Nestra was faced with a small problem of logistics which happened to illustrate her large issue of leading a double life. The truth was, she was a bit of a musclehead and not prone to deception on a long term basis. It meant that her separation of life between Crescent and Nestra was getting paper thin, and it was a miracle it hadn’t broken already. Actually, no, it would have broken if it weren’t backed by Threshold’s two A-class gleams and a grumpy brother. Nevertheless, she had to be more serious. The two Americans had followed her home after placing a tracer on her motorcycle. The audacity! She’d purchased an ECM suite from Gorge to remedy that, but the fact remained that she’d been careless. It was too easy for someone obstinate enough to find out her secret identity because Sereth was right. She was being careless. For now, the culprits were dead, the techs quiet, her house sealed, and the A-class complicit. The list of people who knew part of the truth was long but still manageable. It was now up to her to keep it that way. Which led to the current issue. “I must simply come with you,” her mom insisted. “And I must simply refuse. My friend asked me to come alone at a difficult time, and I will do as he asks.” Valerian had specifically asked her to come ‘masked’ via her secret phone. She knew what he meant. “At least let me drive you there. In your nice roadster?” “No mom, sorry, I’m going alone.” “You just told me it’s somewhere in the BaiHe arcology. Why won’t you let me accompany you since I already know where you’re going.” “I’d ask how you’re feeling but I think I know the answer,” Nestra said as the rental truck huffed its way off a ramp. “Instead I’ll ask if you want to rant about it?” “Not much to say. We reached a breaking point because neither of us would back down and I was a bit prideful, but even then it wouldn’t have changed my decision, only how, shall we say, diplomatic I would have been about communicating it. Fuck Aeslin.” “You want to raid more then?” “With you, if possible. It’s already fairly well known at this stage that working with me will burn all bridges with BaiHe, so I kind of need Crescent.” “You can also raid with Nestra. D-class worlds are still a good place for you to try your more experimental stuff. It was an easy pick for Nestra. It cost her nothing to bring Valerian into the C-class world she raided while him joining the Little People League also made sense because it was a non-profit association more than a real guild. It would be seen as a way for him to build up a good reputation. “I know. Alright. You should go raid, Crescent. I’ll be fine moving my stuff around. I can also use a moment of solitude, no insults intended.” “None taken,” Nestra replied. He dropped her off at a street corner which left Nestra with the annoying task of driving all the way back to the arcology to pick up her car. Takashi wasn’t a hobo by choice. He was a hobo because the megacorps conspired to hide his medication because they feared his power, but he’d show them one day. Not now, probably next week. Currently, he was warming a can of artichokes on a barrel fire for a late lunch. The fire was not too hot in this season, and the artichokes were nice nutrition with some good fibers to help with bowel movements. He was also looking at a car approaching the cluttered intersection and could hardly believe his eyes. First, the car was bright pink. How could something be this bright pink? Second, the car was expensive and unarmored, so the person driving it had to be a complete moron. This was District Twenty-Eight. The car was going to be stripped then shipped to Jakarta in a dozen containers before the end of the week. “Look at that. A Gidung Crane roadster limited edition,” Tin man said as he arrived. “Zero to a hundred in under eight seconds. Integrated AI suite with security options. Titanium finish. The dream…” The two exchanged a complicated handshake. Takashi found a wrapped candy between his fingers once this was done, which he pocketed for later. “Andrew,” he greeted. “Takashi. Good afternoon. Nice car. I’m surprised to see it here.” Against all odds, the car stopped and two women stepped out. One was slightly taller, with an ice princess persona and the expensive armor to match. The other was more playful with shoulder-length, straight dark hair and darker eyes. And an axe. Pretty large one too. They were, obviously, gleams. “Here for the portals then,” tin man said with a nod. “You know something I don’t?” “Only that