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Book 3 - Chapter 45 - Corporate Negotiations
🕑 Added 2025-02-10 18:06:14 +0000 UTCBob met me just outside the shelter, and with the rest of my squad at our backs we wandered towards the building that Nyx had indicated. I wasn’t in any rush, if the Corpos saw me waiting they’d probably hightail it back topside before we could ‘talk’, so I took the time to check out the area.
Once the beavers had completed my tower, they’d slowly spiralled outwards conducting repairs on the nearby buildings. Nothing excessive, just repairing and reinforcing the exterior of the buildings, so they’d be structurally sound and fairly secure against antithesis attacks. They also installed shelters in the newly dug basement, fifth, and tenth floors.
This required a ton of materials, so I had to create another couple deconstruction crews to help. Although most of them went out to the nearby abandoned towns, I assigned a couple to deconstruct the decaying sky streets on the fifth and tenth levels.
I’m sure there was some grand plan for these roadways in the past, but after decades of neglect they were nothing more than a hazard to the community. Not only were they cracked and unstable, meaning one wrong step would send you tumbling five stories down to the next level, but every few months a piece would break off and crash into the street below. It had been a couple years since anyone had been killed by the debris, but enough was enough.
Those streets provided a lot of the raw materials required to reinforce the surrounding buildings, and when the beavers performed the upgrades they also created balconies and foot bridges between the buildings at those levels. Although most people still didn’t trust the upper paths, they were getting a lot more use now than they were before.
The downside of the upgrades is most of the buildings lost a lot of their character. The flaws that had been building up for years were covered up by a thin layer of Samurai grade concrete. It was starting to make the streets look like a row of uniform monoliths.
Most people didn’t give a shit, they were just happy they didn’t have to worry about gangs, or looters, being able to barge into their place whenever they wanted.
Thankfully some of the locals had started adding color back to the environment, either tagging or straight up painting the new exteriors. I think a lot of people were worried the bears might stop them if they tried, no one bothered to ask, but once they realized I didn’t care people jumped at the chance to pretty things up.
Despite their numbers, and the fact they’d been working for months non stop, the beavers weren’t even close to finishing the sector wide upgrades. By my estimation, they were about half done. That meant that if I ever decided to expand my operation outside of Sector Eleven it would probably take around a hundred and twenty years to fix up the undercity.
Yeah… I’d probably need to either scale up my operations, or figure out a way to optimize things a little bit.
As I strolled around the corner, finally approaching my destination, I immediately spotted Tri-Active’s people. They weren’t exactly being subtle.
There were two hover vehicles, a huge black luxury sedan which probably cost more than every single person in the undercity made in a year, combined, and a massive black SUV. Standing next to the vehicle were two men in black suits, handguns sitting out on display and cybernetic eyes glowing behind their tinted glasses. Like I said, not exactly subtle.
A small crowd had gathered in the street, staring distrustfully at the corporate goons, but they parted as soon as they saw me coming. The guards immediately stood up straight.
“Howdy boys, what brings you to my little corner of the undercity?” I asked, putting on my friendliest smile.
“Freelance security ma’am, for Tri-Active Incorporated. We don’t want any trouble,” the closest man replied, nervously.
“Really? Because I’ve heard rumors that Tri-Active has been wandering around my neighborhood handing out eviction notices. In my book, that’s the opposite of asking for trouble.” Behind me Bob cracked his knuckles, which created a horrific metal crunching noise.
“Fuck this, I told you they weren’t telling us everything,” the man in the back muttered. He squinted for just a moment, before slowly raising his hands. “We weren’t aware of the situation ma’am, we were just hired today to protect the Tri-Active team, and their vehicle. Apparently their last car was trashed the last time they were down here, and they wanted extra security.”
“How unfortunate for them,” I mumbled sarcastically.
“Where are you going? We paid your company for a week of protection, up front. You can’t just abandon us down here!” I heard a terse female voice hiss as two more security people exited the building.
“And our company makes it extremely clear within our contracts, we reserve the right to back out of any contract where the client lies about the extent of the expected threat,” the man at the back of the SUV yelled.
“We didn’t lie! You’re here to protect us against undercity thugs, that’s it! What did we leave out?” the woman hissed as she finally stepped out onto the landing. Dirty blond, about five foot nine, and in a spotless grey business and huge sunglasses. She stood out even more than her fucking car. Behind her came two more people, one a gorilla in a cheap suit, and the other a woman carrying a briefcase and tablet, probably an assistant.
The lead security guard silently pointed in my direction before growling, “We’re leaving.” The rest of the team quickly piled into the SUV, and were gone within seconds.
Left without her backup the woman smiled awkwardly at me. “You must be the famous Teddy.”
“I am. Which make you must be the Tri-Active suits that are trying to cause trouble in my neighborhood,” I grumbled, letting my smile drop.
“We have no interest in making trouble here, let me explain. My name is Miriam Hawthorne, head of property development at Tri-Active Incorporated. We specialize in identifying, and developing areas within samurai protected areas. Typically near their residences, or place of work,” Miriam explained.
“Right… so you thought you could come down here, snatch up the deeds for a couple buildings around me, evict the residents, and I wouldn’t care?” I felt my eyebrows raise a couple centimeters with each additional statement. “Did you bother to do any research about me prior to starting this insane scheme of yours?”
