Old Lou will be this month’s Patreon story, and I can’t wait to have people read it. It’s a standalone, too – and thank God. Look, I enjoy the Fermi Resolution world quite a bit and I think people will like it, but I’ve been steeped in this book and universe for how long this year? It’s nice to just make stuff up as I go without having to look it up in my notes first.
The ones inside were worse than cultists; they were cultists with discipline. Nobody came barreling out of the single door of the main office, and as I got closer to it I saw that the picture window had been bricked up completely and covered with something that looked like curtains from a distance. I guess nobody normal was using this ‘storage center’ for anything. So, that meant throwing the corpse I was carrying through the window was right out for a distraction, so I settled for instead throwing the corpse through the door itself.
The people inside riddled the corpse with bullets, naturally. That’s what you do when you’re doing an ambush. But what I was doing after throwing the corpse wasn’t following it: instead, I ran and leaped up, both at full effort.
Remember all that stuff earlier about “mediocre Olympic athlete?” Yeah, that’s what I can do safely. But when I push myself I can manage a bit more. I don’t like doing it, because every bit of extra effort is one less bit dedicated to keeping Old Lou on his leash, and he needs a really strong leash. But, as I scrambled up and over the lip of the roof, I could tell he liked where I was going with this. I was counting on that as I twisted off the bolt holding the access hatch to the roof.
Ah, cultists. The rats of the esoteric world. Or are they the cockroaches?