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MetroForce
By Milton Davis
Chapters 9 & 10
-9-
Levels below the surface, life in Atlanta was much more ominous. These were
areas even Diamond avoided, districts controlled by those who knew no limit to what
could be bought or sold. But justice existed, albeit in a harsher, more direct form.
The woman crouched on the ledge of the building opposite the Underground
Entertainment District, scanning the walk with electric eyes. Under normal
understood and came prepared. She swept the crowd, her eyes comparing each face to
those stored in her database. If he was here, she would find him. She had no doubt about
that.
The night passed and she continued searching. Suddenly her eyes focused,
drawing her attention to three dark clad figures pushing rudely through the throng. Her
eyes centered on the man in the rear, the green warning light flashing just out of her
viewing range. She blinked, the motion summoning a confirmation comparison. A holo-
image appears, superimposing itself over the suspect image in her frame as the red
She moved with the agility of a gymnast along the ledges, shadowing the trio
as they walked south. The suspect’s companions didn’t register in her database; no doubt
they would in the future. Another blink and she recorded their images for future
reference. She switched her energies to plotting their course. Their probable destination
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was the Underground parking grid. She would meet them there. She increased her pace,
arriving at the parking grid in moments. The electronic guard was simple to avoid; she
crouched between personals, awaiting their arrival. The men appeared, their light
laughter reaching her enhanced hearing. She wondered how they can have humor, how
men paid to kill found any joviality in life. She lost her humor long ago when Antonio
died, murdered by men not much different than those she stalked. All emotions had been
stripped away from her that day, leaving a void that had been filled by revenge. It was
why she was crouched in the parking grid. It was why these men would die.
She followed them until they reached their vehicle. The tall one spoke.
“What say we go topside and scare the hell out of some money dogs?”
The suspect laughed. “You can take the man out of the grid…” His eyes lost
their humor. “Get that low level shit out of your head, Wolf. You’re a Capone now. We
don’t pop for fun anymore. We pop for pay. You’ll have plenty to do when the time
comes.”
“When will that be?” The Thin One asked. “I’m tired of tush tanks and biting
“You’ll get it when you get it.” the suspect answered. “Now get in the damn
personal.”
She stood, leveled the stunner on the tall one and fired. The man gasped and
crumpled. She moved, crossing two lanes and springing up again. The thin one had his
bolter out, his back to her. The suspect was ducking into the personal. She charged,
shooting down the thin man and tossing the stunner away. Her hand darted into her hip
pouch and emerged stuffed with pop charges. She threw them at the rising personal. The
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charges crackle around the vehicle, bringing it down with a ground shaking crash. She
backed away, hiding again among the personals. The suspect stumbled from the vehicle,
She smiled at his false bravado. She waited until the smoke cleared; the
dagger flew from her hand and into his. The bola follows, wrapping around the suspect’s
ankles and taking him down. She ran to him, kicking the bolter away.
The suspect looked up at her, his face contorted in anger and pain.
“Who sent you? The Chans? The Odores’?” He coughed and laughed.
Driving the nails, she thought. She reached for her neck and shut off the holo
mask distorting her features. The suspect’s grin widened as her face was revealed.
“Well, well; a little pleasure with the pain. You’re too cute to be popping
Capones.”
“Shut up, bastard!” She regretted the emotional outburst. “Horatio Phillips,
you have been found guilty of the murder of Taki Namashita. I am your justice.”
She spun but the tall man was faster. She managed to take the blow to her
shoulder, falling over the suspect and rolling away. She scrambled backwards, feinting
fear.
she kicked out. The knife boot broke free and sank into his throat. He clutched for it with
dying hands, extracted it then fell. She came to her feet to stand over the suspect again.
“Hey, we can deal!” he said. “There are fifty kilo credits in my personal. It’s
She was happy for the interruption. His fear pleased her. She kicked him in
the stomach.
