62 Hours till Nesis 2 Released
Jas 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 sothing so high-tech correlate with the vicious, demonic evil of the Nesis 1? How did the Nesis 1s materialize so close in the first place? Was teleportation a thing now?
More importantly, why?
Why send a Nesis 1 after each human? An inescapable agent of soones 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 tir 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 tir 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 na 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.
Jas pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe it wasnt discovering nukes that did all the aliens in. Maybe it was this Nesis system.
Morning sunshine. Serenitys voice was a croak and she erged from her room, a Rage Against the Machine shirt hanging down to her knees. Coffee? Cocaine? Bullet to the head?
Jas 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 Nesis 2 thing. The kitchen was now halfway cleaned. Shed stopped upon uncovering the coffee carafe. The suspense was killing , 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 chro number, wed get matching outfits and matching rifles. Wheel it around town, feeding cute stray dogs and mowing down demons.
Dubious business proposition.
She turned the machine on and it began to gurgle. Yeah, everyone always told I didnt have a head for numbers. Or the law. Or good relationships. But look at now.
Jas raised an eyebrow and she winked at him. Im riding shotgun with the sexy lumberholessjack and kinda sorta getting so kicks out of the apocalypse. I an, at the ti it sucked, but now? That cupcake shop was like the OK Corral. I felt like John Wick in there. Maybe that can be my na? Jane Wick?
Coffee.
n. She fished a couple of mugs out of the sink. So for real. What are we doing today? Hitting up the National Guard?
Jas took up the TV remote and with so trepidation turned on the news.
has confird that a historical draw-down of our military forces abroad is now taking place, with over a hundred thousand active-duty mbers 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 ho. 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 mberships. 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 ssages and confird no irregular brain activity beyond heightened levels of stress and fear. This leads them to hypothesize that these ssages 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 -
Jas 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 dia right now. Thats where the real news is.
The governnt has a free phone program. Federal Lifeline Assistance. You could apply. With a little luck, you could have a replacent within the month.
Ha ha. She sipped her coffee. For real, though. Should we hit up the National Guard, or go level?
Jas realized hed not considered grinding. Hed thought of killing the gremlins so as to help others out, but not expressly to boost his stats. Yeah, maybe. Lets hit up the National Guard, see if I can help. Im curious about how theyre going to help. Patrols? Boost the police? Then we can find so gremlins to kill. Third wave should be hitting today. Therell be millions more out there.
Sounds like a plan. She ruffled his hair then walked back into her room. Ill be ready in a minute.
He watched her retreat into her room, the rust red shirt doing little to hide how her body had changed and averted his eyes. Blushing, he gulped his coffee and then hissed as he burnt his tongue.
Idiot, he muttered.
Ten minutes later they hit the streets. The February sun was weak and the light watery, but the chill breeze felt refreshing, and it was heartening to see life on the streets. The doomsday feel of the night before had receded before so asure of normalcy. With millions still unaffected by the outbreak, it was impossible to expect people to stay ho.
Jas tugged his pimp coat closer and eyed clothing racks as they passed secondhand stores with longing.
No money, said Serenity, looping her arm through his. And cmon, youre building a brand here. That coats super distinctive.
I would pay a hundred bucks for a baseball bat. And just as much for a real jacket.
But youre broke, Im broke, and shits not gotten so bad yet we can just start looting, right? So you got a skillet and a gorgeous fur coat.
To which Jas could only shake his head.
The National Guard were definitely out. Whover was running this operation was doing it right. A tan truck rolled down the street or through an intersection every ten minutes or so, marking their presence, and there were squads outside the subway stations and at bus stops, talking to folks and handing them papers.
Jas hated approaching n and won in uniform. Years on the street had taught him this usually went one way. Not every ti, but cops were often overworked, stressed out, and with no patience for his explanations as to why he was trying to sleep here or asking for money there.
His gut tightened up and he clenched his skillet tighter, but together he and Serenity walked up to the squad stationed beside the bus stop up ahead.
God damnit, why did he only have a pimp coat to wear? The second he could, he was changing it up. Branding be damned.
Half the squad was talking to other pedestrians. They looked casual and competent, glossy black M16 rifles in the Patrol Carry Position, muzzles pointed at the ground. They were dressed in camo, but instead of helts wore tan caps, and on their shoulders wore Arican flag patches under red shields on which a gold lion stood rampant.
