“God damn it! I got my snake stuck in the pipe!”
Snickers from the rest of the team came over the commlink. Yeah, Roy knew that he’d not here the last of this for some time.
“Roy, looks like the target’s daughter is returning home. You need to stop playing with your snake and get out of there.”
“Yeah, I’m seeing it on the Noizquito’s camera. Just a second.” A couple months ago Roy wouldn’t have the strength to yank the festo sewer snake free of the pipe. But since turning into an ork, it was a minor feat of strength. It was one of the few benefits of the alien virus he’d been exposed to and that had now spread worldwide turning a small but significant amount of the world’s population into metahumans.
The freed drone seemed to have only minor damage from the forceful extraction from the pipe.
“Ok, trying this again, but with the exhaust pipe for the dryer.”
The AR display showed the snake’s sensor interpretation of the pipe. The dryer exhaust pipe was much easier to maneuver the snake through.
A quick view of the display showed the daughter and a gang of friends were almost at the house. To late to get out of here without being seen, time to deal with the gaggle of angst ridden emo teenagers. Roy stepped out from behind the bushes.
From high in the sky the noizquito fed a stream of data to the team showing a group of teenagers walking down the street. There uniform is black, ill-fitting and androgynous. Both the boys and girls were wearing tight black skinny jeans, eyeliner, too-small cardigans, striped T-shirts, facial piercings and Converse sneakers. Their hair is black swept over the face, spiky or striped or pinned back with cute hairclips or a bandana. Andre had seen less diversity in appearance at military parades.
“That band is so embarrassing, even my mom has heard of them. I…” Raven says as a six foot six, two hundred and seventy pound ork jumps out from behind the bushes. Screaming incoherently something about “Ork Lives Matter!” and thrusting an pamphlet on ork tolerance out in a meaty hand.
The teenagers scattered to the winds leaving Roy alone on the street.
“Didn’t even need a clown costume to scare them off. Being an ork, does have it’s advantages.”