there’s a new temporary one a block away. They’re both near the water treatment plant so I can’t imagine anyone willingly going there.” The two gleams checked their gear one more time before walking into an empty arc. Takashi knew it led to the inner court where the local permanent portal was. He liked to watch the blue radiance from afar the day it opened which was every thirty-six days after getting closed, give or take. He felt it soothing even if only death came from there. It was a reminder that a large world existed beyond the street he lived in, and even if he couldn’t reach it, humanity could. Also, Junpei was scared of going there so it was safe. “Artichokes are done,” Tin man said. Because he was a good neighbor, Takashi shared the vegetables with his guest. In return, Tin man offered two packs of ketchup and a few sticks of instant coffee he’d nabbed from some fast food joint’s trash bin. They ate in companionable silence. The sounds of footsteps echoed in the arc while they shared a grilled generic brand waffle for dessert. Takashi warmed some water for their coffee. The women returned, unharmed. “That was fast. Really fast. Less then fifteen minutes,” Takashi remarked. “The portal world is low D-class but it’s a swamp filled with ambush creatures. Amphibians, apparently. Raiders normally take it slow.” Not just quickly, the two women were carrying strings of severed frog legs strapped together, well, if frogs were the size of large dogs. Predictably, the women’s nice armor sets were stained to the knees but no higher. “They must be pretty good. Most interns return completely drenched,” Takashi said admiringly. The two opened the roadster back where, against all expectations again, there was a giant cooler. Their loot found its place in its waiting maw. The women then proceeded to another street without a break. He heard the black-armored girl talk about recruitment and, for some reason, shark management. Maybe it was some sort of raider lingo the vids didn’t cover. He liked gleam vids. Sometimes, Mother Hen played them on her back wall. Just as they were gone though, Junpei showed up with his idiot friend. Takashi’s hand instinctively reached for his pepper spray but the idiot only had eyes for the car. He checked the door which was obviously closed. “Wouldn’t do that if I were you, ” Tin man said. “Abunai, ne?” “Urusai. Shut the fuck up, both of you. And if you rat me out…” The threat was left unfinished. Tin man shook his head. He was smiling a bit so Takashi looked on with attention. Tin man knew his cars. Junpei grabbed some kind of thingamajig from a bag. He placed some sort of plug on the door and then there was a beep. The car’s alarm started immediately. “Last chance!” Tin man yelled with clear amusement. The torrent of insults coming from Junpei was particularly vile. Takashi thought Junpei was being really stupid. He didn’t know much about cars but surely this was a gleam vehicle and they’d be harder to jack in than pizza delivery drones, right? After a good minute of the alarm roaring, Junpei persisted in attempting to break into the vehicle. What a moron. “Threshold Police Department. You are under arrest for attempted auto theft,” a robotic voice came from above.” Tin man shook his head. Police drones. “It’s a top Gidung car. Of course they have an uplink,” Tin man commented. Predictably, Junpei tried to run — he should have led with that and he would have remained free. Predictably, he and his friend were electrocuted. A van picked them up less than five minutes later. Some beat cop made a token attempt to ask him questions so Takashi tossed some random comments about Mayor Kim being controlled by sapient mushrooms and that was it, he was dismissed. Even if Junpei was an asshole, it was not enough to force Takashi to help the pigs. They probably had the car footage anyway. Tin man stayed, which was unusual. He was curious as well. The two women returned in sixteen minutes. It meant they’d cleared the one-time portal in less than fourteen. They were beasts. “Hot damn,” Tin man whispered. This time they were carrying what looked like giant flowers in a plastic bag. They were smelling really rank too. The black-haired girl was looking a little green around the gills. As for the ice princess, her helmet had a mask. “Huuuh fuck. Do we have to do that every time?” the black-haired one asked. “Nah, that one was a one-off,” the ice princess replied in a much more casual tone than what Takashi would have expected. “Alright Helena, you