{"id":5180,"date":"2019-02-22T14:34:38","date_gmt":"2019-02-22T14:34:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.benjamincheah.com\/?p=5180"},"modified":"2019-02-22T14:34:38","modified_gmt":"2019-02-22T14:34:38","slug":"red-river-part-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/?p=5180","title":{"rendered":"Red River Part 10"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Shots Fired<\/h1>\n

\u201cShots fired, shots fired inside the office,\u201d Fox called.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnybody got eyes on?\u201d Yamamoto asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t see inside the office from here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNegative visual here,\u201d Wood said. \u201cLycan?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m\u2026\u201d He inhaled sharply. \u201cI\u2019m tapped out. Sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to go. Now,\u201d Connor said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAgreed,\u201d Yamamoto said. \u201cDeadeye, send us a snapshot of what you can see.\u201d<\/p>\n

A photograph appeared on Connor\u2019s argees. Streamed from Fox\u2019s rifle sight, it showed four cars parked in front of the office, and six gunmen kneeling behind them. The shooters had formed a semicircle, oriented outwards, covering the main entrance and the pedestrian gates.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s two suspects unaccounted for,\u201d Connor said. \u201cIs there another gate?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAffirmative,\u201d Lycan said weakly. \u201cI spotted a rear gate, on the white side of the building.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAny other entry point to the office?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNegative. There\u2019s only the front door.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBlack Watch, listen up,\u201d Yamamoto said. \u201cDeadeye and ZT will provide overwatch. The rest of us will make entry from the rear gate. We will breach the office and rescue the hostages.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yamamoto climbed into the driver\u2019s seat. Connor shouldered his assault pack and slung his carbine. The van accelerated, making a hairpin turn, a second turn, and shot down the road.<\/p>\n

\u201cExit to your left. Say again, left,\u201d Yamamoto said.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeft, roger,\u201d Connor said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAssaulters, state red.\u201d<\/p>\n

Go fast, go hard, don\u2019t stop until the rivers run red.<\/p>\n

Connor grinned.<\/p>\n

The van shrieked to a stop. Connor flung the door open and jumped out.<\/p>\n

Two suspects stood by the rear gate. Connor read them in a millisecond\u2014plate carriers, carbines, black ballistic helmets\u2014and snapped up his carbine to high ready.<\/p>\n

\u201cSTS! HANDS UP NOW!\u201d<\/p>\n

They startled.<\/p>\n

Connor sidestepped right, brought up his weapon, saw red crosshairs on a black lens, pressed the trigger once twice, pivoted left, a helmet filled his sights, bang bang.<\/p>\n

He peered down at the bodies. Blood burbled from the holes in the backs of their heads. Good. The helmets couldn\u2019t stop SLAP rounds.<\/p>\n

\u201cGate guards down!\u201d Connor shouted.<\/p>\n

A car screeched to a halt behind him. Wood, Mustafa and the team Mastiff. The operators fell in on Yamamoto and rushed the gate. A sturdy steel padlock secured the bolt.<\/p>\n

\u201cShotgun!\u201d Yamamoto called.<\/p>\n

The team made room. Connor pressed his shotgun\u2019s muzzle stand-off device up against the lock, racked the bolt, and fired.<\/p>\n

The lock disintegrated in a fine metal powder. Connor undid the bolt and swung the gate open, and the team poured in, weapons up and scanning.<\/p>\n

\u201cFour targets have peeled off and going around the back of the building,\u201d Fox reported. \u201cTwo on either side.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFarmer, Lycan, go right!\u201d Yamamoto called.<\/p>\n

No sooner had he said that when Connor spotted two men appear around the corner of the front of the building. Both were armed and armored. Connor snapped his carbine to the closer one and stroked the trigger. Two to the chest, swing right, the other guy ducked behind cover, swing back the original target, two more shots to center of mass.<\/p>\n

And the son of a bitch was\u00a0still<\/em>\u00a0up!<\/p>\n

Didn\u2019t matter. Connor reached the near corner and dropped to a knee, rifle rising to find the target\u2019s face. The target\u2019s rifle barked. Concrete exploded above his face. Connor flinched. Shrapnel bounced off his glasses, leaving faint scars. Yamamoto\u2019s carbine erupted above and behind Connor, the muzzle blast washing over his bare hair, and the target deigned to drop.<\/p>\n

