The plot took 3 days to get to Arabia and a day to get out, totalling around a week with all the extracurricular entertainments we had on the way back. And on the way back, I came across a familiar face in, previously known as, Kyrgyzstan.
Back when I used to work as a simple accountant for the Corp., I frequently came to Kyrgyz to pick up cheap fruits. And when I came to Kyrgyz, a friend of mine named Anna always asked me to go hiking across mountains. Usually without any certain objective, we hiked the mountains for hours at a time. Not to mention I can’t walk far; the usual length was a day. But on one occasion, she almost died due to her not knowing the route and its inhabitants. As there was the Corp. in the mountains, recuperating and making a checkpoint there, we came across them. And they didn’t know who I was and immediately shot us with all their might. Thankfully she only suffered a neck bruise from shrapnel of a bullet hitting the rock behind us. We quickly fled the point soon after. And after half a decade or so, I meet her again but as a tourist.
“Oh! Who would this be? Long time no see, Li. It’s been ages since you helped me out of that mess. Anyways, what brings you here? And who would be that?” asks Anna while eating raspberry.
“Yeah, so, this is Cecile, a relative from my late father’s side and a co-worker of mine.” I answer her while taking one of her raspberries.
“Since when did foxes started eating raspberries?” asks her, cheerfully.
As long as I can remember, I was called a fox. Whether it is a “Snow Fox” or a “Lazy Fox”, I’ve always been a fox. But I’ve always eaten raspberries, even blueberries. It was the prime reason I came to Kyrgyz as often as I did.
After we laughed a bit, she takes us to a nearby inn. As strange as it is, the reason I bought fruit from here is that I used to make wine out of it. But the 13 Tailed Kitsune, or any other bar, had enough to go around. Yet I only drank the ones I made myself. Not to tell I can’t get drunk; it was a weird thing to do.
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At the inn, Anna and Cici went out to talk a bit and get some souvenir. As I was left with the task of bundling our cargo, I could finally empty my pockets of the heavy equipment we carried. “A disassembled anti-mat rifle, 2 SBR, attachments for the SBR, adaptive armour plates, 1 EDC kit, first aid pack, compact armour and a telecom kit” I count as the 20kg cargo was laid on the ground.
While I repacked the equipment, Anna and Cici were having a great time. From what Cici said, they shopped through the mall, encountered a mugger, dealt with him, disrupted anti-resurgence and burned down a brothel of some sorts.
When I asked her the specifics, Cici said, “We first went to a mall to buy some food for the trip. But we were side-tracked and bought a lot of fruit. Here eat this. After we left the mall, some idiot came out of nowhere with only a knife to mug us. And to my surprise, Anna is really good at shooting. He ran when I disarmed him and I missed my knife throw but she pulled out a pistol and shot him twice, right in the spine. After we disposed of the body into the nearby river, a group of 14 or so people were under the bridge with some explosives. I asked them what they were doing and they must’ve seen us throw the body into the river as they immediately asked us to join them and threatened us if we were to decline. But they were too incompetent – I asked for Anna’s pistol and shot them all. From what they were doing and with their IDs being intact, I assume they weren’t from the Corp. On the way back here, we heard someone call for a help. Upon a closer look, some prick kicked out a girl with nothing but a light robe. She was a bit bruised and sleep deprived and she told us that the building she was kicked out of was a brothel of some sorts. So, we went in there; Anna distracted the receptionist and asked for a direction to the inn as I planted the explosives I got from the bridge people, and on the way out, I told the girls to run as fast as they can out of the building with as much valuables as they can carry. And the brothel exploded. Turns out the bridge people had a good supplier and their explosives almost matched ours. And here we are now.”
Quite the night and we departed the next day. And thanks to Anna, we went out of the country in a lightning train, straight back to the homeland.