Chương 671: Chapter Fifty - Potluck!

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I was worried that Shy would continue to be... well, herself, but Tankette turned out to be an expert at teasing some conversation out of the girl.

"Ah, yes, this is... well, it's a little embarrassing," Tankette said. She set down a plate in the middle of the table in the living room. It was one of those self-assembled tables that came in a box, and it wasn't all that well assembled. Still, I couldn't be angry about that, not when she'd just set down a platter of cheeses and crackers. Not the super-expensive sort either. They were like... normal ass crackers and little blocks of cheddar. I scooted to the end of the couch and...

look, I wasn't racist, but my white ass and cheese went together like taxes and fraud.

"It's very nice," Shy said. She set down the thing they'd been talking about for the last couple of minutes. One of Tankette's little models. It was a teeny tiny scale model of Tankette's own tank, the one with the extendable kitchen thing in the back that she'd used around New Montreal.

"Cute," I said past a mouthful of... oh shit, was that havarti? Damn, most of the cheese I'd had was that super processed shit. But Lucy and I had once shoplifted a whole brick of the stuff out of a grocery once because there was a way to slip it past the self-checkout.

"My husband and I actually met over models, if you'd believe it," Tankette said. She smiled, wiping her hands on her apron.

"It's not the cutest story."

"Oh, um, I wouldn't mind hearing it," Shy replied. She reached out and gingerly took a cracker to nibble on, one hand under her mouth to keep crumbs from falling onto the floor. That had me slow down my own eating a little. The front of my shirt had a smattering of crackers on it. Tankette shook her head, but she launched into the story anyway.

"It was... I think twenty-two years ago? Which really ages me, doesn't it? Anyway, I picked up the hobby from my father, and it was a relatively cheap way to unwind. There was a sale at a local shop that was closing its doors. I went, and found a model on a shelf. I grabbed one end, and John grabbed the other at the same time. We argued, but it quickly turned into flirting."

"Over plastic models?" I asked. Shy and Tankette both gave me looks, as if I was clearly outside of the loop, which I supposed I was. Fortunately, I was saved when the man in question walked into the living room. He was... boring to look at. Half a head taller than Tankette, with the wiry build of someone who doesn't exercise much but who walked a lot for work, though Tankette's cooking had left a mark around his gut.

"Ah, honey, these are the guests you mentioned?" he asked as he came over.

"Pleasure to meet you!"

"Hey," I said.

"Hello," Shy muttered. Weird to think that Tankette was all married up and whatever. A glance at that full-wall bookshelf and the picture in frames on it showed that the wedding had been a while ago. A younger Tankette, in a nice dress, next to her husband back before he had a dad bod going on. And it was a dad bod. They had kids. Three of them, from the looks of it.

There were pictures of them young, then not so young, then a more recent image that couldn't be more than a year or so old, of Tankette, her husband, and two of her kids. Even a baby. I really wanted to ask how old she was, but even I knew better than to be that indelicate.

"So, how long have you two been together?" I asked. It was Small Talk 101.

"Eighteen years," he said.

"Nineteen," Tankette corrected.

"And if you forget our twentieth anniversary, it might all end there." There was no sting in her words, and it was delivered with a cheeky smile.

"Ah, you forget once, and then she never forgets," he said with a shake of his head. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

"You'd think he'd be good with numbers," she replied. Her husband laughed.

"You'd think! Ah, I'm an accountant at the New Montreal branch of HelixCo. Have you heard of us?"

"No," I admitted.

"What does HelixCo do?" He shrugged.

"Mostly weapons and armour for high-end corporate security. If you've ever seen a corporate C-suit's bodyguards, then you've likely seen some of the stuff we've made. A certain percentage of our products are derived from Samurai technology and patents as well!"

"Uh-huh," I said. Then I endured a long spiel about his opinion on corporate accounting, and how it was a vitally important job. A glance at Tankette revealed that she was smiling through it all, patiently waiting for him to get to the end of his babbling.

"John, dear, I don't think the girls care much for accounting," she finally said.

"Ah, yes, well, I suppose that it's not for everyone. Sorry, I've had a lot on my mind lately," he said. He was so bashful about it that I couldn't find it in me to hate the guy. I wasn't equipped to see what Tankette saw in the dude physically, but I supposed he had a sort of harmless, nerdy charm to him or something. Tankette smiled at me, meeting my eyes for a moment.

"So, why did you come all the way over here, Stray Cat?" she asked.

"Ah, call me Cat," I said. Sure, Stray Cat was my samurai handle, but like... it felt weird coming from her.

"Certainly!" Tankette said.

"Right, so, Deus Ex, do you know her?"

"I do. Well, from television," she replied.

"It's very strange to think that I'm, on some level, her peer. I still just feel like myself."

"I get that," I lied.

"But yeah, she's responsible for New Montreal in some ways, and she's not the responsible sort, so she foisted her work onto my poor as-- uh, my poor behind. So I'm going around, checking up on all the newer Samurai that live around here. You, Hedgehog, Gros Baton, Shy here."

"That's awfully kind of you," she said.

"Thanks? That's not the only thing, of course, but it's what I wanted to start with. Have you been having any trouble or anything?" Tankette shook her head, then paused.

"I would love to say no, but that wouldn't quite be the truth. I've been receiving some rather unsolicited mail as of late. My AI companion has been good about reminding people not to push any boundaries, but... ah, my neighbours were evicted recently. I checked to make sure they were in new houses of equal quality, and they were all moved to places that are bigger and better at least, but now there are empty lots all around our home."

"Who did that?" I asked.

"The landlords," John said.

"It's standard procedure, I think."

"Huh, alright. Bit weird, but I honestly kind of get it. That offer I made earlier still stands."

"I might visit your place, then," Tankette replied.

"I..." Shy began, and we all went quiet to listen, which shut her up for a moment.

"I've seen Stray Cat's home. It's nice? The, the rest of the building as well, I think."

"Well, that's nice," Tankette said.

"What do you think, John?"

"It would depend on the budget, of course. Who owns the location? Are there apartments for rent?" I shrugged.

"Iunno. I bought the top floors for myself, Gomorrah has a few more. I don't know who owns the rest, but if they try to be stingy about things, then they're really not smart, or seeing the graffiti on the walls." Tankette giggled for some reason.

"Well, we'll look into it. Otherwise, though, things have been well. My children have been worried about my new career path, but I promised them that I wouldn't take too many risks, or that I'd stop being their mother."

"That's cool," I said.

"If that's all, then that's great. The other thing was... I don't know how much you want to get involved, but I'm arranging this big meeting with some big gangs, to tell them to calm down. It'd be nice to have your help for that. I don't know how to do big events well, and you were great with the army at the Big Gun site."

"I've done some catering work before," she said.

"And a few potlucks."

"Potlucks, huh," I said.

"Yeah, this'll be something like that, kinda, if you squint."