Chapter 22: Go Time

Chapter 22: Go Time

James awoke to the sound of someone moving around the kitchen. Blinked, palmed his eyes, then sat up. Jessica had set a bunch of to-go boxes on the counter, some bags on the floor, and was digging out plates and cutlery.

He checked his countdown timer:

2 Hours till Nemesis 2 Released



Dusk was falling. He must have slept almost ten hours.

Evening, said Jessica briskly, pausing to drape her blazer over the back of a chair and roll up her sleeves. I realized you all had probably not thought about dinner. With Nemesis 2 about to happen, I decided to bring something over.

Damn. His voice was a rasp. Mighty thoughtful of you.

Its my job. She hesitated, eyeing the kitchenette. Not a lot of options here. Which is why I brought Delmonicos.

That a burger joint?

Jessica looked askance at him over her shoulder. The fireteams coming up. I brought some for them, too. If you want to shower, youve about five minutes before the steaks get too cold, and I refuse, on principal, to allow anyone to microwave them. New clothing is in the bags.

Shower, right. James stood. Thats when he caught the smell and his mouth flooded like a bulldogs. Oh shit. What is that?

Four minutes, thirty seconds, said Jessica coolly, opening drawers.

And new clothing? James walked over and poked inside the bags. They were full of folded up clean stuff. Damn. Im going to double your pay.

Ha.

James strode into Serenitys room.

She was sitting up in bed, t-shirt drawn down over her knees to her ankles, face illuminated by her new phone. Morning.

Jessica brought steak.

Serenity didnt look up. I knew my feelings for her werent Platonic.

James snorted, entered the bathroom, showered. For the first ten seconds the water ran black with ash. He turned up the temperature to scalding and let the heat scour away the last of the day, the pain, the misery.

Stepped out, toweled off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and went through the new clothing. It was all from the Bass Pro. Long sleeve shirts, canvas pants, socks, underwear, and in the second bag a bulky gray and black ice jacket.

James hadnt worn anything this nice in almost a decade, and better yet, it was all durable.

Hey, Serenity!

What?

Get me a pair of scissors.

He heard her mutter, get up, and a moment later she pushed open the door to hand him an old kitchen pair. She smirked. Dang. I was hoping youd be naked.

James turned to the small mirror. Sure you were.

You going to trim?

Uh huh.

Here, let me. No, seriously, I went to hairdresser school for a month before I changed my mind. Sit on this stool.

He sat reluctantly, made sure the towel didnt split open, raised his chin.

Serenity pursed her lips, ran her fingers through his beard a few times, considered.

James closed his eyes as she began to snip. It felt nice, being touched. Had been far, far too long. Her fingers were efficient, but still he drank in the touch. Snip snip. She mussed his beard, cut more. Tilted his head, cut. Tilted it the other way, cut.Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.

Brushed his jawline, stepped back, considered.

Done?

She frowned, leaned in, snipped off a little more, then pulled the mirror off the wall. Im a fucking artist. And with a pair of kitchen scissors, no less.

James considered his reflection. His beard had gone from almost a foot long to just a few inches. The hair still grew up his cheeks, but it looked halfway decent. Nice job.

Nice job? She threw up her hands and stormed out. Im going to go eat your steak.

James chuckled, hung up the mirror, pulled his hair back into a ponytail and found a hair band with which to tie it off. Pulled on an Arctic blue long sleeved shirt, gray canvas pants, new socks with working elastics.

Voices came from the living room. The fire team. Suddenly James felt a pang of nervousness. An irrational desire to pull on shitty clothing came over him. He ran his hands down the new fabric, felt a fool. Would they laugh at him when he came out? Worse, would they smile and then look away in amusement?

Get over yourself, he grumbled. Youre a grown man, for Christ sakes.

He slid his phone in his new back pocket and emerged.

The fire team was clustered around the counter. The boxes were open, and people were putting steaks on plates, mashed potatoes, grilled vegetables, skinny fries. The smell was insane, and the steaks were huge and over an inch thick.

Ive died, said Delvecchio through a mouthful. God damn. Its all downhill from here.

Mancini looked around, saw James, and then grinned. Looking sharp.

Serenity and Jessica both considered him. James flushed and moved up to grab a plate brusquely.

Im not so sure. Jessica turned to James. While interdepartmental communication is collapsing, the internet and social media is still going strong. Its my belief that theres a crucial window of opportunity for someone to make a statement and rally hearts and minds.

Hearts and minds, said Delvecchio. Lady, you sound like a general.

Youre talking about me, said James quietly.

I am. Jessicas intensity was fierce. Youve featured in two TikTok videos and both have over two hundred million views. Paradoxically, the rarity of your postings has elevated you to a mythical status. People speculate about who you are and sightings in the city are immediately celebrated. Youve agreed to head the new department. Tonight isnt just about defeating Nemesis 2. Its an absolutely vital PR opportunity.

