Chapter 10: The National Guard is here to help

Chapter 10: The National Guard is here to help

62 Hours till Nemesis 2 Released

James lay on the couch staring up at the letters that hovered three feet from him. Futile questions ran through his mind. How was he seeing them? How did they track with his line of sight if he could interpose his hand and block them out? Pupil tracking? How did something so high-tech correlate with the vicious, demonic evil of the Nemesis 1? How did the Nemesis 1s materialize so close in the first place? Was teleportation a thing now?

More importantly, why?

Why send a Nemesis 1 after each human? An inescapable agent of someones downfall. Why? Who had humanity pissed off this bad?

Then again, the first thing hed seen back in the subway station was that a 60,000-year count-down timer had expired.

Who the fuck had shown up sixty-thousand years ago when Homo Sapiens was figuring out cave painting and thought, Yeah, screw these monkeys, lets set a count-down timer to go off sixty fucking thousand years in the future to ruin their day.

Had an original Homo Sapiens pissed of these guys that badly?

Or was it more of a civilizational thing? What was the name of that theory, the science fiction one, which sought to explain why the universe wasnt crowded with alien life? Theyd posited that theres a threshold of dangerous tech that no species can cross without destroying itself. That the very urges to evolve and dominate would cause self-destruction.

James pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe it wasnt discovering nukes that did all the aliens in. Maybe it was this Nemesis system.

Morning sunshine. Serenitys voice was a croak and she emerged from her room, a Rage Against the Machine shirt hanging down to her knees. Coffee? Cocaine? Bullet to the head?

James struggled to sit. The couch was so old it felt like trying to pull himself free of quicksand. Coffee sounds good.

You know, I kind of wish there was a way to accelerate this Nemesis 2 thing. The kitchen was now halfway cleaned. Shed stopped upon uncovering the coffee carafe. The suspense was killing me, but now I just want to get it over with.

Hmmph.

Right? She turned to look at him with exaggerated emphasis. Exactly what I was thinking! You put it so well.

He glowered at her.

She grinned, turned back to her back-from-the-dead Mr. Coffee. So, what we got on the books today? You gonna reach out to the UN? Should we start a charity for orphaned kids? Open a hot dog stand?

Open a hot dog stand?

Yeah, you know. Cute little chrome number, wed get matching outfits and matching rifles. Wheel it around town, feeding cute stray dogs and mowing down demons.

Dubious business proposition.

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James raised an eyebrow and she winked at him. Im riding shotgun with the sexy lumberhomelessjack and kinda sorta getting some kicks out of the apocalypse. I mean, at the time it sucked, but now? That cupcake shop was like the OK Corral. I felt like John Wick in there. Maybe that can be my name? Jane Wick?

Coffee.

Men. She fished a couple of mugs out of the sink. So for real. What are we doing today? Hitting up the National Guard?

James took up the TV remote and with some trepidation turned on the news.

has confirmed that a historical draw-down of our military forces abroad is now taking place, with over a hundred thousand active-duty members from all branches scheduled to return so as to bolster efforts to secure the streets of our cities. The National Guard is still deploying to key areas, though reports confirm that over three hundred thousand -

He changed the channel.

A reporter was interviewing a guy in paramilitary gear, a machine gun propped over his shoulder.

not going to take this sitting down. The guys tone was heated. This is our turf. This is our home. If these little fuckers think they can stroll into the USA and throw-down, theyre going to learn there are three hundred million patriots ready to die for the liberty of our nation. Were renaming ourselves the Liberty Battalion and are accepting memberships. Reach out to our website to register and receive your orders -

Change of channel.

at Johns Hopkins University have released preliminary results on MRIs conducted on people actively viewing these alien messages and confirmed no irregular brain activity beyond heightened levels of stress and fear. This leads them to hypothesize that these messages are holographic in nature, though the source of these projections have yet to be determined, as they can appear in closed rooms -

Change of channel.

regret to announce that the Super Bowl is indeed being delayed due to -

Change of channel.

that tastes amazing.

The trick, Martha, lies in adding seven sticks of butter -

James turned the TV off. Guess shits still going south.

Serenity handed him a mug. Why did I drop my purse? Id kill to check social media right now. Thats where the real news is.

