It was a four-hour flight to Old Crow. The Gulf Stream was svelte and elegant and cut through the air with silent efficacy, cruising just shy of the speed of sound and with enough gas to make the return flight without needing to refuel.
Yadriel was like a kid at Christmas. He let out a cry of sheer amazent as he entered the plane and then stopped, taking in the huge leather seats, the teak dining tables between groups of four, the geotric patterns on the rich gray carpet, the huge port hole windows.
Man, I made it! He tossed his duffel bag into the arms of the steward and leaped into the closest seat, stretching out with a pointed sigh of contentnt as he interlaced his fingers behind his head and kicked out his legs. Yo, you guys got any champagne up in here?
We do, sir, said the steward with obvious good training. Would Moet Chandon suffice?
Moet Chandon? You aint got Crystal?
Serenity smacked Yadriel upside the head as she passed him, the other filing in behind. People dropped into the seats, almost everyone still beholden to the luxuries of the old world that they couldnt help but gaze around themselves with so small asure of wonder and appreciation.
The main cabin had seating for ten, the plane being divided into two areas, and Jas sat in the back with Kerim, Serenity, and Olaf. After a brief wait, the jet pulled out onto the airstrip. A single figure was directing them with a glowstick, and Jas looked past the man at the dark bulk of JFK airport. The terminals were dark, the machines and cars and luggage trucks sitting silent. Was there a skeleton crew keeping things moving? Or had military folks co out here just to get them off the ground?
They took off smoothly, and a mont later the steward ca down the length of the plane with a silver tray of chocolate dipped strawberries in one hand, another bearing flutes of champagne.
Thanks hon, said Serenity, flashing the man a smile. Youre the best.
Enjoy, said the dude. Sothing tells these may be the last chocolate strawberries in the world.
Jas turned his over in his fingers and then took a bite. Damn good.
Olaf leaned forward, his champagne flute dwarfed by his massive fingers. One thing I have been wanting to know: do you think there is chance we go back to normal after this is over?
Jas exchanged a glance with Serenity. Normal?
Yah. Chocolate covered strawberries. Good TV shows. People happy and living good lives again.
Jas sat back. Thats a hell of a question.
Weve already lost, what, almost half our species? asked Serenity.
About that, yes, said Kerim. Though the ability to detail losses has degraded as weve lost more people. Given everything Ive seen, however, I dont think it would be untoward to guess three or four billion dead, especially in light of this fourth wave.
Olaf frowned. But we can win?
What does winning an? asked Jas softly.
Defeat the Neses. Clean the Pits. Win.
Not the way things are going, replied Jas. I dont think so. Theres an intelligence behind whats going on, but I dont get the sense it wants to leave us new and improved after the dusts settled.
Olaf drained his flute in one pull and set the glass on the glossy table before him. Then what do you think it wants?
Thats the million-dollar question. Jas looked at Kerim. Professor?
Nobody knows, obviously. But its clear were rewarded for certain behaviors. We level as a result of using our powers to kill demons, and level faster for working in teams. The challenges that are thrown our way are always surmountable after terrible losses. Its clear this System wants us to reach the Pits, to evolve and grow. It would have been simple to deprive us of Manna bread and cause mass starvation. But they didnt. Our Fabricators can construct everything from shirts to War Hounds.
So the System is like parents? asked Olaf dubiously. Stick and apple?
Yes, said Kerim after a monts hesitation. But we still dont know to what end. Are we a source of amusent? Do the demonic leaders watch us to see how long we will last, and place bets? Or is this ant to be a form of spiritual purification, so that the worthy - as determined by demonic morality - are rewarded if they survive long enough? Do the odds only grow forever until all are slain, or is there a hidden end point beyond which every survivor inherits the Earth? We dont know.
Theyre bastards, said Serenity, tapping the base of her flute against her knee. We know that much. They pretend to help us, but its as Jas said. Were ant to suffer and grow weaker with every wave. As a species. Whoevers in charge is a fuckin sadist.
Jas nodded. Yeah. Thats the feeling I get. The Benedictions, the Virtues, all of it. Theyre tools, but insufficient. Were being bled out as a species. The question is for how long well remain distracted by our new shinies while the rest of us die.
Olafs frown deepened. So you do not think we can win?
Not if we play according to their rules. Hence this trip. Jas saw the pain in Olafs eyes. Im sorry, big guy. I dont think theres any going back to the way things were. But if we fight smart instead of just hard, maybe we can create our own future, not just the one the demons want.
