Cut Man's New Life
I have it in a shoulder armlock. It's face is on the ground. I had already disabled the other ones. The device the police force's technicians lent me. Can stun any being and disable any machine. The person attacking earth, has started using robots too.
The Rangers are almost done. The giant enemy mech exploding in the distance. It will be close again. But the city won't be damaged, more than it already has been.
"Have the civilians been evacuated?" I scream towards an army officer, he is very shaken and the soldiers are panicking. The have never seen enemies like these and the scale of the mechs compared to their weapons. Being dwarfed completely by comparison. "Lieutenant focus! Have they been evacuated?" "Yes the last ones are leaving now!" "Withdraw your troops! ""We are not authorized, to follow your orders." "Call the Head Command and give them this code: alpha, delta, romeo, charlie, one, two, niner!"
He calls on the portable radio. The trucks start and the soldiers get on, they leave.
I look at the city beautiful glass buildings built in various shapes, green trees lining the streets. It has been 20 years. Who could have thought I could grasp ideas like beauty and emotions?
I forget all that because people are still in danger.
I get on my motorcycle. The engine starts as I kick, the kick starter. The V4 roaring and the supercharger spooling up. I move through the gears. Chasing towards the smoke at the residential areas.
What! There are still people here! "Why are you still here?!" I'm screaming. A young woman is panicking. "HELP ME PLEASE! MY DAUGHTER IS INSIDE!" Immediately I drop my bike. I'm running. The complex has 4 floors, 8 apartments , each apartment has 5 rooms. In total 160 rooms. Apartment 3C the door is broken and the metal door frame has collapsed. I cant enter here. "Can you hear me? Just scream I'll find you." "...aaahhhh..." the voice is very soft. She is in the bathroom. I used the sound of her voice and the floor plan I downloaded. Calculating the movement of sound on the walls to determine her location. I move to Apartment 3D.
I kick the door it flies straight to the end of the living area shattering when it hits the wall. Immediately moving through the walls using the shortest route. Punching or knocking them down with my metallic body. I'm inside. I rip the tiles from the walls of the apartment. I put my hand on the concrete I vibrate my hands, using the wall like a speaker. I tell the little girl to cover her head and move to the backside of the toilet, facing away from me. She moves so slowly. My advanced vision easily seeing through the wall. She will need immediate medical treatment. She is behind the toilet. I punch the wall destroying in instantly. I grab the showers curtain, rip the toilet out of the floor throw it through the window.
I pick up the small figure and in one motion wrap her completely in the curtain. While holding her like a ball inside me. I jump out of the building through the bathrooms wall. She is inside my arms and legs. I fall like a ball outside skidding on the grass behind the building. She is breathing very faintly. The air relief is almost here. The young woman outside has been rescued. I open my left side chest cavity. The emergency rebreather is on her mouth. The area is not safe. I move to a safer one. I put the girl down and cover her with an emergency blanket. Still 5 minutes till they arrive. I open my right chest cavity. I release my aerial drones. I can't move and survey at the same time. Are there other people still here?
The little girl has been evacuated. Her life is no longer in danger. I connect the young woman with the aerial rescue crew. Using the international satellite network. I am informed she understands, her daughter is safe. My drones return. I could not find anyone alive. I return to my bike. Luckily it can still function. I bind the broken pieces with tape securely. Even the smallest piece of debris can cause an accident. I contact Interpol. I upload my body camera footage for analysis. I'm going to patrol the affected areas, to search for survivors.
Unfortunately there are only dead bodies in this area. I will move onto the next area. The situation has stabilized enough. The authorities and the emergency crews have arrived. The area is being secured and evidence is being gathered. Just like all the other times, as if like magic the soldiers of the invading entity have disappeared. When defending civilians, I had killed them on multiple occasions. When the attack was over and the battle done, even the corpses didn't remain they just disappear.
"CM!CM! OVER HERE! DID YOU WRECK YOUR BIKE AGAIN? I'M BETTING BIG MONEY!" Police officers Ricky and Bigs. My comrades. "I don't do it on purpose!" "YES!" "Never mind all that, you shouldn't be shouting so loudly. What if the big boss hears you?"
"The police should be setting a better example and not betting on my financial disasters." "Don't worry, the big boss also has money riding on it. Lots of new guys, who wouldn't believe, you'd just drop your bike. The fairings must be so thin from you shining it constantly. Some of the ladies use it to put makeup on." "It's terrible again. how many?" asks Biggs "20398 bodies, I'm very sure that number is correct. I have used every camera and phone still laying here in the city to calculate this number." "Another disaster! Why can't they fight elsewhere!" screams Biggs out of frustration.
We all stay quiet.
I've met the Rangers before. They immediately attacked me. Still pisses me off, but cant blame them.
I look so much different, from when Dr Wily made me. I lost my cute paper cutter head. I'm not orange anymore. I have been pieced together from so many pieces of different parts. Ex-military parts, prototype parts, experimental tech and police parts. I stand 6 foot tall not like my short stuff original size. I've got a head that looks like a "cool hero" is what the kids at the house call me. I'm completely metallic silver. I tried painting myself orange but the fights and disasters I'm in. The paint chips off so fast, its not worth it. I wear clothes. Not like when I was young. Normally a business suit with tie and leather shoes. When on patrol or incase of an attack, a bright orange workers jacket and underneath strengthened clothing similar to a military uniform with military boots.
Sometimes I think back was I wearing my military clothes? Then I remember I had training that day and was wearing my civilian clothes. Plain white T-shirt and jeans with sneakers.
They wrecked me totally. Luckily the store owner stopped them, by stepping in front of me. They didn't even apologize. But their smugness pisses me off the most. When I help with the clean up and we have to put the deceased into the body bags. I feel I want to punch them. Still it's a war. I cant fight the enemy, so we can only rely on them. We have finished the shift. "CM why don't you take a break?" "Don't worry I can still work." "If you break down, we can't replace you and I don't know how to service you." I'm not sure what he means with 'service' but sure." "Thanks boss. Can I start with the paperwork?" "Don't worry Ricky has been doing nothing lately. He'll finish it." "..." Ricky stays quiet. "Come over here CM" "Yes boss"
"Thanks again CM. We really appreciate your hard work. Even though the police big wigs, don't want to make you a permanent. You are one of the boys! You understand CM?"
"Thank you boss..." I feel like this is the feeling you get, when you want to cry.
"Here is something for you. Hope this can help with damage."
Boss extends his hand I shake it. The Boss leaves. I've got a glass jar filled to the brim with zenny bills. Written in blue marker on a sticker it says
"Cut-Mans-Bike-Disaster-Fund"
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