The Industrialist

Chapter 10: Knife

"The non-believers of Science were punished. To those who oppose the Cause and the Order, is a direct sin to the Corporation. The Corporation served as a divine representation of Science as the father of Humanity, the reason for our survival. Our savior.

Axiom Trench is supposedly a place of livelihood and trade. Merchants, traders, middlemen, businessmen, and even Tourists visited the Trench for many exploits that our beloved City can offer. It ran for years, peaceful and untouched. But because of these non-believers, the liars, the traitors to the cause, these menacing Abominants ran down the place, killing every non-believer in our beloved Axiom.

Remember this, Abominants are the creation of Science. Therefore, their existence, although hard to fathom, has a purpose. These creatures are our evidence of punishment.

There is no hope out there. There is no Life. Only here in Axe Central City, with the Corporation’s guidance and power, can we live harmoniously. Forever.

- Gospel of Science, High Priestess of Scientology

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Damian hit the brakes hard and the wheels squealed against the rocky terrain. It was his reflexes that halted their vehicle to the safety from the Abominant’s attack.

Hurriedly, they disembarked their vehicle and frantically stood over the skid marks made by the large-wheeled vehicle before it fell. Joe was cursing, it was so loud that nearby animals would skittle away, if there were any. George was silent, inspecting the chasm but it was clear that he wasn’t sure what to do next. Typical reactions of their two neophyte comrades.

Lance had increased his shaking, rarely ceasing. It was more difficult to move, now, as if his knees were frozen by the cold breeze of the high altitude of the hill.

They called it a hill but it was a vast mountain with bends of various silhouettes of mountain peaks, and cliffs deep enough that the bottom was indiscernible.

"No," Handsome was walking back and forth in the same direction. His fists were clenched; even he kicked a nearby stone. With his utter disappointment, he took out two grenades.

"What are you doing?" Damian said, his palm rose to the agitated comrade.

"Fatso, and Lanky," Handsome said, he was face down staring at the rocky ground.

"We need to move," Damian interjected to a somehow defeated soldier.

"They were my friends," Handsome’s voice was shaking.

"I have to scan the bottom first," Lance said as if trying to put Handsome at ease. Even though it was hopeless, the fall was too high for survival. Moreover, the Abominant too could deliver the deaths of the survivors instantly.

"Scanning..." Jasper said. His signal had returned. Their altitude may be high enough to capture direct satellite signals that provide online connections.

"I saw only one casualty, Master," Jasper reported, "The creature was still alive, mauling the dead casualty."

"Jasper, can you locate the other body?" Lance asked and had moved even closer to the cliff’s edge.

"Not in the area of scanning coverage, master. Probably, one is alive and managed to escape. Or died during the fall and his body was thrown beyond the coverage of my scan."

Jasper was accurate. The second option was probably viable, could be that the body was thrown during the fall farther away to the outgrowing trees along the steep cliff.

"Kid," Damian seemed to have waited for the results of the scan. Handsome was ready to release the hand grenades, both in his hands.

"Only one is confirmed dead," Lance said.

"There is no time to chit-chat, lads!" Damian said. "That Abominant will come sooner."

They rode out as quickly as possible with their jeep. Damian was still the driver and the rest had their same sitting arrangements. The jeep raged against the rocky terrain and climbed to a gradual steep.

"Lance, I have something to give you," Handsome said from the back seat. "If all else fails, use this."

Handsome handed over a hunting knife, almost as lengthy as his forearm. Its handle seemed to have a button on it.

"Press this button and this will activate the laser field edge." Handsome explained. "That’s why we call it the Laser Edge Hunting Knife."

Lance received it. It was cold and heavy. Not a typical knife he used in his kitchen. It was of a different feel to clasp your fingers with as if the handle’s design was meant for his finger’s length and palm size.

He waved the weapon mid-air, the blade slicing through the cold breeze. It had weight but manageable for a kid like him. A soft metallic whistle loomed every time the blade danced into the air.

"Careful with it. It’s an uncommon item. Use it as your last resort. If guns are to no avail." Handsome said. "Now press the button."

A sudden hum of bluish laser field suddenly emerged, flowing neatly into the edge of the knife.

Dangerous for a kid like him.

"Now, it can cut steel and bones, easily. Even the obsidian armor of the scorpion."

Lance nodded in appreciation and placed the weapon in its holster at the side of his belt.

"Jasper, record my inventory."

"Copy that, Master."

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Inventory:

1 Uncommon Double Barrel Handgun, Bulk slugs

1 Uncommon Laser Field Hunting Knife

1 Common 45mm Handgun

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They were closer to the Peak Line as the road became narrower. A chokepoint strategy for large beasts like the Obsidian Scorpion as Handsome explained.

"Damian, you know how this works, right? Work with George and Joe. I will partner with Lance." Handsome said.

Damian was hesitant to comply as suggested. He held a long stare at the kid as if asking for approval. Lance nodded after a while of silence and then Damian approved, eventually.