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The Bus and the Hotel
By Thomas Hobbes

 

The Bus and the Hotel



A William Gibson/Count Zero inspired fanfiction.



Turner had been a soldier in his own right for most of his adult life, although he'd never worn
a uniform. A mercenary, his employers vast corporations warring covertly for control of entire
economies. He was a specialist in the extraction of top executives and research people. The
multinationals he worked for would never admit that men like Turner existed.


He stood looking out a window from an old apartment building at a large hotel. A few military
looking men stood on the roof. A jet-black helicopter, a white IBM logo tattooed on the side,
hovered a few hundred feet away.


A pair of large companies had designated this hotel as neutral ground, IBM and Hosaka, in a
technology transfer between several top scientists. Even the largest companies occasionally
let their top people meet, but only under the strictest possible security, sometimes even that
was not enough - like this time.


An electro-optical guided anti-air missile streaked out towards the hovering helicopter. The
helicopter's chopping noise-changed pitch and frequency as the helicopter's pilot was warned
by an incessant beeping noise, the helicopter's nose dropped and the composite rotor's speed
increased. It was already too late and the pilot knew it, but she had to try. The helicopter
was dropping and speeding up when the missile slammed into the rear, turning the helicopter
from a sleek bird-of-prey with the latest high-tech weapons to a falling piece of wreckage,
heading for the hard, concrete ground.


Turner turned his head away from the window; tired of watching the destruction he caused. He
was thinking about that asshole Conroy, saying that it was going to be an easy mission, yeah
right, he had already racked up nearly a million in hard New Yen in expenses. Wonder who
Conroy's plant is this time, Turner thought as he headed for the elevator, maybe the Frenchman,
he had been hanging around too much, guess I'll have to kill him later if he screws up the
mission. Turner broke free from his thoughts as the elevator dinged reaching the garage; he
glanced down at the small video screen in his hands, one hand keeping the door closed, watching
the crowd gathering outside the hotel to look at the wreckage of the helicopter. His brown eyes
narrowed as he saw a few people in the crowd moving purposefully to surround the hotel in a
protective barrier. He mentally shrugged; it wouldn't matter to his plan.


As he let the elevator's doors open he saw his assembled crew, five men and two women. "Let's
role" Turner said quietly. The people scattered, heading to the Mitsu-G supplied limo, the bus
and a pair of Singapore PAC's (Personal Armored Cars), a knock off of the British Land Rover,
designed for private security forces. As the people got in Turner thought of the other member
of the team, a cowboy sitting in an expensive hotel room across town getting ready to throw the
hotel off the matrix, destroying their security net for a short time. Turner climbed into the
bus and sat down in the poorly upholstered seat and felt the bus rumble as the engine caught,
smoothing out as the fuel cells stabilized the power flow. He tried not to think of the bomb
wired to the bus by an outlaw tech, Oakey was his name. The bomb's core was ten kilos of
recrystallized hexogene and flaked TNT, more then enough to blow most buildings.


The man driving was French, Jean Milan, with a decent record in these kinds of operations but
he was the most likely candidate for Conroy's plant so his life was forfeit.


The small convoy roared down the dusty streets, no one out as the sun sank below the wavering
horizon. As they turned a corner and the hotel came into view Turner took out a small remote
control unit and pressed a button. Triggered by the signal the PAC's skidded to a halt on
either side of the hotel's doors, dual machine guns popping out of their roofs, training on the
hotel doors. A second missile launcher lighted up and both of them began to fire from their
rooftops down into the hotel's roof, destroying the top three floors. Turner braced for impact
as the bus crashed through the hotel doors in a hail of sparks and debris. In the matrix the
hotel disappeared as the cowboy killed any and all connections to the outside world throwing
the surviving security personnel into confusion as their free flow tactical links shut down.
Turner readied his gun, an S&W Tactical, .408 with a xenon projector slung underneath. As the
bus stopped it's headlong rush Turner called out to Jean who turned around just in time to meet
a .408 slug moving at around Mach 10. Turner stepped over the headless body on his way to the
kitchen where the defector, Chauvex was waiting. He grabbed Chauvex on his way out to the
Mitsu-G limo waiting for them.


In the lobby IBM and Hosaka security personnel stood stunned, backups beginning to converge
just in time for the dual machine guns on the PAC's to spew death at seven thousand rounds a
minute. Emptying their magazines in barely 20 seconds they sped away, tires squealing, the
machine guns retracting, leaving behind a field of dead bodies. Turner gestured out the rear
window, pointing to the hotel "watch" he told Chauvex and pressed another button on his remote
control unit. The hotel blew apart, the fireball spewing more pollution into the atmosphere,
secondary fires starting as the main fireball slowly faded. Turner looked back at Chauvex's
stunned face "Welcome to Mitsu-G".



Glossary



IBM - International Business Machine. The largest computer/console zaibatsu headquartered in
NAFTA.

Mitsu-G - The third largest computer/console zaibatsuheadquartered in Japan, before it lost its
gene division to a bio bomb it was the largest zaibatsu in the world.

Hosaka - The second computer/console zaibatsu headquartered in Japan.

New Yen - Former worldwide monetary system, now semi legal or illegal (depending on the country)
money usually used to transact deals where you want no record of it happening.

Cowboys or console jockeys- Hackers.

 

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