“Are you sure we should be doing this?” the voice belonged to a well spoken young woman who was clearly nervous.
“Yah. Vat else kan ve do?” this voice was different, male, gutteral and raw, “Leaff vat’s left uf him here und let Herr Doktor sort it out ven he gets back.” He kicked the surgery door open and heaved a sack onto the metal table.
“If he gets back,” the young woman replied from the doorstep, apparently unwilling to enter
Her green-skinned companion stopped briefly to think about this, “Yah,” he chuckled “Dat’s a goot point halright. He kould be feesh fud for hall ve know.”
“Oh don’t!” the women said, “I’m sure Captain Vales will find him safe and well, won’t he?”
“Heh,” the jager snorted, passing her and closing the surgery door behind him, “I vouldn’ be so sure, dat Schteal Head kreep iz vun tough feesh man. Kome on, ve’ve left de schtiff so let’s get back to de Konsulate, huh?”
And they were gone, heading back to the city’s capital, taking the long route round less to avoid the criminal gangs (what Tong member in his right mind would take on a Jager, after all) but more to avoid the squalor and filth of the slums that lay between the surgery and the Wulfenbach Consulate.
From the window of the missing (presumed eaten) Dr Beck’s room, a man watched them go. He checked his watch: things were running to schedule, give or take, and now it was his turn. He picked up his battered leather bag and headed down to the surgery below.
Three hours later he read his typed autopsy report
Age: Unknown – approx. mid-twenties.
Cause of death: Localised explosion.
The subject was killed by a direst blast from what would appear to be a significant energy discharge. His entire lower body from his feet up to the bottom of his rib cage, along with his right arm, has been totally evaporated. The remainder of his torso shows signs of significant heat trauma consistent with a large energy discharge at close range, the burnt tissue and bone indicate a heat signature consistent with a directed blast of plasma. This would appear to match witness reports of the attack on the victim.
My conclusion is that the so called ‘pink robots’ currently seen around town are armed with a highly advanced energy weapon system currently beyond the technological capabilities of Steelhead.
My recommendation is that the public be warned to keep their distance from all of the robots and both the Europan Jagers and Qlippothic should increase their patrols.
The man sighed, it was strange to be back knowing what was happening so close-by. He wanted to go and stop it, help put an end to the torment, but he knew he couldn’t, not without upsetting so much of what he’d fought for. No, he was here for this and nothing more. With a last look around the old, familiar room, he sealed the single page in an envelope and wrote across the front, in large bold letters, “For The Immediate Attention of The Town Authorities”.
To be continued…
Links to other blogs and stories:
1) Hope Rides Alone is a tale told by Clara Corryong on the Steelhead Ning – you can read it here.
2) All my “Steal Head” posts can be read on my blog here and on the Steelhead Ning here.
3) The latest “Steal Head” Story So Far recap can be found here.
4) All my “Mutations” posts can be read here.