Steam rose from the skull that was half buried in the sand. Driven by morbid curiosity, Jas flew his Wing down and passed slowly over it. The skull alone was bigger than a school bus, the bone undamaged by the impact with the boulders, the stench of boiling brains and burned flesh filling the air.
Thats next level, man, said Yadriel, his voice tinged with awe. Then: No new level? Cmon!
Jas could only marvel. Though the mont had been tense, theyd never been in any actual danger. Their Circles of Protection had held. Theyd dropped the demon in the first mont of engagent.
And yet.
And yet.
And this is only the 8th level? asked Serenity. What the fuck is waiting for us below?
Not this guy, said Denzel, and then gave a half-helpless, half-panicked laugh.
The Castrum Mortis yet stood. Its enaled blue armor was darkened and burned, the nacreous surface of its huge plates cracked and dull, but structurally it had weathered the storm just fine.
Ready for the next level, Castrum? called Jas.
SYSTEMS FUNCTIONAL.
Then lets take a peek at Level 9. Jas pulled his Wing around and started flying toward the new deserted wall.
Hello, Jas, said Olaf, pulling up beside them as they flew. We are going to Level 9, yes? We should be careful. Nine is a powerful number. It could an a big jump in danger.
True. Jas slowed the Wing down. Took a good mont to take in his crew. Denzel was looking a little dazed, unable to take his eyes off the fallen dragon. Miriam was blinking away shock. Yadriel was scowling, still feeling robbed, while Jason looked almost manic, his grin wide and bright. Serenity was grimacing as she lowered first one and then the other autocannon to the Wings supports, undoing the first straps with her teeth, while Olaf himself seed sober and focused. You think we should take a break?
We are still strong, we have many powers, can summon angels, but I think we have seen a lot. ntal Dominion and high Arete shield us from greatest damage, but we have bought humanity eight days, no?
Thats right.
Then perhaps a mont to catch our breath? I have bad feeling about Hopeless Tower.
Jas nodded slowly. It wasnt a question of fatigue, of exhaustion, of lack of power. But theyd just blasted their way through eight levels of horror. So fundantal aspect of their humanity was beleaguered.
Which ant they wouldnt be bringing their best ga to the next floor.
Hey, everyone. Jas brought his Wing around, reversed for awhile as the others slowed, then extended his hand out to the side and burned an Aeviternum.
A glowing teleportation circle appeared mid-air.
Whos up for going ho for a quick coffee and donut?
Serenity was rubbing her shoulder as she rotated her arm. Put so whisky in that coffee and Ill sign right the fuck up.
Yeah, said Denzel. Be good to check in on Kerim and Kimmie.
Whatever you thinks best, sir. Jason squared his shoulders. Im good to keep going on turn back.
Weve bought the world six days respite. Jas looked from one face to the next. We can take a couple of hours to regroup. Maybe check in with the other cities, see if they need so ergency help.
Good plan. Olaf gave a thumbs up. I give it thumbs up.
Jas cast a look over his shoulder at the huge red wall. The portal had to have manifested behind it. Then well be back to pick up where we left off soon. Nineteen layers left to go. Castrum! You good to wait here? Or you want to work your way back through the portals?
I WILL WAIT HERE. ENSURE THE DRAGON DOES NOT RESPAWN.
Oh, shit, right, said Yadriel. We wont be gone long, death castle buddy.
Great. Hang in there. Jas eased his Wing toward the circle.
CHECKLIST PROTOCOL, INITIATED.
Jas gave the huge ch a two-finger salute, then led his crew back ho. He experienced that monts dislocation, and then they flew out the far side before the Marriott hotel.
A wave of imnse relief washed over him. The air felt right, the sky, the buildings, the world. Though overcast and with a freezing misty rain that seed to hover rather than fall, it felt like coming ho. The sll, the rightness of it all.
Even with the wreckage and ruin that filled the avenue, the sound of choppers flying overhead, the grinding screech of tal as a War Hound made its steady way out the back of the hotel, stepping on cars and powering up the avenue.
