Doomsday Girl by Blaze Ward

Author:Blaze Ward
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781644703717
Publisher: Knotted Road Press

Scene Eighteen

Wyatt had Doomripper slung across his back and Brunhilde on his thigh. He wanted his hands free. Gloves against thorns and shit. Black on black on black.

Only thing he hadn’t done was smear stuff on his face to add stripes, but he figured he was dealing with security guards tonight, rather than competent folks on watch and alert.

Gates were the obvious trap. And the place you hung sensors. Simple electromagnet that broke a circuit if a door opened more than a few inches. Even aristos around here wouldn’t be able to afford replacing expensive electronics constantly, with them exposed to rain and weather, to say nothing of weird animals wandering along and rubbing their heads or musk on something.

Simple.

At the same time, he had to assume that the person who designed it wasn’t a dumbass.

So he went right up to the brick wall and tested it for fingerholds. Trees had been cut back enough that only a flying squirrel or a really desperate cat could leap to the top of the fence from a branch, but that meant that he had space to work.

It had been a while. Good to practice the old skills.

Maybe he needed to install a rock-climbing wall in the cargo bay. They had about five meters of vertical column in a few places.

He dug fingers and toes into gaps and lifted himself. Helped that the wall was under three meters tall. He could almost reach up and touch the top on his tiptoes. Didn’t take long to get up where he was peeking over, one hand carefully holding the other side, in case some asshole had embedded broken glass or something in the top.

Nothing. Smooth brick, two brick widths and a length, like they had done a core perpendicular to the facings. Probably dropped deadman posts deep into the ground every few meters to anchor everything.

Pretty, from the way he could feel it. Night-acclimated eyes studied the top and found no wires. He would assume no basic light sensors, because they would have to run the whole width of the back, corner to corner.

Looking both ways, no posts stuck up with sensors in them.

Primitive. Basic.

Excellent.

Inside, the grounds were lit enough to let someone walk around if they wanted to. Posts about calf tall with umbrellas shedding light down to show walkways. Pretty garden back here, but entirely decorative from the shape of things.

Not like Last Stand, where they had all those spare pots filled with herbs and vegetables. Made dinner more interesting, though he supposed that he could eat some of those plants over there, after digging up all that old training on wilderness survival. Edible, medicinal, functional, toxic.

Wyatt pulled himself up onto the top of the wall and sat straddling it like a horse. He let the night sounds surround him. Light breeze out of the southwest. Clouds had fully covered the sky, so it was darker sooner.

Middle of local summer and it might still be day around here. Helped that folks tended to run a later schedule on Glaford.

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