got it worse so you get the free pizza this week.” “I need to buy a rebreather or something.” “That would be wise.” “Anyway, I’m going to get changed. I saw a spot near the repeating portal that would work. You?” The ice princess didn’t reply, but a wave of cold made the barrel fire shiver. Tin man shook a bit. He didn’t like the cold at all—bad memories. The scum on the ice princess’ foot froze. She stomped her heavy boots, once, twice, and all the dirty water fell as shards of black crystal on the asphalt. Fucking nifty, that was. “This is bullshit,” the younger one complained. Takashi was inclined to agree. It was bullshit, but it was also gleam bullshit and the black-haired girl was a gleam. Was there some sort of bullshit gradation among Threshold’s most privileged? That decided it though. There was no way someone with that gear was there for money reasons. “Hey, ladies! Hey!” Takashi said. Tin man looked at him like he’d lost his mind but Takashi lived around there and, well, he was curious. Normally, they only got unmotivated pairs of government-mandated raiders clearing things at the very last moment. This was too new. “Yeah man what’s up?” the younger one replied. Even the ice princess was paying attention to him. He felt vindicated. “You’re getting punished or something?” “No, we’re the Little People League! We take shit assignments no one else will take as a way to give back to the city.” “You, err, you’re looking to get into politics?” The two girls exchanged a look. Now that Takashi was looking, it was clear they were related. “Fuck the hell no,” the younger one said. “I’d rather stab myself in the knee,” her sister added. “Oh, well, thanks, Little People League. By the way, a pair of assholes tried to jack your ride. You’ll get a notification from the popo. I just wanted to give you a heads up.” “They got nabbed?” Ice princess asked. “Bagged and tagged. The van just left,” Takashi explained. “Right. Thanks for letting us know. Hey, you want a frog leg?” “A mana frog leg?” Takashi asked, brain going into overdrive. “Yeah we got a few too many for ourselves, I think. You’ll need to be careful peeling the skin off.” “Oh, Mother Hen can do that. She used to be a cook. Yes please,” Takashi said. The women gave him the meat, then they left. What a great day. “Come on,” he told Tin man. “Let’s go feast.” “What the fuck is going on here?” The expletive came from the portal world’s entry point, scaring a few nearby workers. The D-class harvesters wisely decided that they had some harvesting to do somewhere else. Nestra sighed. She had been sure she’d get her twenty minutes of calm as Crescent since people tended to ignore her anyway. “You. Get the fuck out,” the female voice said, suddenly closer. Nestra felt a wave of nature mana accompany the threat. C-class, decent if a little undisciplined. With a sigh, Nestra removed her meat skewers from their fire. It was already hard enough to find mammal meat around Threshold, and then also meat that didn’t come from a predator because those tended to be stringy, but now even that small miracle was getting messed up. She set the half-cooked skewers aside and prayed to whatever Ashzii god might be listening that cutting the process midway wouldn’t ruin the meal. She turned to the newcomer. This world was lush and verdant, like many others around the city, but the vegetation stretched over porous red rock that made navigation treacherous. The woman now approaching with thunder in her green eyes fit right in with an armor seemingly made of wood. Thorny growths spontaneously popped from her pauldrons while whips made of vines shivered with each of her steps. It looked pretty cool. Made Nestra want to fight her. “Don’t make me ask again,” she repeated from behind a half-closed helmet. Instead of replying, Nestra checked the entrance portal. Only one person had followed, a guild guy in a neat piece of armor with a nasty bow. He had rare electricity mana. The two of them working together had to be something to behold: she would control and he would snipe. Nice synergy. No one else though, and the archer was clearly reluctant to approach. He looked like he wanted to hold his boss back but didn’t dare. Nestra finally turned to nature lady, real name Emily Narinrak and guild master for the Green Grasp. “You must have missed the people in suits at the entrance,” she told her. “Your portal license is suspended pending investigation.” “Who decides that? What the fuck?” She really was hot-blooded. “The government