonna be there. Guess I should go get my shit ready for a night out on the town."
Bob took a step toward the hatch, then remembered the yelling he'd heard from upstairs and turned back to Carolyn. "You got any idea what the yelling up there is all about? Seems to me it ain't nothin' good if it's goin' on when there's a big job planned for tonight."
She pauses momentarily as she closes her toolbox, preparing to get out of her tank to work on it some more. "If I had to take a guess? Probably the future of this colony. Marie wants us to buddy up with The Coalition and join them, but establish some sort of independent council so we always have our own laws... Dad thinks we should start talking to U-ARM, because he wants to keep us in the bargaining position as long as we can." She grimaces and shakes her head. "I think they're both too stubborn and don't think well enough on us. The people would be with us, we just have to act together. Stop fighting... Ah, but I guess old blood doesn't go away easy, does it?" She smiles as she looks up at Bob. "Y'all old folks need to check your egos sometimes."
Bob snorted out a brief laugh and nodded in agreement. "Only bit you got wrong there is the 'sometimes.' Old shits like myself tend to think they know everything worth knowin' just cause we made it through a lotta years. Tryin' to stay humble is a struggle, but I manage it. I'm the humblest motherfucker here in Bunker Chicago, y'know." He grinned at his own little joke for a moment before continuing. "Dealin' with us old farts is easier if you remember everyone's a dumbass sometimes. Coalition ain't gonna let us be independent no matter what they agree to on paper, and U-ARM cares too much about the past to be any use to us folks who wanna make the best of the future. We're either gonna have to force the Coalition out ourselves or accept them bein' in charge, cause they ain't gonna accept much of anything in between."
Bob shrugged a shoulder and let out a little sigh. "But maybe that's me bein' a dumbass too. Could be workin' together instead of fighting could work out. Might be you'll just have to wait for the old blood to thin out a little and take the reins for yourself to see it happen." He shrugged again and glanced toward the hatch. "Well, thanks for the info, guess I won't go stickin' my nose into that mess cause it'd just get chewed off once I told 'em they was both bein' dumbasses. Good luck getting this thing back together in time for the fun, I'll be real disappointed if I can't hitch a ride from you tonight." Bob flashed her another grin from amidst his bushy beard, this time accompanied with a little wave before he headed for the hatch to get himself ready for a fight.
Carolyn stares and watches him leave, before shaking herself out and rubbing at her eyes. "Strange feelings..."