Stop Over

At the end of 8th Parkway was an abandoned building. We stopped there for the night. Kane, Myself and Iron Lung kept watch while everyone else got some sleep.

I was first nervous about building a fire but it was freezing. We didn't really want to let the Tax Gestapo know we were coming but it was either that or freeze to death.

I gently place down my headset and take a swig from my canteen. "How many did you take care of today?" Kane asks.

"52." I smile.

"Not bad. Perhaps you are getting your groove back?"

"We'll see." I say.

"SkullSmasher was still on tech source." Iron Lung replied, putting down his headset, "Lionface was on as well but he sounded pissed."

"That's normal. Lionface is cool. Just don't escalate the call without his approval, and he'll be okay."

"Who do you prefer on tech source, Jason?" asked Iron Lung.

"Well, they are all helpful. SkullSmasher and Lionface used to work under my brother, The General. They can usually explain stuff better."

"Frankie Ray is pretty cool. He usually tells you right off the bat what the problem is." Kane mentions.

"Frankie Ray?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah."

"Kane, I thought Frankie Ray is dead."

"He is. That is what is so freaking cool about it. He died on Tech Source. Now he can only communicate over the phone to other techs."

"Jesus, that's weird." I say, rubbing my forehead.

After mentioning the cool things and other benefits from the rest of tech source, we are starled by Space Rat waking up abruptly from hanging upside down. We all grab our rifles and dose the fire. I quickly scurry to the window next to Space Rat. Iron Lung immediately begins to cough. Kane creeps up behind us. "What do you see?"Kane asks.

"Space Rat see Tax Gestapos." he tells us.

"Are they (c0ugh) coming this way?" Iron Lung gags.

"Wait." Space Rat motions, "No. They are proceeding down the street."

I slump down. That's where Big Stan will be when he get to him.

I suppose it was too much to think this would be easy.