Oh, give me a break, said Serenity. Were going to be fighting for our lives, honey. Not doing make-up before walking on stage.

Thats actually wrong. Jessicas certainty was breath taking. Youre fighting for the soul of this city. The mayors posts are endlessly attacked. All our official outreach channels are seeing dropping rates of engagement as faith in government and its ability to handle the crisis plummets. What is needed is an outside agent who can demonstrate new powers, miraculous powers, and give people something to rally around. And Im not talking just about the people on the street. Im talking the deputies, the assistants, the office managers, the accountants and clerks and everyone who keep the lights on.

James straightened. Thats why you came here tonight with steak and new clothing.

Partly. Jessica raised her chin. I genuinely wanted to make sure you were all fed and ready for tonight. But I wont deny my hopes for more. James, for whatever reason, youre positioned as our best bet in holding back the panic thats about to sweep this city. If it hits, there will be no turning it back. People will flood across the bridges and tunnels, and it will be a massive humanitarian disaster. We need to keep the city calm. You can do that. Tonight.

James wanted to protest. He crossed his arms over his chest, then looked down at his new gear. Youre good.

Singh was studying Jessica. What are you thinking?

Fight Nemesis 2. Obviously thats your first priority. But as soon as its dead, somebody has to start filming. James, you need to show that Nemesis 2 can be defeated, that youre still alive, and tell them youre starting a new department of super powered individuals to turn back the tide. Ask people to contact you directly on your TikTok channel -

I dont have one.

You do. I registered one for you.

You dont have access to my email.

I made you a new one. Gmail. Look, the point is you should ask people who have achieved at least Level 5 to reach out. They can either comment on your video or click on the link in your bio that takes them to a Google Form. The first step lies in collecting contact info. Tomorrow we can decide on next steps.

Damn, girl. Serenity looked her up and down. How are you just an executive assistant and not running this city?

Jessica met her gaze calmly. I had a ten-year plan. Its been interrupted.

No shit, said Delvecchio. I dig this. We can pose it just right, James with his foot on the demons head, looking all bad ass with Smite activated. Love it.

James? Jessica raised an eyebrow. Your thoughts?

Well done, he said at last. How could I say no after that sales pitch? But you lied before.

She frowned. Excuse me?

You said there were dozens of assistants as good as you are at the NYCEM. I sincerely doubt it.

Oh. She flushed, but only a little. Thank you for the compliment. Ive texted you your TikTok login information, as well as your logins for Twitter, Facebook, and Reddit, where Ive had you join key subreddits. But dont worry about that. Ill be monitoring your TikTok, and once your video is live, Ill populate the other networks with links and manage your comments. Hopefully by this time tomorrow well have a robust list of contacts to work with and see a rise in morale.

How much you paying her? asked Serenity in mock outrage. Because Im not getting paid shit.

Actually, said Jessica, I was going to address that tomorrow. One of my suggestions is the creation of a stipend for every new department member -

OK, seriously, enough, said Serenity. Youre starting to weird me out. Nobody should be this efficient.

Jessica smiled tightly. Fine. We can discuss the details tomorrow.

Tomorrow, agreed James. He pulled up his countdown timer:

1 Hour till Nemesis 2 Released



Its go time, he said. You guys ready to head to the warehouse?

Ill check on the sarge, said Delvecchio, grabbing a bread roll and heading out the door.

Ill see you downstairs, said Singh. Thank you, Ms. Miles. This meal was very considerate.

Youre welcome, said Jessica.

James waited for Singh to leave, then looked at Jessica. I want to thank you, too. If this whole thing works, itll be because of your foresight and hard work.

Not at all. Youre the one making this possible. Im just taking advantage of the opportunity youve created.

No. James let the word hang in the air. Youre doing a fantastic job under impossible circumstances. I wont ask how you got steak and clean clothing with everything going on, but its obvious youre an incredibly intelligent and capable person. Im really grateful the mayor decided to assign you to help us out. We couldnt do this without you.

Jessica opened her mouth to deflect, then ducked her chin so that strands of blonde hair fell before her face. She took a moment, then met his gaze and gave a sharp nod. Thank you for that. Good luck tonight.

What about me? demanded Serenity. What am I, chopped liver? Wheres my good luck wishes?

Jessica laughed breathlessly, releasing some of her pent-up emotion, and raked her hair back. It was meant to include both of you.

Good, said Serenity with mock indignity. Thats better.

Time to go. James fetched his skillet from where it lay propped against the couch. Weve demons to kill.

Finally, said Serenity, moving back into her bedroom to collect her guns.

Ill be watching for that video, said Jessica. Make it good.

Ill do my best, said James heavily. He paused at the front door, grimaced, then smiled brokenly at her. Ill do my best.