Connor recovered and scanned. No more threats. He rose and\u2014<\/p>\n

So did the bad guy.<\/p>\n

Crosshair on face. Finger on trigger. Fire.<\/p>\n

Double tap, grouped so tight Connor\u00a0knew<\/em>\u00a0the two rounds would have formed a single ragged hole. The target\u2019s snapped back. He dropped.<\/p>\n

And he extended his rifle with one hand\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cMotherfucker!\u201d Connor exclaimed.<\/p>\n

\u2014Nothing happened.<\/p>\n

Advancing on the threat, Connor and Yamamoto blazed away, hammering his head over and over and over with aimed single shots. After burning through half his magazine, the threat finally went still.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell?\u201d Connor muttered, swapping in a new magazine. \u201cWas that some kind of fucking zombie?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr an Elect,\u201d Yamamoto said.<\/p>\n

\u201cBoss, we have a situation,\u201d Wood said. \u201cA target ate multiple headshots. I think we\u2019re facing Elect.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw the same thing over here,\u201d Connor said. \u201cWe have to assume the bad guys need lots of killing.\u201d<\/p>\n

A dark thought crossed his mind. Connor peeked over his shoulder.<\/p>\n

The gate guards were still down.<\/p>\n

He heaved a sigh of relief.<\/p>\n

\u201cDeadeye to all callsigns, the security team is moving around their cars. I see five of them. They\u2019re setting up to pop you the moment you turn the corners on the black side.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRoger,\u201d Yamamoto said. \u201cHere\u2019s the plan. Assaulters, once we reach the corners, we\u2019ll deploy flash-bangs. Farmer and Lycan will pin them, Boomer and I will flank them. Snipers, once the bangs go off, fire at will.\u201d<\/p>\n

Connor reached the corpse. A huge pool of blood surrounded the gunman\u2019s head. Half his helmet had been blown away. His rifle was a shattered hunk of polymer and metal. Connor\u2019s center of mass shots must have destroyed the man\u2019s weapon. Only reason they hadn\u2019t taken any fire yet.<\/p>\n

\u201cBoomer set!\u201d Connor called, planting himself by the corner.<\/p>\n

\u201cFarmer, set!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBang and go!\u201d Yamamoto ordered. \u201cBanger out!\u201d<\/p>\n

The team leader stepped out behind Connor. A stun grenade sailed across Connor\u2019s field of view. Two seconds later, it detonated with a blinding flash and thunderous roar, in sync with a second grenade.<\/p>\n

\u201cGO!\u201d Yamamoto shouted. \u201cSnipers, weapons free!\u201d<\/p>\n

Connor rounded the corner, weapon high.<\/p>\n

Five targets behind four cars. Two\u00a0CRACKs<\/em>\u00a0rang out, two heads vanished in red, and now there were three.<\/p>\n

Connor rushed for the nearest car, Yamamoto two steps behind him, sights rising to the nearest threat\u2019s face. He pressed the trigger, once, twice, saw a burst of red, moved on.<\/p>\n

The two remaining gunmen pivoted in place, finally reacting, way behind the curve. Connor fired, Yamamoto fired, and his head turned to red pulp. Connor spun to the next target, just as a high-caliber round exploded it.<\/p>\n

Connor kept moving, rounding the engine block, pivoting to face the office\u2014<\/p>\n

And the body sprawled across the engine pushed himself off the hood and aimed his weapon at Connor.<\/p>\n

Connor smacked his rifle away with his own. Punched his muzzle into the man\u2019s throat. Fired.<\/p>\n

He staggered away. Connor fired two more shots, riding the recoil up into the man\u2019s head. The SLAPs punched clean through the helmet, exploding outwards in a geyser of gore and fragments. The target went down again.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet down! Get down!\u201d Yamamoto yelled.<\/p>\n

Connor hit the deck.<\/p>\n

A blitz of steel washed over his head, shattering the windows, puncturing tires, perforating the car doors. Cursing, he pushed himself off the ground and duckwalked a few more inches, putting the engine block and the tires between himself at the threats still in the office.<\/p>\n