Olaf sat back, crossed his arms, and stared out the window. Up front laughter broke out; soone had made a musical selection, and so bounce music had co up, the beat infectious, the bass deep. Kimmie jumped up and began to dance with surprising fluidity, prompting Yadriel to leap up and move behind her to start hip thrusting. She laughed, turned, and shoved him in the chest so that he fell back into his chair.
Im in love, yo! Yadriel grinned up to Kimmie. I didnt know you could move like that, girl! Lets make babies.
Serenity snorted. Guess so things never change.
Thank god, said Jas, feeling as old as he was amused, and clinked his flute with hers before taking another sip.
* * *
They descended into Old Crow in the middle of the night. There was nothing to see outside the window but endless darkness. It felt like descending into the depths of a mariti trench. Down they flew, the pilots voice muffled from the cockpit as he made the occasional statent over the radio, and the whole plane grew silent as everybody crowded around the windows.
Nothing.
No moon, no illumination.
The steward bade them all buckle up, and half an hour later they landed, the runway gravely, the pilot skilled so that there was barely a bump.
Welco to Old Crow, Yukon Territory, said the pilot over the comms. The local ti is 11:31 PM, and the temperature is -32 degrees Fahrenheit. The airport here is pretty bare bones, but I believe there are a couple of people on hand to help with your bags and get you oriented. Give us a mont and well have you figured out.
Negative 32? mouthed Serenity.
The seatbelt light switched off, and everybody began pulling out parkas and winter gear from their backpacks. Jas did the sa, and for the next five minutes the cabin was full of the sound of synthetic fabrics rubbing on each other, muffled laughter, and people getting ready for the brutal cold.
Rupert, the steward, pushed out the doorway and helped direct a push-staircase up to the side of the plane. He helped affix the railing, then descended into the blistering cold, the others crowding after.
Jas paused at the top of the tal staircase. There wasnt much to take in. A small building with sloping roofs stood close by, lit up by exterior lamps and with its windows blazing yellow. The airport terminal. The cold was wicked, and he hunched his shoulders as he descended to the runway, which was packed dirt.
Two n were helping Rupert unload their baggage, but one straightened and pointed a heavily gloved hand toward the building. Wait inside the terminal, he said, voice gruff. Sarah is waiting for you inside. Warr.
Nobody needed further prompting. Hefting their bags, everybody hurried across the snow to the terminal.
Im going to take a quick look around, said Jelly. Be right with you.
They pushed their way into the large, empty-feeling building. It was new construction, the polished cent floor covered in huge black rugs, one side dominated by AirNorth kiosks, classic airport seating for a dozen people filling up the rest of the space.
The place was empty but for a woman in a fur-fringed parka, who smiled widely as they all entered the warm light. Hello! Welco to Old Crow, the northernmost non-Inuit community in North Arica, and the only one located north of the Arctic Circle.
Sarah? asked Jas, moving forward.
Yes, Sarah Josie. I own the Porcupine Bed and Breakfast. We dont have enough space to accommodate you all comfortably, but your point of contact, a, ah, Star Boy?
Yeah, sighed Jas. Star Boy.
Yes, he has already settled your accounts for the next week and asked that I help get you situated. You are military like the others?
The others? asked Serenity.
Sarahs eyes widened slightly. The other teams? You are the third group to arrive this week. The larger Choo Deenjik Accommodations are taken by them?
No maam, said Jas. Were not with anybody else. You catch who they were?
Yes sir, the first group arrived three days ago. Canadian military, they helped us with the Nesis 3s. The second group arrived this afternoon by helicopter from White Horse. I think theyre also Arican?
Arican military? Jasons head reared back. Here?
Yes sir, said Sarah nodding firmly. They were asking about Patrick Belanger?
Jas felt everything grow still. You know Belanger?
Sarah made a face. Old Crow is a very small community, sir. Everybody here knows everyone else.
Is he here? In town?
No sir, Patrick never ca into town much, and not since his arrest a few months back. Sarah narrowed her eyes. Why is everybody so interested in him? What has he done?
Thats what were here to find out, said Jas heavily. You know where he lives?
He claid the old Billington hostead when he moved into the area a couple of years back. Thats a good fifteen miles north, accessible by snowmobile. Was he telling the truth? About the apocalypse?
Theres a chance he was, said Jas. Sarahs wariness was growing rapidly, her suspicion and alarm. We dont want to get him in any trouble. We just want to talk to him, see what he knows. Its why weve flown up here from New York. Just to talk and see if what he knows could help.
I see. Well, you can speak to Robbie tomorrow about snowmobiles if you want to get out there. If they havent all been rented already.
Great, said Yadriel. We shoulda brought the Wings.
Yeah, should of just stashed them in the overhead compartnts, said Denzel.
Maybe we can get situated at your B&B, said Jas. Talk a little more there?
