“I’m an executive.”
Then Crow went back to the device.
Basu lunged at Crow and sliced his arm off. The severed arm fell to the ground, still holding the unlocking mechanism. Crow shrieked. Bird blood sprayed down his suit and feathers.
“What the hell are you doing?” Crow squawked. “You’ll be executed for this!”
Basu twirled his iKatana at Crow.
“Not if I don’t kill you,” Basu said.
Crow let out a shrill squawk and whipped out his chain sickle. He swung it over his head and then launched it at Basu.
The obese ninja just stood there as the chain sickle wrapped around his body and then hooked into his hip. Crow shrieked a laugh and then tugged on his chain.
Nothing happened. Crow’s laughter came to a halt. He put all of his strength into jerking on the chain, but Basu wouldn’t budge. Crow looked at Basu with confused beady eyes.
Crow had always had the strength to toss around men twice his size after hooking them with his chain, but what Crow hadn’t calculated was that Basu wasn’t twice his size. He was over five times his size.
Basu glanced down at the chain and then grunted at him.
Crow quickly tried to pull the spool of chain out of the sleeve of his suit, but Basu was already wrapping his fingers around it.
There was a loud squawking cry as Basu tugged the chain as hard as he could, reeling the one-armed bird man toward him. Crow landed on the end of Basu’s iKatana. It went through his belly in the same spot that Crow had stabbed Keigo three years ago. He coughed blood out of his black beak as he slid off of the blade.
It was a painful, incapacitating wound, but the bird man would survive it.
As Basu untangled the chain from his flesh, Crow crawled with one arm back to the unlocking mechanism. Basu thought it was just like his old friend to never give up.
Before Crow could get to his severed arm, Basu pried the device out of the fingers and curled it into his armpit.
“Pathetic,” Basu said to Crow.
Then he took Oki by the hand and walked him away from the wounded animal.
“Pathetic?” Crow shrieked. “Look at you.”
Basu kept walking.
“All you can do is eat and destroy.” Crow’s beak leaned into a puddle of his blood as he yelled. “You’re the worst kind of human being there is. You act like you care. You pretend that you have honor. But the only thing you are good at is consuming and destroying everything around you.”
The morbidly obese ninja grunted as he walked away.
Then Basu was surrounded by two dozen ninjas. They stood silently like grim reapers, wearing all black clothing. They were from the Oekai Corporation. Oki looked up at Basu and the obese ninja took his hand, held it tight.
They stepped toward the lead ninja of the unit. The ninja stepped forward and unfolded a document. He held it up so that Basu could read it. The document was clearance to execute the Gomen executive, Crow. Basu looked down at the ninja and nodded his head, then he shoved him out of his way.
The Oekai ninjas turned their attentions toward Crow, who squawked a whimper and tried to crawl to his feet with his single arm. They drew swords from their scabbards and closed in on him.
Basu took Oki away from the scene. He held him close to his greasy flesh, and led him down a hill of garbage. They got far enough away that they didn’t hear Crow’s final screams.
At the bottom of the hill, there was a patch of dirt twenty feet long. Basu let go of the boy’s hand so he could wander. He knew how much the boy wanted to see what the ground looked like.
Oki stepped cautiously across the soil, the smiling holo-frog hopping casually behind him. Then he looked back at Basu.
“This is it?” Oki said. “This is the ground?”
Basu grunted.
“It’s so boring,” Oki said.
Basu approached the boy and knelt down to him.
“I told you there was nothing special about it,” Basu said.
Oki scanned the dirt, shaking his head. He was so unimpressed that he didn’t know what
Then Crow went back to the device.
Basu lunged at Crow and sliced his arm off. The severed arm fell to the ground, still holding the unlocking mechanism. Crow shrieked. Bird blood sprayed down his suit and feathers.
“What the hell are you doing?” Crow squawked. “You’ll be executed for this!”
Basu twirled his iKatana at Crow.
“Not if I don’t kill you,” Basu said.
Crow let out a shrill squawk and whipped out his chain sickle. He swung it over his head and then launched it at Basu.
The obese ninja just stood there as the chain sickle wrapped around his body and then hooked into his hip. Crow shrieked a laugh and then tugged on his chain.
Nothing happened. Crow’s laughter came to a halt. He put all of his strength into jerking on the chain, but Basu wouldn’t budge. Crow looked at Basu with confused beady eyes.
Crow had always had the strength to toss around men twice his size after hooking them with his chain, but what Crow hadn’t calculated was that Basu wasn’t twice his size. He was over five times his size.
Basu glanced down at the chain and then grunted at him.
Crow quickly tried to pull the spool of chain out of the sleeve of his suit, but Basu was already wrapping his fingers around it.
There was a loud squawking cry as Basu tugged the chain as hard as he could, reeling the one-armed bird man toward him. Crow landed on the end of Basu’s iKatana. It went through his belly in the same spot that Crow had stabbed Keigo three years ago. He coughed blood out of his black beak as he slid off of the blade.
It was a painful, incapacitating wound, but the bird man would survive it.
As Basu untangled the chain from his flesh, Crow crawled with one arm back to the unlocking mechanism. Basu thought it was just like his old friend to never give up.
Before Crow could get to his severed arm, Basu pried the device out of the fingers and curled it into his armpit.
“Pathetic,” Basu said to Crow.
Then he took Oki by the hand and walked him away from the wounded animal.
“Pathetic?” Crow shrieked. “Look at you.”
Basu kept walking.
“All you can do is eat and destroy.” Crow’s beak leaned into a puddle of his blood as he yelled. “You’re the worst kind of human being there is. You act like you care. You pretend that you have honor. But the only thing you are good at is consuming and destroying everything around you.”
The morbidly obese ninja grunted as he walked away.
Then Basu was surrounded by two dozen ninjas. They stood silently like grim reapers, wearing all black clothing. They were from the Oekai Corporation. Oki looked up at Basu and the obese ninja took his hand, held it tight.
They stepped toward the lead ninja of the unit. The ninja stepped forward and unfolded a document. He held it up so that Basu could read it. The document was clearance to execute the Gomen executive, Crow. Basu looked down at the ninja and nodded his head, then he shoved him out of his way.
The Oekai ninjas turned their attentions toward Crow, who squawked a whimper and tried to crawl to his feet with his single arm. They drew swords from their scabbards and closed in on him.
Basu took Oki away from the scene. He held him close to his greasy flesh, and led him down a hill of garbage. They got far enough away that they didn’t hear Crow’s final screams.
At the bottom of the hill, there was a patch of dirt twenty feet long. Basu let go of the boy’s hand so he could wander. He knew how much the boy wanted to see what the ground looked like.
Oki stepped cautiously across the soil, the smiling holo-frog hopping casually behind him. Then he looked back at Basu.
“This is it?” Oki said. “This is the ground?”
Basu grunted.
“It’s so boring,” Oki said.
Basu approached the boy and knelt down to him.
“I told you there was nothing special about it,” Basu said.
Oki scanned the dirt, shaking his head. He was so unimpressed that he didn’t know what
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