Maria took the charge, slapped it on his chest and stepped away. The first
blast jolted the suspect with 20,000 gigawatts, killing him instantly. The charge popped, a
sudden blue-white heat released and the body was incinerated. Maria repeated the
The pleasure dissipated, replaced by a gaping emptiness. She left the parking
grid, working her way to the nearest up tube, emerging moments later on the surface. The
lights of the dome pulsed against the night sky, resembling judgmental eyes. People
move about around her. She watched them, amazed at the joy and vigor in their eyes. The
middle levels didn’t exist to them, nor did they see the crime that surrounded their staid
lives like black smoke. She set her stare and walked to the station exit. Hans was waiting,
his muscular upper body gripped in a synth-leather jacket, a wool cap covering his blond
hair. She was pleased to see him, but not as pleased as he was to see her.
“One less killer to worry about,” he said. She nodded and entered the
Seagway.
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“Two,” she replied. Hans stared at her.
Hans sat down before the driving panel. “You had the stunner.”
“And I used it, but it wasn’t enough.” Maria shrugged. “I probably did us a
favor.”
Hans was overstepping his bounds. He had misread her kindness towards him
“You can quit whenever you like, Hans. This is my organization. No one
Hans turned away. They rode in silence for a moment until Hans gathered the
Maria hit the vid button and the images appeared on the windshield. She
watched, studying the report with little interest. When it finished she felt her time wasted.
“So?”
“They’re corporate, culebre,” Maria replied. “You give your faith too easily.”
Maria jerked her head about to Hans. He was losing it, just like the others.
They grew weary, time and revenge whittling away at the pain inside, eventually healing
their scars. She thought, hoped, that it would be the same for her. But at night the visions
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would come and she would wake shivering and damp, her resolved infused. Maybe
Environ would make a change, maybe not. Either way she would do what she had to do.
-10-
Michelle entered the Atlanta City Council chamber and was impressed; never
in her memory had there been a council meeting with everyone in attendance. The
mahogany paneled room glowed with flowing white robes trimmed in family kente.
Outside the combined private security forces kept an intense vigil. There we no reason
the UN should wish to attack them, but every precaution had to be observed. Eighty
percent of the power of Atlanta was seated before her, reason enough for the tight
“I’m happy to see everyone here,” she said. “I’m sorry this couldn’t occur in
better circumstances.”
“Let’s get on with it,” Martha snapped. She was a matriarch, the oldest
member of the council. A thin, mean-natured woman, she stopped attending meetings
over twenty years ago. Her presence was a sure sign of serious tidings.
“There’s no need going into details about the current situation. This meeting is
about accommodation.”
physical appearance could be intimidating to strangers, but Michelle had sparred with
about.”
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“At least not yet,” Nelson said. “Believe me; they’re not coming here to plant
roses.”
“Nelson has a point,” she said. “My intelligence tells me Terry Cline and
deeper.”
Martha let out a cackle. “That’s impossible. Westex tried and we crushed
Everyone seemed to stiffen. They remembered Westex and the “quiet war”
they fought outside the cities for control of the naturals trade.
“Environ would use force in the cities against us,” Cynthia Debarge said.
Simpson here means Environ is planning to do something we never tried. They are going
to attempt to make the cities safe. The masses will be grateful. Any move against us
Michelle fell silent, giving the group time to absorb her words. She had spent
many sleeping nights going over the same reality before she discovered the solution.
The room exploded in uproar. Michelle stood stoically, letting the insults pass
through her, waiting until the knee jerk reaction subsided. Albert’s voice became distinct,
“What the hell are you thinking, woman? That would give Cline just the
“What difference does it make?” Nathaniel asked. “In either case Cline will
make a move.”
“No,” Michelle said. “I’ve spent a long time listening to Terry’s file. What he
did at the Belt was a forced decision on his part. He has suffered for it so much that he
“So you’re saying Cline won’t move against a strike,” Nelson surmised.
“You’re asking us to risk our lives on an assumption, which is what this is,”
Martha said.
“Have I ever been wrong before?” Michelle countered. The room fell silent;
Michelle held back a victory grin, not wanting to gloat. This was not a debate or a deal.
Albert was the first to speak. “Let’s assume you’re right. How do we go about