You promised an Irish coffee, said Serenity with a smile. What do you think about checking out Hermans later if we get a minute? Wont take but a second to fly over there on the Wings.
Jas smiled sadly. Yeah. We can check it out. There was no need to voice his sad skepticism over the place still being open.
Ima park this Wing and head upstairs, said Denzel, flying down to the hotels front entrance. The curb and entryway was clogged with crates, cannisters, and sandbag fortifications behind which machine gunners stood, staring at them with unabashed curiosity.
too, said Miriam.
Command, this is Kelly, said Jas, thumbing on his radio. Weve returned from the Pits. No losses. We managed to clear the first eight levels which has bought us eight days reprieve. Castrum Mortis is holding the fort till we get back down there.
The response was a generalized static made up of countless cheers and whoops and shouts of joy from who knew how many officers and authorized personnel on the channel. Jas blinked then grinned, surprised; of course people were gonna lose their shit. Jas and his crew had just co back from hell with good news. Whereas to him this felt like a quick business break, to them this was word of salvation.
The shouting and cheering died down. The other Crimson Hydra folks clustered in to hear, their Wings like horses bumping against each other.
Kelly, this Hackworth. Hot damn. Can I just say that again? Hot damn.
Ironic, said Serenity.
Its too early to celebrate, but thats so outstanding news. Were still here at the edge of the Pit, but we can et at the Marriott for a quick post-action debrief. If weve got eight days, I want to hear what happened so we can maximize the good you can do before heading down. Well be there in thirty, over.
Copy, Colonel. Well be here waiting.
More cheers broke out on the radio, and now the machine gunners in their nests joined in, hollering and clapping and grinning up at them.
Yadriel raised both arms in a victory pose, and even Jason couldnt help but grin back. The crew flew their Wings down, but Jas looked over to Serenity. Im going to check in with Jessica, then Ill et you at the hotel bar?
Nah, the hotel bars was stripped clean ages ago. Mostly by . Ill grab a bottle, but we can head to Hermans after chatting with Hackworth, yeah?
Sounds good. Jas grinned at her and pulled his Wing away, curving around the corner of the hotel as he headed toward the back.
Drones were flying through the air making the place as busy as a beehive. How long had they been in the Pits? Jas checked his watch. Three hours. Weird. It had felt shorter than that.
He nosed his Wing down the busy ramp. Already the place was busier than when hed seen it last. A new platform was placed front and center at the ramps base, a gleaming steel expanse beyond which descended a conveyor belt. A launch pad. A massive drone was assembled upon it, roughly the size of an Abrams tanks, all diamond and gold, its lines elegant and beautiful. Ant robots crawled over it, soldering and working, while coils infused it with Aeviternum from huge battery banks placed close by.
Jessica was overseeing this project, her feet on the ground, her Omni floating above her shoulder. A battery of translucent screens hovered about her, and she held her chanicus to one side, its wand-like length wreathed in white fire.
New toy? asked Jas as his Wing settled silently beside her.
Jas! She grinned and threw herself at him, hugging him tightly, chin pressed into his shoulder. Jas inhaled her scent then returned her smile as she drew back. I heard youd already erged, but nobodys sharing details. How was hell?
Hells grand. Jas settled back in the Wings seat and crossed his hands on his lap. Easy going so far. Were too overpowered for the levels weve hit, but thats slowly changing. Its out there. So we ca back to catch our breath before diving back down. Whats this?
This? Jessica turned to the tank-sized drone. Im calling it a Cornucopia Seed. Itll fly to Chicago and plant itself there. In twelve hours ti it should be generating reapers, then expand from there to beco a machine-producing plant. Whats key is that itll dedicate half its resources to generating a new Cornucopia Seed whichll fly on to Detroit, hopefully within 36 hours. The ideas that theyll self-propagate across the country, with one landing in every city thats got a Pit by the end of the week.
No shit. Jas studied the huge gleaming construct. Thats so science fiction stuff right there.