Connor glanced around. Yamamoto was curled up into a deep crouch behind the rear wheel hub. Puffs of dust erupted from the road, but he seemed okay.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re pinned down!\u201d Connor shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cBanger out!\u201d Wood called.<\/p>\n

Light and thunder and shattering glass. The incoming fire eased\u2014but it didn\u2019t stop. Connor fed his optics to his argees and lifted his carbine above the hood.<\/p>\n

Full-length window, riddled with bullet holes and webbed through. Behind it, a pair of gunmen aiming through the glass, standing tall and proud. A third shooter dragged a hostage away from the window.<\/p>\n

Connor\u2019s sights fell on the closest target\u2019s unprotected groin. He cracked off a quick double-tap, turned to the next. That guy hosed down the window, backing up to a desk. Connor gave him a pair of groin shots, lifted his aim, blasted him in the face. Went back to the first customer, saw him stagger away, stitched him up the side with one two three shots and he fell out of sight.<\/p>\n

\u201cMoving!\u201d Wood shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cMove!\u201d Yamamoto replied.<\/p>\n

Carbines cracked to Connor\u2019s left, the rest of the assault team moving up. Connor squinted through the crazed glass. He thought he saw movement, but he didn\u2019t know if it were hostile or friendly, and held off the trigger.<\/p>\n

Dark gray clouds billowed from the shattered windows and under the glass. The smoke quickly filled and obscured the interior of the office. Men and women choked and screamed. Connor\u2019s gut wrenched, but he saw nothing he could shoot.<\/p>\n

\u201cSmoke!\u201d Wood reported. \u201cThey popped smoke! No contact over here!\u201d<\/p>\n

Connor twisted left, aiming at the glass door. But he didn\u2019t have a good angle, and he saw were tendrils of thick smoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t see anything from here too!\u201d Connor reported.<\/p>\n

\u201cMoving up!\u201d Yamamoto shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cMove!\u201d Connor called.<\/p>\n

Yamamoto sprinted out of cover.<\/p>\n

And a human juggernaut stepped out the door.<\/p>\n

He was huge. Seven feet tall and three hundred pounds, all of it stupendously overbuilt muscle and bone, and a ridiculously tiny head. A steel gray ballistic mask protected its face. A plate carrier just barely covered his chest, the fabric stretched to the breaking point. His right hand held an assault rifle, his left a pistol.<\/p>\n

Then a second one emerged from behind him.<\/p>\n

The juggernaut on the right aimed at Yamamoto.<\/p>\n

Connor fired first, walking the rounds up his groin, skipping the chest, going for the throat. Blood pulsed and jetted from the wounds. The titan sucked it all up, spun around to face him, and rained full-auto fire on Connor\u2019s position.<\/p>\n

A bullet smacked against the hood. A burning fragment seared across Connor\u2019s exposed fingers. Cursing, he jerked his arms away. Shook his hand and\u2014<\/p>\n

A black blur shot past his field of view. It resolved into an emaciated man in a mask and plate carrier. Huge boils on his back spewed clouds of dark smoke. His rifle was raised and pointed at Connor, there was no way he could respond in\u2014<\/p>\n

The Elect\u2019s head exploded.<\/p>\n

\u201cTango down,\u201d Fox reported.<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks,\u201d Connor breathed.<\/p>\n

But the Tango wasn\u2019t dead. Before Connor\u2019s eyes, the huge exit wound in his temple clotted over. Bone knitted itself together. And he sat back up.<\/p>\n

\u201cStay down!\u201d Connor snarled, and blasted him twice in the head.<\/p>\n

The gunman rolled over and went still.<\/p>\n

A juggernaut bellowed with a voice like thunder. A barrage of heavy footfalls shook the ground. Connor spun around, saw a juggernaut bulling towards him.<\/p>\n

Connor jumped away. The human tank crashed into the car, flinging it aside as though it were mere paper. The Elect turned to face Connor. Connor raised his rifle\u2014I shot him! Where are his wounds?!<\/em>\u2014found his face, pressed trigger\u2014<\/p>\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n

A half-beat later, the Elect\u2019s head exploded.<\/p>\n

Connor released his rifle, snatched up his pistol, and hunted for more threats.<\/p>\n