The government has a free phone program. Federal Lifeline Assistance. You could apply. With a little luck, you could have a replacement within the month.

Ha ha. She sipped her coffee. For real, though. Should we hit up the National Guard, or go level?

Nobody else has been dumping their points into Arete?

Were not leveling fast enough. The guard has been superlative at defeating their own Nemesis, but were not racking up enough concentrated kills to rise to Mendicant 2 consistently, much less Mendicant 3.

Yeah, interjected the guard with the flyers. The name tape read Green. How did you get that high so fast?

James shared a look with Serenity. We got cornered, and they kept calling for back-up. We killed them as they rushed us.

Damn, said Green. Out standing.

How many did it take to level? asked Sergeant Metcalf.

Hard to say, said Serenity, affecting a careless tone. I think I shot thirty? Before I hit level 2?

The Sergeant considered her with new interest. Youre second rank?

No, honey. Third.

Green let out a low whistle. How many kills to reach third?

Again, hard to say. Probably another fifty?

You killed eighty Nemeses last night? asked the Sergeant with barely hidden skepticism.

Sure. Serenity lounged against James. Dont believe me?

I didnt say that, miss.

Uh huh.

What were you shooting? asked Green. Automatic? You spray and pray?

Serenitys expression turned disdainful. Glock 17.

You did all that with a Glock? A third guard had stepped up, Hernandez on her name tape. Eighty kills?

Uh huh. Serenity inspected her nails. My aim wasnt the best, but once I hit Agility 16 I tightened up.

Hernandez blinked. I look forward to raising my agility, then.

A tan truck rounded the corner. Came fast then slammed on the breaks so that the tires skidded a foot. The driver door flew open and a broad shouldered soldier fairly leaped down, his blue eyes gleaming, his grin irrepressible. Sergeant Metcalf.

Private Williams, said Metcalf, his tone dour. This here is sir, what are your names?

James Kelly.

Serenity.

Mr. Kelly and Miss Serenity needs transportation to the NYC Emergency Management building on Cadman Plaza East.

Yes Sergeant. Williams turned to James, his china-blue eyes gleaming. The guy was positively vibrating with energy. Ready?

They climbed into the trucks cab. Williams leaned out, checked traffic, then accelerated abruptly into the street, his manner alarmingly casual as he maneuvered the truck at a dangerous speed. So, youre the sexy lumberjack? Oh shit, thats wild. Or do you prefer James? James Kelly. Man, Ive been dying to meet you since we saw your video last night. Even while we were deploying word was going around, that this bad-ass pimp was ashing Nemeses by just looking at them.

James grabbed the oh-shit handle as Williams slid the truck around a slow-moving minivan and then ran a yellow light to careen on down the street.

Youre a fucking legend already. Though have you heard of El Capitan? You think hes really Rank 4?

Never heard of him, said James.

Her. Shes out in LA. Man, talk about a bad ass! She got trapped in an elevator shaft or something, private security detail, had an M4, just went to town. But she didnt go all-out Arete like you did, she went pure Agility, and now shes just walking the streets mowing them down. Though of course its a question of ammo, right?

I think theres lots of ammo in the States.

True, true. Wow. Williams gazed at him admiringly. So whats your theory on why this is happening? Me, I think its aliens. You know the theory where aliens were supposed to have brought life to Earth, way back? Like, those Andes drawings that only make sense when seen from way up high? I bet were like an experiment sixty thousand years in the making, and they wanted to see how fast we could evolve before hitting us with the Nemesis trial. Like a stress test.

James stared at the driver. You think all this is a stress test?

Hell yeah! Survival of the fittest. In eighty-eight days the pits open, whatever that is, like a final boss fight. Weve got to level up as much as possible before then, and those who survive will be rewarded with, shit, I dont know, like alien tech, or maybe well be inducted into some galaxy super league or something.

Galaxy super league.

Yeah, you know? Every civilization thats survived the Nemesis test. Bunch of bad asses.

And you think well make it?

Williams grinned at him, teeth flashing an almost blinding white. Dude, Uncle Sams been spending hundreds of billions on the military since forever. Were the most elite, best equipped, most lethal fighting force the world has ever seen. Trust me. These Nemeses punks? They aint got a chance.