Chapter 31: Getting our own crew together

Chapter 31: Getting our own crew together

James and Serenity texted Jessica and headed down to the NYCEM. No buses were running, dawn was on the horizon, and the air was thick with the pungent, cottony smell of an unseen fire. In the end theyd not had enough to get trashed, just enough to keep them warm and alive and able to inhabit the new space theyd created between them. By the time they reached downtown Brooklyn and the futuristic headquarters of the Emergency Management department, the eastern horizon was brightening, and James saw his Aeviternum points replenish.

Im tempted to go in there buzzed, he rumbled, arm linked through Serenitys. No filter, just tell em what I think.

You do anyways.

Hmm. They stopped just outside the security check point, and James realized he was reluctant to use his point to refresh himself. Im starting to appreciate the psychological benefits to just checking out for six or so hours. Part of me doesnt want to get all bright-eyed and eager for more.

I hear you. Serenity hunched her shoulders. Though lets have this conversation inside where its not freezing?

James frowned and spent the point. He was as sharp right now as an old razor blade. No point in showing up if he wasnt going to make a difference.

His body glimmered with white light as the Aeviternum worked its magic, and the fuzziness, the buzz, the aches, the deep-seated fatigue from voyaging into profound emotional depths, it all eased and washed away.

But he still felt worn-out on what might have been a spiritual level. The things hed seen last night, the horrors, the conversations, the old pain hed dredged up. Aeviternum couldnt refresh his soul.

Still, it was better than diner coffee.

James squared his shoulders, approached the checkpoint, and presented his expired drivers license. It was sufficient; they were waved through, and Jessica was waiting for them, as always, on the curb outside the front doors.

You ever go home? asked Serenity, but it wasnt as pointed a question as before; James thought he heard more teasing warmth in her voice than defensive exasperation.

Home? Jessica adjusted her rimless glasses. What is this home you speak of? But seriously, Aeviternum is a godsend. I used my sole point around four last night, it just replenished, and I should be good for another five hours before I use it again. Ive gotten a lot done.

Im sure you have, said James. How are you holding up, otherwise?

Jessica hesitated as if unsure how to answer, then smiled tightly. Im fine. Keeping busy is an excellent coping method. Now, a lot has happened over the past five hours. Im glad you finally showed up.

Like what? asked James mildly.

The military has made extensive use of drones to investigate the Nemesis 2 activities. Your report coincided with dozens more coming in from across the country, and several hundred from around the world. We have ample footage of their Jessica paused, clearly trying to find the most clinical term.

Eating people and using them as cement, said Serenity flatly.

Yes. Jessica grimaced. That. The consensus is universal: they must obviously be stopped, but infrared footage shows that the people trapped in the buildings with them are still alive.

Serenity clutched Jamess arm. No.

Jessica grimaced again. Yes. Which precludes major military action until we can establish whether those people can be rescued. There was a very vocal political minority led by the mayor that just wanted to destroy the blocks beneath each demon symbol with carpet bombing or worse, but weve since reached a consensus that we must extract and examine at least one victim before determining the best course of action.

There must be millions of them across the country, said James. Wed have to wipe out all the Nemesis 2s by hand before the bigger waves arrive as reinforcements.

Shes fucking with you, said James mildly, following them both into the lobby.

Oh. Jessicas relaxed, considered Serenity, then scowled. That was mean.

Just toughening you up, honey. Serenity smiled. You gotta relax!

They passed through security and then spent the morning shuttling from one meeting to the next. Some were useful, others a complete waste of time. The meeting that really engaged Jamess attention was one with Hackworth and other high level local brass; theyd received commands from the highest ranks to organize the afternoon strike so as to extract as many citizens as possible and weaken the Nemesis 2s in the process.

The plan was simple. First Black Hawks and Killer Eggs would slaughter the Nemesis 2s from the air, strafing them with miniguns, then the Black Hawks would enter holding patterns around the symbols to provide back-up when needed while a combination of Bradleys and Strykers would roll up to the target building.

Their objective was to exterminate any remaining exterior Nemeses and then secure each corner of the building, deploying Ranger squads and keeping other Nemeses at bay while Killer Eggs dropped special ops on the roof, who would descend and try to rescue as many citizens as they could safely carry out.

The Killer Eggs would carry them away, and then the Rangers would re-enter to the Bradleys and Strykers and roll back out.

The goal was to move fast, with the entire operation taking less than thirty minutes. Fifteen similar assaults were to be carried out at the exact same time across the country, all of which would be supported by readied reinforcements who would remain outside the enemy zone unless needed.

All of this had already been approved by the President, and the meeting was more a way to rope local politicians into the plans as anything else. The air of excitement was palpable in the room.

Weve had our hands tied up until this point, said Colonel Hopkins, the CO of Fort Hamilton. Nemesis 1 was too mobile for us to do more than mount a defensive play against. But the Nemesis 2s have finally given us the best gift we could have asked for: stationary targets with no surface-to-air defense. Theyve proven to be moderately resistant to five-five-six NATO rounds, but something tells me a seven-six-two NATO round fired out of a M134 Minigun will give them food for thought.

Chuckles all round.

Sir, said James, his tone flat. Are those miniguns fired by soldiers?

Well now, that depends, said the colonel, narrowing his eyes a fraction. I already know what youre going to say, Kelly. Electronics kills our ability to level, am I right? But you know what else kills our ability to level? Thousands of Nemesis 2s congregating and digesting US citizens.

James knew this argument was already lost. It felt just like arguing with a cop who was determined to move you along no matter what your reason for being on a particular street corner. Colonel, we need to focus on leveling up as many people as we can so that when we run out of NATO rounds we have people ready to keep fighting.

Son, we have more NATO rounds stockpiled across the country than there are grains of sand in Hawaii. Right now, our primary concern is getting citizens out of those buildings and determining their condition. Can your DRC do that today?

James frowned. No sir.

I didnt think so. The US Army can. Get your superheroes amped up, show that you can hit thirty enemy bases simultaneously across the country with overwhelming firepower, and then we can talk.

James stared at the table. He could have kept arguing. Maybe should have. But to what end? The whole military machine was in motion with the Presidents blessings behind it. His voice would just irritate people and get him excluded from future meetings. Not that it did him any good to be roped into this one.

And the colonel was right. The DRC was nothing but fancy talk and Google Forms thus far.

It was time to start focusing on getting the right people together.

Because the day would surely come when those miniguns fell silent, and then somebody would have to be ready to step into the breach.