The second juggernaut loomed over Yamamoto. Yamamoto shot him in the face with his carbine but the Elect kept coming. With a bone-shaking roar, the Elect reared up and loped his fist around, spiraling it in towards Yamamoto\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

Yamamoto dropped to a knee. Steel flashed. Blood spurted from the juggernaut\u2019s lead leg.<\/p>\n

The giant toppled, falling on Yamamoto. Yamamoto had his left hand up, and its colossal mass crashed into his forearm. Yamamoto didn\u2019t resist; he spun around in place, grounding one knee and raising the other, cutting down with his forearm to guide the Juggernaut headfirst into the ground.<\/p>\n

The ground shook with the impact. Yamamoto pounced on the juggernaut and cut his throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cSamurai! You okay?\u201d Connor shouted.<\/p>\n

Yamamoto got up, completely unmussed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine!\u201d Yamamoto yelled back.<\/p>\n

Connor scanned. Wood was taking cover behind a car. Mustafa was in his wolf form, aiming at the juggernaut. A second smoker lay right by the werewolf.<\/p>\n

The smoker stood up.<\/p>\n

\u201cCONTACT!\u201d Connor yelled.<\/p>\n

He punched out his pistol and fired, loosing a hellstorm of high-velocity lead. A burst to the groin, a burst to the face, and the smoker went down.<\/p>\n

And got up again.<\/p>\n

\u201cSon of a\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Mustafa pounced, arms outstretched.<\/p>\n

The beast smashed the Elect to the asphalt and shot his jaws into his throat. He reared his head back, flinging away a bloodied chunk of flesh. The Elect went still.<\/p>\n

\u201cOn me! On me! Breach and clear!\u201d Connor shouted.<\/p>\n

Reloading his pistol, Connor leapt through the broken window.<\/p>\n

A group of hostages were huddled in a tight knot by the far corner. Nearby, a man groaned, grabbing a wounded ankle. Blood seeped through his pants and between his fingers, pooling around his foot.<\/p>\n

Connor ignored them all and flowed along the wall, covering his area of responsibility. The other operators burst in right behind him.<\/p>\n

The assaulters swept through the office like a hurricane of flesh and metal. There were two rooms here, a storeroom filled with boxes and stationery, and the manager\u2019s office. All clear.<\/p>\n

Wood tended to the wounded man. The remaining operators hustled the hostages out to the parking lot and proned them out. As Mustafa covered them, Connor and Yamamoto searched and cuffed them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are you doing this?! We didn\u2019t do anything wrong!\u201d a woman yelled.<\/p>\n

\u201cStandard procedure ma\u2019am,\u201d Yamamoto replied. \u201cDon\u2019t worry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s David? He\u2019s been shot! He needs an ambulance!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAn ambulance is on the way,\u201d Connor said. \u201cWe\u2019re applying first aid to him now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho the hell are those\u2026 Those Husks?\u201d another woman demanded. \u201cWhy did they do this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know ma\u2019am,\u201d Connor said. \u201cWhat happened before we got here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey came in and started shouting at us. They said they wanted us to let them into the basement. But we\u00a0don\u2019t<\/em>\u00a0have a basement!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, yeah,\u201d the first woman said eagerly. \u201cWe kept telling them that, but they didn\u2019t listen. They didn\u2019t believe us. One of them, the boss, he shot David in the foot and said that if we don\u2019t show them how to go downstairs, he\u2019ll keep shooting him!\u201d<\/p>\n

Connor and Yamamoto exchanged a look.<\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am, everything will be fine,\u201d Yamamoto said. \u201cWe just need you to stay here, and breathe, and relax. The situation is under control.\u201d<\/p>\n

When they were done, Wood emerged from the office, carrying the wounded hostage in his arms. Connor reloaded his carbine.<\/p>\n

\u201cBlack Watch, ACE report,\u201d Yamamoto said.<\/p>\n

Connor patted himself down. No injuries. Or, at least, no\u00a0major<\/em>\u00a0injuries. He had two spare magazines left, plus a half-full one.<\/p>\n

