Stray Cat Strut

Chapter Eighty - No Country For Old Cats

"Die young. It's not worth it, being old."

--Slogan of the Young Bloods, PMC group, 2051

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"Myalis, is that thing dead?" I asked.

Death confirmed. Points deposited.

"How many?" I asked even as I allowed myself to slump back. There was some crap on my seat that dug into my back. Oh, and I could see the sunlight through the walls of my mech, which meant that shit had been way closer than I liked.

You received two thousand points for the elimination of that Model Thirty-Three.

That was it? Then again, a chunk of that was split with Invincible. Maybe even ToeJam, if he'd damaged it and survived. Which meant that big fucker was worth a heap of points.