Chapter 32: A speech to give and a war to organize

Chapter 32: A speech to give and a war to organize

The Marriott was just down the street. They walked and ate Manna bread as they went, James having decided to bow out of the last slate of meetings, consequences be damned.

Youre looking upset, said Jessica. But youre about to make a lot of first impressions. Do you need a moment before proceeding to the next step?

James stopped. Frowned around the avenue. Weird how things looked almost normal around this downtown core. No demon symbols in immediate sight, the coffee shop across the way was open with a bunch of government assistants getting to-go orders. Bird calls.

How many people would have to die till they started seeing deer walking down these streets?

Ive made a decision, he said, tone heavy.

Serenity raised an eyebrow. Ruh roh.

Im done going to the NYCEM. Unless they demand my appearance, Im not going back for the foreseeable future.

Jessica went to protest then caught herself. Go on.

Use some of the DRC money to hire someone you trust to sit in whatever meetings you think are important and report back to you. You filter that shit and let me know what I need to know. But we wasted an entire morning being told stuff that doesnt really involve us and over which we have no influence. The Second Wave is that much closer, and what do we have to show for it?

You cant sidestep politics, said Jessica. Its distasteful, but resources and influence come from being seen, making personal connections, and being aware of whats going on.

Fuck politics. He said it without rancor. Im not a politician. Im barely a Deputy Commissioner. What I really am is an old guy who somehow ended up making some lucky choices up front. That gave me an edge, but if I keep sitting in on those pointless meetings Ill lose it.

All right, said Jessica hesitantly. Done.

From now on Im going to focus on leveling and leveling everyone who shows up to join the DRC. This is New York. I want you to find someone who makes functional medieval weapon replicas. Theres gotta be someone out there with proper spears and shields and crap. Its idiotic to be fighting these demons with rebar. Our ancestors spent centuries perfecting those very tools. I want them.

Medieval replicas, said Jessica, tapping on her tablet. Got it.

We could steal shit from the MET, said Serenity. They have a bunch of swords and helmets on display.

I want new stuff. I want top grade steel, not whatever they managed to hammer out six hundred years ago. Find me that shop, that blacksmith, whatever, and then let me know what hes got that we can buy.

Done.

Good. James felt like he wanted to say more, instigate more changes, but there werent any other moral dessert carts to flip over. What have you got planned for this first DRC meeting?

Time for the debrief. Jessica began walking. Some stats up front. Weve received 10,346 applications across all media channels claiming to be at least Level 5. A good third failed the simple quiz that a real Level 5 would pass, leaving us with 6,501 qualified applicants. The breakdown is as follows: 3,822 Level 5s, of which half chose what we call Smite, a quarter chose Bless, and the remaining quarter chose Shield of Faith.

What we call? asked James dubiously.

Its widely accepted now that different religious outlook results in different terminology being used on ones personal statistics sheet.

Thats James shook his head. So this isnt a Catholic thing?

Not exclusively, no. Theres a lot of overlap between Jewish and Christian sheets, but Hindu, Islamic, and Buddhist sheets are quite distinct, with documented examples of atheist and other religions appearing.

James came to a stop. Atheists get their own sheets, too?

Thats correct. Jessica navigated on her tablet. An overview was published by Johns Hopkins University. Yesterday? Theyve collated all the different versions. She opened a file. I didnt forward it because I doubted youd read it.

But what does this mean, then? Gods not behind this invasion?

Maybe all the gods are, said Serenity brightly. They got together in the club room and decided to have fun.

As you can imagine, there are very intense theological debates taking place, but nobody has managed to reach a definitive conclusion. Here, Ive forwarded the PDF to your Gmail account. Id encourage you to read it when you have a moment. But as I was saying?

James shook his head and resumed walking. The Monitor said her kind were compelled by another group to do all this. If its not the Catholic god, then who is it?

Lots of possibilities, said Serenity, counting off on her fingers. Aliens, obviously. Fairies out of Ireland. Atlanteans. Those fuckers from Carcosa.

Carcosa? asked James.

Yeah, Lost Carcosa? Serenity stared at him in mock surprise, then intoned:

Strange is the night where black stars rise,

And strange moons circle through the skies

Not yet. He said there are still too many unknowns. But he suggested we should create teams that contain equitable spreads of all levels and Benedictions. Ideally we should be fielding squads of nine, one for each Benediction, with a spread of levels so that the lower rankers can benefit from the protection of the senior members and accrue power quickly. Hes taken the Google Form data and created roughly a hundred teams, with protocols to compensate and swap members depending on who shows and who doesnt. Cindy, the convention manager, received those team structures late last night, and has already sorted the attendance badges so that people will be assigned to the correct teams upon registering in the Grand Ballroom.