The other assaulters were bruised and cut up, but still in the fight. Fox and Tan were fine. But somewhere along the line, the Mastiff had been blown apart. As Yamamoto updated Pearce on their status, Connor knelt behind a car and covered the elevator. Wood joined him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell kind of Elect were those?\u201d Connor muttered.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve never seen anything like that before,\u201d Wood replied. \u201cMy money is on the Liberated.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBiomods are up their alley. Their Elect favor organic weapons and armor after morphing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou saw how they regenerated their wounds?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYup. Spooky shit, brother. I\u2019m thinking the only way to kill them is to bleed \u2018em dry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr cut their heads off.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr a headshot with a heavy caliber,\u201d Fox chimed in.<\/p>\n

\u201cHeavy enough to destroy the head completely,\u201d Connor added. \u201cThanks for the assist.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo problem. From now on, I\u2019m taking the big iron everywhere we go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust don\u2019t expect us to carry it for you,\u201d Tan said.<\/p>\n

Yamamoto\u2019s voice cut into the radio net.<\/p>\n

\u201cBlack Watch, switch to channel 3.\u201d<\/p>\n

Connor rotated the channel dial on his radio. Yamamoto didn\u2019t want anyone listening in. This was going to get interesting.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve called in the situation,\u201d Yamamoto said. \u201cOur orders are to escort the civilians to hospital and abandon the stakeout.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell?\u201d Connor muttered. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPearce said we\u2019re needed elsewhere. Another team will follow up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBullshit,\u201d Fox said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI concur,\u201d Tan added. \u201cI checked my laptop just now. The security cameras around the office are linked to\u00a0two<\/em>\u00a0accounts. One of them is probably a computer in in the basement. They know we\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf we leave, the bad guys will execute the hostages and flee,\u201d Mustafa said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI agree,\u201d Yamamoto said. \u201cI told Pearce as much. But he said we don\u2019t have a warrant. Without one, we don\u2019t have authorization to make entry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou gotta be kidding!\u201d Connor exclaimed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI told him that too. But he\u2019s standing firm.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do we do now? Stand down?\u201d Fox said.<\/p>\n

\u201cOur priority is to protect the civilians. That means we stay put and take security positions until the ambulances arrive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd after that?\u201d Wood probed.<\/p>\n

Yamamoto sighed so loudly Connor heard him across the parking lot.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe timing of this raid seems suspicious, doesn\u2019t it? Barely thirty minutes after we confirmed the presence of a House of Shadows, the Liberated roll in heavy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, it\u00a0is<\/em>\u00a0suspicious,\u201d Connor said. \u201cAnd they were demanding that the hostages show them the way to the basement. The hostages didn\u2019t know about the basement. How the hell did\u00a0these<\/em>\u00a0guys know?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think the TOC has been compromised?\u201d Fox asked.<\/p>\n

Another loud sigh.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s the only logical explanation,\u201d Yamamoto said.<\/p>\n

Connor\u2019s blood ran cold. He knew the agents of Public Security were as flawed as any other human, as susceptible to bribery and pressure as any other civil servant. Maybe more. He knew all too well that there were PSB agents who colluded with the New Gods.<\/p>\n

But STS were handpicked and meticulously screened. No one on the STS had any connection to the New Gods. The only exceptions were psis pledged to minor powers, powers deemed independent of the New Gods.<\/p>\n

How far did the rot go? Had it penetrated the STS?<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the plan?\u201d Fox asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cOur mission is to save lives, and the lives of the hostages in the basement are at risk. I intend to carry out the mission. Who\u2019s with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Phrased like that, there was only one choice.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe all are,\u201d Connor said.<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

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Shots Fired \u201cShots fired, shots fired inside the office,\u201d Fox called. \u201cAnybody got eyes on?\u201d Yamamoto asked. \u201cI can\u2019t see inside the office from here.\u201d \u201cNegative visual here,\u201d Wood said. \u201cLycan?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m\u2026\u201d He inhaled sharply. \u201cI\u2019m tapped out. Sorry.\u201d \u201cWe need to go. Now,\u201d Connor said. \u201cAgreed,\u201d Yamamoto said. \u201cDeadeye, send us a snapshot of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[106,138,168,216,260,277,278],"class_list":["post-5180","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","tag-cyberpunk","tag-fiction","tag-horror","tag-military-science-fiction","tag-red-river","tag-science-fantasy","tag-science-fiction"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5180"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5180"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5180\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5180"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5180"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kitsuncheah.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5180"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}