did, and you are trespassing. I believe the nice people in suits warned you?” Nestra tutted while the woman seethed under her helmet. The archer took a few tentative steps forward. “What the fuck is this about?” the woman growled. “I paid the taxes and everything.” Nestra gave her skewers one last forlorn look. It was fine, she still had plenty of meat left. She could try at home later, after she killed the guardian. The monsters here had some pretty cool resistances to acid anyway. Now, should she antagonize the lady for a good fight? It would be kind of a dick move, but… so tempting. Ah well. She’d give her a chance. “As I’m sure you’ve been told, the mineral yield of this world has been in free fall for the past few months. It made the city wonder if perhaps some of the ore might have been… mislaid.” This world’s obvious bounty was a plentiful harvest of bulbous fruit that tasted a bit like banana. She’d tried some. It was ok but maybe thirty percent seeds so not exactly convenient. As usual, Threshold had taken a look at the world as an industrial superpower, not as a foraging civilization. “You got no proof or I’d be under arrest, and besides why do you care? I’m the one losing money here, week after fucking week. I barely have enough to pay everyone plus the license…” “I don’t care but the city does, and the city does because Touhei does, and Touhei does because of the bauxite.” Another D-class worker approached with a heavy bag of red rocks over his shoulder. There had been a steady stream of such rocks being carried away, and the distant sound of jackhammers shook the jungle. Bauxite was the primary ore for aluminum, a material heavily used in the defense industry… and mana-infused aluminum was not valuable in the monetary sense. It was a strategic resource. “So the city will take care of this cycle and if we find that the output was, in fact, stable, you will lose the license. Simple as that.” “Who’s doing the raiding?” the woman asked. “I am. Now I’ve answered your questions as a courtesy. Be advised you’ll be fined three thousand creds for trespassing just as you've been warned not to do. And now, fuck off, or I’ll make you,” Nestra finished. The archer winced. Under the helmet, the eyes narrowed. That pride. Ah, so brittle. “I’d like to see you try, bi—” Nestra kicked the woman in the chest. The power of the blow cut her breath as she took off, but Narinrak was no pushover. The vegetation around Nestra’s feet mutated at blinding speed, growing spines and thorns glistening with translucent liquid. Poison. Interesting. Nestra stepped forward before they could wrap around her limbs. She was curious to know if it could penetrate her skin through her armor but not that curious. She raced after the airborne woman right before she crashed into a tree, except, it didn’t happen. The tree opened to receive her like a cozy chest. Nestra slammed into them both. The tree exploded in a shower of splinters. For the second time, Narinrak’s lungs took the brunt of the hit. Her back smashed against a red wall. Twin whips snaked towards Nestra who dodged low. One of them left a searing line down her back, but it wouldn’t be enough. She closed in and gave the poor spellsword a devastating cross. The stone cracked. Nestra grabbed the mage by the whips before she could recover, used them as ropes and then smashed her opponent against a nearby rock. Newly grown spikes tried to pierce her fingers. They failed. The whips detached from Narinrak’s gauntlet to protect her from yet another slam. The woman rolled to her feet though she was wobbly. Nestra tossed the whips aside. “So if it’s on the thorns it’s poison, not venom, right? Even if it technically stings you?” she asked in a conversational tone. Narinrak couldn’t reply because Nestra’d almost caved her ribs in twice by now. To her surprise, the archer rushed towards his boss. He was pretty fast too. “Alright, that’s enough.” She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her by the collar. “Enough with the bullshit. You’re going to get arrested and for what? She’s playing with you.” A wave of doubt clouded her eyes. He was right though. She was playing with the poor mage. To be fair, a nature hybrid fighter was a great matchup for Nestra. “I can take her,” Narinrak insisted. ‘You absolutely cannot. She’s toying with you. Stop it.” The guild master sulked in silence. The archer used that opportunity to hammer the point home. “I told you about the quotas. I warned you.” “I know,” Narinrak hissed.