“I don’t see any issues with what we’re doing,” Miriam said coolly. “We purchased the buildings legally, and by renovating these places we can re-invigorate the area.”
“By driving out all the locals, who already have enough fucking problems as it is. I’m not making improvements so some yuppies can move in, but so the people around here have a chance to make a living. If I wanted to live by a bunch of fucking upper city assholes, I would have moved!” I snarled. “Stop trying to evict these people and get out of my neighborhood!”
“I can’t do that,” Miriam declared. “Tri-Active has already invested heavily in this project, and we already have customers lined up to purchase property down here.”
I stared at the woman for several seconds, actually confused. I didn’t know if she was crazy, or actually that confident she could get away with her little plan. “Have you ever dealt with a samurai before? Do you know what we’re capable of when you piss us off?”
“Of course. I frequently work with Charlotte DeBois, and the Family, setting up samurai protected housing areas,” the woman explained. She raised her chin slightly so she was literally looking down her nose at me.
“Yeah, well, I’m not like Charlotte. I don’t give a shit about corporate bullshit, just the people around here,” I growled, before getting an idea.
“You know, normally I’d just threaten you. Have Bob crumple your car into a tiny ball, then explain that my bears wouldn’t be protecting any property you buy. In fact they’d even spread the news that those buildings are unprotected; I’m sure your clients would love to have the local gangs stopping by on a daily basis,” I said casually walking back and forth next to the luxury vehicle, a small smile on my face.
Miriam looked significantly less haughty at that suggestion.
“But you know what? How about we go over the costs of your little project instead? Nyx, what are the fines for failing to maintain property?”
Dusty stepped forward and began stroking his chin with a paw.
“There aren’t any, at this time. If there were, most corporations would have gotten rid of their undercity property,” Nyx explained. For a second, Miriam looked hopefully, but then my AI continued. “However, if the government has to step in and perform repairs on a building, the owning corporation will be charged the full cost of the repairs, plus a thirty percent penalty.”
I turned towards the bear in mock surprise. “You don’t say! I just happen to be helping run the government for the last month or so. How much do you think the repairs on all Tri-Active’s buildings cost, at the current going rate?”
“Stabilizing the buildings, adding shelters, and reinforcing them with full Class II materials? Hundreds of billions, if not trillions,” Nyx replied, playing along.
“You can’t be serious,” Miriam squeaked. “That’s more than creating a bunch of mega-buildings from scratch. It would bankrupt the company.”
“That’s unfortunate,” I replied sarcastically. “But if you really wanted to avoid the penalties, I could take those deeds off you. Before you complain about the costs, I know you probably paid jack shit for them. No one cares about undercity property.”
Miriam stared at me in a combination of disgust and despair. “This is blackmail. I’ll inform the Family about this.”
“And when you do, they’ll probably laugh at you for trying to fuck with me. I kind of have a reputation,” I pivoted on my heel and looked the woman in the face. “Next time, do some fucking research.”
With that I turned, and started heading back home.
“I’ll give you until the end of the week to transfer those deeds over. Maybe let your friends know not to fuck with my neighborhood too!” I yelled over my shoulder. I’d nearly arrived at the corner when I remembered something important. I grinned at Bob, “Miriam’s car isn’t sufficiently round. Fix that before she gets in it, will you?”
Comments
Shannon Livingston
Nodders
Kahunabob
Spotted a typo (I haven't had much time to help proofread on the discord / google docs, sorry) When the hired security doesn't want trouble Teddy says: ... "In my book, that’s the opposite of *** asking for trouble." -> should have a "not" in place of the ***. Aside from that, Teddy enjoys bullying people that think they can pull one over on her. I love that about her character.
Joshua Millins
Naw let them be stupid. Then we get more Bob scenarios and those are always entertaining.
Shannon Livingston
After working with several reasonable samurai, Teddy was probably a wake up call. She's not exactly unreasonable, but she doesn't negotiate with people that fuck with her or her people. She might have even been reasonable if they approached her first, but alas... it was a nice car. :P
Shannon Livingston
;D
Shannon Livingston
True. But if you look at it from the corps point of view, how many samurai care about anyone outside their family, or their own building? Teddy is an anomaly in a lot of ways, that doesn't mean they shouldn't have done a little more researhc
Shannon Livingston
Nodders
Devin Jones
The Family (what are they the Mafia?) should publish a pamphlet for corporations about dealing with Samurai. It would start with a big bold cover title: "Don't f*ck with Samurai"
Joshua Millins
How incompetent was their research team? They know Teddy publicly refused to join the family because as far as Teddy is concerned the Family is just another corporation that does jackshit for the people. Mainly because it took a full on Hive incursion for anybody to actually notice or care to even check the undercity. The family tolerates Teddy being so insubordinate and hostile towards because she is a completely rogue element they can unleash like a feral wolverine on all those annoying corporate ghouls without repercussion. That and Teddy is possibly one of the single strongest Samurai in Calgary if not Canada that isn't using the Tier 3 or Tier 4 technology. Mainly because of her subordinates but in her own right she is a powerhouse.
Eyes wide
She is a poet. I was getting teary eyed, look how far our girl has come .
Irish Not Sane
I figured it was a cooperate thinking the family was protection while forgetting the family was created by samurai and not all samurai are family. They really do need some very valuable lessons and definitely don’t screw with Teddy and her under city