Each guard also had a blue armband.
Hey, check it out, said a teenager raising his phone. Its the sexy lumberjack. Dude, youre a legend.
Jas grimaced, but several of the National Guard had turned to him, and in that mont he saw recognition flare in their faces.
Shit.
Sir? A heavy-set guard with a square jaw stepped forward.
The urge to bolt was overwhelming. Jas felt his expression constrict, and if Serenity hadnt been holding onto his arm, he might have turned and run.
Sir? The guard looked him up and down. Are you the, ah, sexy lumberholessjack?
Jas wanted to die, but Serenity raised her chin. You see any other bad asses walking around here?
The mayor has asked that we keep an eye out for you and invite you to speak with his people at the Ergency Managent building here in downtown Brooklyn. Weve been instructed to provide you with transportation.
Am I under arrest?
The guard blinked. Arrest? Were not the police. Im Sergeant tcalf, with the 642nd Aviation Support Battalion, Company C. Youve drawn a lot of attention with your two videos, and the mayor would like to speak with you. Thats all.
Jas took a shaky breath. Its never that simple. And if I refuse?
Sergeant tcalfs expression hardened. Why would you refuse? You clearly have a sense of civic duty, or you wouldnt be posting those videos. Theyve made a difference, but people have questions. You would be providing critical help by sharing what you know. Thats all.
The sergeant hadnt answered his question. Jas gave Serenity a panicky look. Her lips were pursed, but then she gave a curt nod. Fine. Well go.
Very good. The sergeant turned away to speak into his handheld radio, received a confirmation, then turned back. Were all set. Your ride will be here shortly.
How are you guys handling this? asked Jas. If he was to be questioned, he might as well get so info, too. What are you telling people?
Another guard whod be listening gave Jas one of their flyers. It featured a map of Brooklyn with three red stars, the closest being Grand Army Plaza just north of sprawling Prospect Park. The text was simple:
The National Guard is here to help.
If you receive a request to acknowledge a Nesis 1,
Make your way to the closest clearing zone.
Further guidance will be provided there.
Whats happening at these clearing zones? he asked, handing the flyer back.
Were processing people whove been notified, said Sergeant tcalf. Organizing them into groups of fifty or a hundred, taking them into Prospect Park, and then having them accept the acknowledgent request at the sa ti. A cordon of guards then shoots the enemy when they appear. Citizens are then released through another exit and the next batch brought in.
Jas frowned. But only three zones? Were due for the third wave today. That could an millions of folks. At the rate of fifty or a hundred -
The sergeants expression turned grim. Command is adapting and growing the operation as quickly as they can. Were going to be reinforced soon, but this is whats been spun up on short notice. Its also why the mayor is eager to speak with you. What you demonstrated on last nights video was impressive.
Nobody else has been dumping their points into Arete?
Were not leveling fast enough. The guard has been superlative at defeating their own Nesis, but were not racking up enough concentrated kills to rise to ndicant 2 consistently, much less ndicant 3.
Yeah, interjected the guard with the flyers. The na tape read Green. How did you get that high so fast?
Jas 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 tcalf.
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 Neses last night? asked the Sergeant with barely hidden skepticism.
Sure. Serenity lounged against Jas. Dont believe ?
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 na 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. Ca fast then slamd 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 tcalf.
Private Williams, said tcalf, his tone dour. This here is sir, what are your nas?
Jas Kelly.
Serenity.
Mr. Kelly and Miss Serenity needs transportation to the NYC Ergency Managent building on Cadman Plaza East.
Yes Sergeant. Williams turned to Jas, 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 Jas? Jas Kelly. Man, Ive been dying to et you since we saw your video last night. Even while we were deploying word was going around, that this bad-ass pimp was ashing Neses by just looking at them.
Jas 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 Jas.
Her. Shes out in LA. Man, talk about a bad ass! She got trapped in an elevator shaft or sothing, 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? , 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 experint sixty thousand years in the making, and they wanted to see how fast we could evolve before hitting us with the Nesis trial. Like a stress test.
Jas 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 so galaxy super league or sothing.
Galaxy super league.
Yeah, you know? Every civilization thats survived the Nesis 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 . These Neses punks? They aint got a chance.
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