Shit, said James. You guys dont mess around.

Jessica gave him a prim smile. There are a lot of very talented and intelligent people in this world, and almost all of them long for the day when red tape gets cut and theyre allowed to work to their fullest capacity. I aim to make the DRC such an organization.

Fantastic. Where do Serenity and I fit into this team mix?

Richard wanted to separate you both. He argued that the teams would benefit from having visible leadership spread out across the organization, but I made an executive decision to keep you together.

Thank god, said Serenity. Id hate to wreck your little system by refusing to go along with it from the get-go.

So were to be in the same squad? Excellent.

Squad Crimson Hydra, said Jessica. In direct control of Squads Ebon Hydra and Ivory Hydra. Cindy came up with the names. The preponderance of Level 5s meant that we couldnt equitably distribute the higher ranked members amongst them all, so Richard instead devised a system where an elite squad - always designated as Crimson - leads two sub-squads, each of which is led by a higher ranked member, Ebon and Ivory. There are about thirty-seven such triads, each with their own mythological beast as their avatar.

OK. James absorbed this information. Thirty-seven groups of three squads, with each led by an elite Crimson group. All of which are as closely divided between Benedictions and levels as possible. Sounds like Richards already earning his pay.

Hes working for free, said Jessica. He fully expects the economy to crash by the time the Pits open, and thus was happy to embed himself in our department for safetys sake in lieu of payment. Ive asked him to keep his outlook to himself.

Sounds like he and I are going to get along. James rubbed at his face. The Marriott had come into view down the block on the other side of the street. You got my arrival figured out?

Yes. I told Cindy half an hour ago to start gathering people in the Grand Ballroom. Richard is currently giving the department setup overview presentation as well as his own version of the governments advancement guidelines. Hes going to wrap up by reviewing the radios everyones being issued, and protocols for their usage. He should be done by 11:15, upon which you both will take the stage.

James nodded. And Im to do what up there?

Honestly? Be yourself. Its your sincerity and authenticity that drew all these people here in the first place. Theyve left their loved ones and personal situations to respond to your call. Anything scripted would thus fall flat. Get up there, tell them how you see things, and what youre hoping to achieve. Its up to you if you want to take questions. Then, when youre done, I think you should meet with the Crimson squad leaders - theres currently thirty-seven of them registered - and then take time with Crimson Hydra. Weve got lunch around twelve-thirty - I promised $6,000 for pizza delivery from Uptown Pizza - and then we head out on whatever you deem our first mission should be.

Were hitting the demon symbols, said James firmly. The armys tackling one of them, leaving - how many are there again in NYC?

Jessica didnt even have to tap her tablet. Thirty-four in the area.

Thats it? I thought there were hundreds.

You thought wrong. Two in Staten Island, six in Manhattan, four along the Jersey coast across the Hudson, five in the Bronx, eight in Queens, and nine in Brooklyn. One seems to appear wherever theres a minimum population density of 250,000 within at least eight or so square miles.

James absorbed this, changed his world view, then nodded. Fine. That means we have eight other targets here in Brooklyn alone. Weve thirty-seven triads? What do you thinks a good number to send against a symbol?

Jessica shrugged apologetically. Im not sure.

Better safe than sorry in the beginning, said Serenity. Why dont we tackle three symbols, three groups of twelve triads each?

Thats twelve times twenty-seven, said James.

Three hundred and twenty-four individuals, said Jessica smoothly.

A good amount. Fuck. James ran his hand through his hair. But what if it isnt?

You want to tackle two symbols instead? asked Serenity. Five hundred against each one?

We could approach the dead zone from four sides, said James pensively. Four or five triads a side. Maybe, yeah. Itll be our first outing fighting like this. Better to build in some redundancy and keep things safe.

If thats your primary concern, said Jessica, then why not extinguish one symbol with the full DRC first? That would be about nine triads per side, around 250 individuals on each front.

I think we should speak with Richard, said James. But yeah. Were going to war as soon as were done talking. And I dont intend to stop ever again. Weve only got 15 days till Nemesis 3 shows up. Weve lost too much time already.

Sounds good to me, said Serenity. I just need a bigger gun.

Ive got a present waiting for you at the Marriott, said Jessica.

You do? Serenity beamed at the other woman. Jessica, I fully retract all the things Ive said behind your back.

Nice, said Jessica, her smile turning pained.

Then lets get going. James checked his new phone. 11:05. Ive got a speech to give and a war to organize.

Serenity looped her arm though his. Cant wait! This is going to be so much fun!