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The Crime of the Future
Author: Riley Meachem “You eat before you got here? Because, …
Instinctive
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer
It’s an awful mess.
Jamie chuckles.
I stop myself from snarling at him. Taking an extra breath before replying, I manage to keep my tone curious.
“You find something funny about mass death, Mister Crea?”
He looks at me and nods, acknowledging the anger behind my civil query.
“Inappropriate gut reaction, Chief. It’s just that colour-coded carnage means we can at least map the fallen.”
I look about again. Oh gods, he’s right.
“I’m reluctantly going to have to allow you that. So, humans are the mainly red patches, Gorontodin are mainly blue, Chaszix are purple. You have a lead on the yellow?”
“Mactine war machines. Look like Mactine, act like Mactine, but are completely artificial.”
That’s a new one on me. I simply nod. The Chief, after all, knows everything. Whether me choosing not to comment is down to being ignorant or being taciturn is only for me to know.
Suki steps carefully around the deepest bits.
“What about the green?”
Jamie and I chorus.
“Eddubar.”
The three of us turn to the lurid orange smear that goes up the wall to a sizeable orange-rimmed hole in the ceiling. Looking at the floor below it, I can see a ring of orange splashes. There was a lot of force involved.
I point.
“Any takers?”
Jamie shakes his head.
“Mystery to me.”
Suki shrugs.
“Not a clue, although I’m curious as to whether punching through the ceiling was a dodge or a side-effect of being hit.”
“Bit of both, mainly dodge. That’s the killer leaving.”
I turn to look at the new arrival and speaker: cheap suit, ragged hair, scarred face. She has a dazzling smile, though.
“This is an active crime scene, madam. I presume you have authorisation to be in it?”
She waves her forearm in our direction and a Ministry of Force hologram appears.
“Daneela Chang, officers. I’m here because of what leaves orange ichor when it gets cut.”
Ministry of Force. The civilian interface of the Pherdubus Military.
Jamie grins at her.
“No need to be coy.”
Daneela gives him a glance I can’t get a read on, then shrugs.
“It’s a Pasvit. Judging by the hole it put in the ceiling, whichever of the victims about us got in the last shot managed to blow a hole in the Kangaraptor big enough to make it react instinctively.”
Pasvit make bioengineered assassins, with a range tailored for every sort of murder you could want to inflict.
Daneela points towards the ceiling.
“Anybody checked upstairs yet?”
That’s a good question. We arrived after-action. Where are the patrollers? I look about, then put a summons out. A couple of moments later a junior officer sticks his head through the doorway.
“Looking for Chief Notol?”
I raise a hand.
“Who cleared the upstairs post-incident?”
He checks, then looks worried.
“Not showing anyone on action or scene briefs.”
Daneela produces a slivergun from somewhere, rushes to stand in the ring of orange, then levitates through the hole in the ceiling. I wish we had access to top-end tech. It’d make our lives so much easier.
More importantly: shooting doesn’t start. A few moments later, she floats back down.
“Good news: You’ve got a large kangaroo-lizard corpse lying by the doorway up there. Took a burner through the upper chest, bled out before it could escape.”
Jamie whistles.
“Overexertion from smashing through the ceiling. Had it walked out, it might have made it.”
Daneela looks impressed.
“That would be my assessment. In this case, the instinctive reaction was the wrong one.”
Luckily for us.