Chapter 102: Star Boy

Chapter 102: Star Boy

Star Boy nearly tripped as he scrambled out of the elevator, pushing everyone ahead of him. Go, go!

He knew everybody in the gaggle of personnel before him, comm officers and assistants mostly, their terror rank, their breaths coming in panicked gasps. The brilliant lighting of the parking garage was a balm, meant they were safe, and Fabricators were on hand to pull folks away from the elevator, clearing the doors.

Richard! Cindy shoved her way back to him. What are you doing? Youre not going back up there?!

I have to, Cindy. He drew himself up and gazed off over her shoulder, trying to look noble. There are people still trapped up there. You know how it is. They need a hero.

Shut the fuck up, you cant go back up there, you can barely make manna bread -

Star Boys heart was pounding, and it felt like liquid terror was coursing through his veins, but he knew what he had to do. Cindy? I wont flinch from my duty.

Duty my ass, we need you coordinating -

He swept forward, wrapped an arm around her waist, and dipped her down to kiss her passionately. She froze, and when he drew back her eyes were wide, shocked.

Well always have Paris, he whispered, then straightened and stepped back into the elevator to hit the lobby button.

You dont even have a gun! she wailed.

He raised his hand and finger-gun shot her in the heart. The doors closed. All bravado fell away. Fuck fuck fuck, he whispered, running his hands over his balding head. OK Star Boy, this is just like in Jurassic Park, kids are in the kitchen, just a dont draw attention, velociraptors dont eat what they dont see

The elevator doors dinged and opened to reveal the ruined lobby. The far doors were shattered, having burst inward with the first furious Nem3 assault. Couches were knocked over, glass glittered like handfuls of diamond, and streaks of blood were vivid against the floor where people had died and been tossed around.

Bodies. A dozen at a glance, mostly the military guys whod tried to put up a stand during those first few seconds.

No Nem3s.

Fuck, whispered Star Boy, rubbing his palms on his hips. Hed not bothered with a gun. Without Smite they were useless anyways, and he couldnt shoot a door from a distance of a dozen yards. No, better to stay frosty, to stay sharp. This was a witty mans game, and he was the wittiest.

OK, where the fuck did you guys go? he whispered, peering out of the elevators. Gunfire echoed from one of the ballrooms, along with the ecstatic shrieking of a demon, and Star Boys entire being broke out in goosebumps. Why hadnt he grabbed some amulets? A breastplate? An axe?

Because none of it would have helped against an actual demon.

Softly softly catchee monkey, he whispered and eased out of the elevator. It was really kind of amazing, how badly his body didnt want to do what it was told. It reminded him of the fifteen minutes it had taken him that one time to leap off a boulder into a frozen lake. It was like his instincts were ten steps ahead of his mind, and knew he was better served just staying still.Witness the debut of this chapter, unveiled through Ñôv€l--B1n.

But fuck that noise, he was the Star Boy.

OK, first hed check the hotel offices. Theyd placed their spillover personnel back there. Wincing with each noise he made, Star Boy ghosted across the lobby, trying to avoid stepping on broken glass or smears of blood. More roaring came from upstairs. Had a Nem3 gotten up to the rooms?

No matter.

Star Boy rounded the huge front desk and dropped down. Why the fuck was he panting? He wiped sweat from his brow. Ridiculous. He crawled to the office door, pushed it open.

Dont shoot! Its just your friendly neighborhood Star Boy!

He raised his head. The small, open plan office was in disarray, with three military guys aiming rifles at him while a dozen office workers crowded in behind. Hey, hi there. Somebody order pastrami?

Jesus Christ, Star Boy, said one of the soldiers, a lanky dude called Orville. What the fuck you doing in here?

Coasts clear. Time to get below. Cmon. Star Boy gave them all his best shit-eating grin. Im here now. Nothing to be worried about.

Nah, said another soldier, his name tag reading Lee. We should hang tight, stay quiet. Were safe here.

Aye, fight and you may die, whispered Star Boy, pushing off the wall. Run and youll live. At least a while. The Nem3 paused, momentarily confused as Star Boys voice gained strength. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance? Just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives

The elevator dinged again. The Nem3 canted its head to one side. Star Boy was hyperventilating, and with a cry he screamed the last words, But theyll never take our freedom!

And he hurled himself forward, right fist drawn back to punch the shit out of the Nem3.

A bolt of white lighting burst down from the ceiling, immolating the demon where it stood, reducing it to shadows and blue overtones. A shockwave burst out, passing right through Star Boy, who closed with the demon and swung wildly, missed, overbalanced, and crashed to the floor.

The shocking light faded. Star Boy pushed himself upright and saw the Nem3 reduced to desiccated coal and ash. The huge monster collapsed upon itself, falling apart in great chunks.

What? He looked past the demon to the elevators where a large, powerful man had emerged. His beard was thick and shot through with seams of gray, and his face was weathered by countless years exposed to the elements. On his brow sat a dauntless courage, while in his eyes dwelt a deep melancholy and resolve that spoke to a strength far outside anything Star Boy would ever know. His one hand was outstretched, having just unleashed his Assault, and his craggy brows were lowered in focus and confusion over what hed just witnessed.

Star Boy, rasped James Kelly. Did you try to punch that demon?

Well, yeah. Star Boy climbed to his feet, heart racing, mind spinning. I challenged it to a Mike Tyson knock-out kind of thing. You know.

Well holy shit. Jamess voice was soft. Thats gotta be the craziest shit Ive ever seen. You OK?

Star Boy rubbed chunks of glass out of his palms. A little scratched up. War wounds, you know how it is. Jesus Christ, James, its good to see you.

James cocked his head at the sound of another roar coming from deeper in the hotel. Looks like were not done here.

They came in the front, six of them, said Star Boy. Overwhelmed our defenses. It was a mad house.

Then lets go. James broke into a run, cutting across the lobby. Star Boy went to follow, but James had already disappeared down the hallway before he was halfway there. Star Boy ran faster, wanting to laugh, to sing, and caught sight of James entering the huge ballroom. He ran down the carpeted hallway, but the action was already over by the time he reached the doors.

The ballroom was a mess. A handful of operators had been on hand to defend the heart of Blue Light, but their resistance had been brief.

The number of dead was ghastly.

James had dispatched the three Nems almost instantaneously, and now was hitting the wounded with Sacred Strikes, healing them completely. Star Boy. We need to get word out that the situation here is under control. Our teams in the field need guidance.

Guidance, under control, got it. Star Boy bobbed his head and ran over to his station. His headphones, everything was just as hed left it ten minutes ago. His gaze landed on Brunos face, his buddy that had been helping him code in new upgrades, and he flinched and looked away.

Im going to clear out the rest of the building, James called out, silencing the babble of conversation. Youre all safe now. If you can, support our people. The fight out theres ugly and still ongoing.

Yes sir, said one guy, then another, and soon everyone was streaming back to their stations.

Im going to find Hackworth and the rest of command, said James. Star Boy, you got this?

Star Boy met Jamess eyes. How the man had changed. Good god, it was like trying to hold the gaze of a primal, ancient warrior, a being more legend than reality. A dark aura of power hung about the man, and he seemed more than merely human.

He actually seemed up to the task at hand.

To fighting this god damned apocalypse.

Yes, James, said Star Boy, straightening and feeling a rush of pride over being singled out. I got this.

Good. Hang in there, everybody.

And with that James stepped back out into the hallway and was gone.

Hot damn, whispered Star Boy, sliding into his seat. Hot fucking damn.