Sure. Its not far, but you wont want to walk in this cold. I can fit three of you in my truck at a ti. I can take you there in groups.
Sounds great, thank you.
Thank you, said Kimmie with a broad smile. We will appreciate everything youre doing.
For a mont Jas expected to feel Kimmies power, for her to start working on Sarahs reluctance with Inspire, but when it didnt co he felt a sense of relief.
The two guys brought in the last of their suitcases, and it turned out Rupert and the pilot, Captain Jeramy, were going to be staying closed by at one of their hos until needed for the return flight.
Everybody said their thank yous and goodnights, and then Sarah took Jas, Olaf, and Kimmie out to her truck.
The cold was wicked, and Jas hunched over the backseat as Sarah turned on her truck and put the heater to blasting. It didnt do anything, and the layers of arctic gear felt useless as he hugged himself and stared out the window.
Old Crow was a tiny community set alongside a broad river, the roads broad like avenues, the buildings dwarfed by the imnsity of the starlit skies and looking to be mostly log cabins or other single story buildings. The truck drove slowly through the snow, and four minutes later pulled up outside Sarahs ho.
It was a large wooden building with a peaked roof and nothing to indicate it was a B&B. A solitary pine tree grew at an angle as if it had been hit by a car, and the motion sensor light lit up the white snow that blanketed everything.
Sarah led them inside with forced cheer. The interior was warm and hoy, with patterned blankets thrown over couches or hanging like tapestries from the wooden walls. There were three small rooms in the back, each large enough for two, and Sarah had clearly prepared for them by turning the living room into a campsite that could accommodate another three.
Coffees there, tea, you can raid the fridge, make yourselves at ho. Sarah smiled and returned to the front door. Ill be right back with the next lot.
Half an hour later they were all present, and the building felt packed, voices interlacing, people stomping around, the fireplace roaring. Kimmie helped Sarah make hot chocolates for everybody, and folks paired off while Yadriel, Jason, and Kimmie claid the couch and sleeping bags laid out in the living room.
Jas waited for the right mont, and when Sarah was left alone in the kitchen stepped inside with a handful of dirty mugs and moved to the sink.
Oh, youre fine, Ill clean those in the morning.
Happy to help, he murmured. There was no dishwasher. He took up a sponge and small bottle of dish liquid. You been in Old Crow long?
My whole life, she said, turning to regard him. Feels like it, anyways. I moved here in 93 to marry Pete. He passed five years ago, and now I think Im here for good, though Ive a sister who keeps telling to move to Dawson City. She considered him. But you just want to know about Belanger.
Guilty as charged. He set a dripping mug aside. You rember anything about his arrest?
At least youre straight forward about it. Yes, was a big to-do. Hed only co into town a dozen tis, less and less as ti went by. Word was hed claid the hostead, though I dont know how, that old place was half collapsed. But he bought so tools and an old snowmobile. Not sure where he got the money from, Kevin said his notes were all crumpled and old like hed been sitting on them for several decades. Hed co in for supplies, but nobody really liked him. Too Sarah paused, looking for the right word. Wild? Like he was more wolf than man. But he was tough. Like old roots. Youd have to be, to live out there by yourself.
Mmmhmm, said Jas, setting another mug aside.
Anyways, he kept to himself and we were glad to leave him alone. But then on the 19th he showed up yelling about the apocalypse. He tore across town, trying to find soone to listen to him. So of the boys confronted him, told him to simr down, and he started throwing punches. That got him arrested, but he broke free sohow and got back out onto his snowmobile. Left town. Chief Anderson filed his report, and then everything went to hell.
Sarah sighed and stared out at nothing. Guess Belanger had been right. Anyways, so military types ca out to investigate Andersons report, flew out to hostead in a chopper. There was no sign of Belanger, but there was a demon symbol thing floating above his house. Its still there, last we heard.
Huh. Jas turned and crossed his arms. Nobodys seen Belanger since?
No. And if he dont want to be found, nobody will, either. Its a big country out there. Belangers comfortable with the wilderness. If hes gone to ground, nobody will find him. Sarahs gaze turned hard. Not you, not the other soldiers, not anybody.
Jas, there are two n watching your building from across the road. Theyre using military gear I dont recognize. Want to buzz them?
No, hold on. Ill be with you in a sec.
I see. Well. Thanks for the information, Sarah. Its much appreciated.
Its been a month since Patrick disappeared. Whatever youre looking for, Mr. Kelly, I can tell you one thing: its long gone.
Jas pushed off the counter. Well just have to see about that. Good night, Ms. Sarah. And he stepped past her to rejoin his crew.
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