Yes. Jessica sighed and pursed her lips, but he could tell she was satisfied. Were going to be focusing on Castrums here and creating long-distance Seeds. My goals to send one to Europe by the end of the week, a second to xico. If you can buy us two weeks, theres a chance we can get so to India and China. Though the situation there is
Yeah. There was no need to elaborate. So were getting another Castrum? Your first ones not really had a chance to flex yet, but on the eighth level it lasered the battlents off this wall. Was amazing.
Yes. The second Castrums slated to be ready in about four hours ti. Going a little slower than expected due to our focusing on the Seeds.
Well wait for it before going back. Having two of those bad boys will be a treat. Jas studied Jessica. You been taking care of yourself?
Taking care of myself? Jessica laughed. Funny.
Serenity and I are grabbing a drink in an hours ti. Co with us. Thirty minutes. ntal health break.
Jessica frowned at the screens around her. Dont think I can. Weve three concurrent -
Her Omni interjected. Jessica, your Gamma brainwaves have degraded by an average of 17% over the past twelve hours. Aeviternum expenditure cannot compensate for emotional and spiritual exhaustion.
See? Jas grinned at Jessica. Youll be more efficient if you take a break. Do it in the na of efficiency.
Correct, said the Omni. Even thirty minutes of relaxation and mild alcohol intake will improve your wellbeing by an estimated 23%.
Just one Moscow Mule, said Jas. For efficiencys sake.
Jessica frowned at her Omni then at Jas, then laughed and threw up her hands. Fine. For the sake of efficiency.
Excellent. Ill radio in when were heading out.
Hmm. Jessicas fingers danced over a screen. A section lit up silver. The light gathered itself then shot away along invisible circuitry in the air to disappear into the depths of the huge hangar space. Ill try and wrap things up here.
Jas willed the Wing to rise and fly toward the stables by the elevators. Leaving the craft parked, he pressed the elevator button.
Do you think I should be more forward? Jelly sounded nervous.
About what?
That gorgeous Omni.
You into her?
Are you asking if Id like to enter a state of quantum entanglent with her?
I dont know. Am I?
Jelly sighed. Id willingly superpose my current state with hers, yes.
Jas stared at Jelly. I may be wrong, but sothing tells shed appreciate that kind of flirting.
You think so? All right. Ill ask her next ti if she wants to try and occupy the sa space at the sa ti.
As long as you dont set off any explosions.
The elevator doors slid open. Jas entered. They rose to the lobby. People turned and let out a cheer as they erged. Jas smiled, waved, and made his way through the sparse crowd, nodding and accepting well-wishes as he went.
Hackworth entered through the hotels front doors. A wave of soldiers, operators, and command folks surrounded him, but they stepped aside so that a channel appeared between him and Jas.
People watched, eyes shining and unable to resist smiles as Hackworth pointed at Jas and grinned at him. There he is. The first man to enter hell and return.
Actually, Jesus did that, said his XO Major Baker.
Hackworth didnt even glance at him. The second man to enter hell and return, then. Outstanding. And he marched forward to clap Jas on the shoulder and shake his hand.
Jass smile was wry. Colonel.
Lets talk. Tell what I need to know. Hackworth guided Jas down a hallway, leaving the large lobby behind, and soon they were ensconced within a conference room, every chair taken, people standing along the walls as they listened in.
It felt like a return to the old days in the Ergency Managent offices. But the dead screens on the walls showed how things had changed.
Jas caught them up to speed. In ten minutes hed recounted everything theyd seen and done, how theyd left it, and Jessicas promise to provide a second Castrum for their foray into the ninth level.
Weve word from across the country that the Pits are quiet, said Hackworth. But thats scarce comfort. Our losses since the Monitors expedited the schedule have been catastrophic. The collapse of almost all infrastructure has made it near impossible to get an accurate picture of our current situation, but its not good.
Jas nodded, expression bleak.
The situation globally is just as terrible. The waves of new Nems shattered defenses. There are few governnts left. Mostly were hearing from pockets of resistance, most of them military in nature. Jessicas projects will help turn the tide, but we dont know if her Seeds will find anybody left to protect.
Hackworth pinched the bridge of his nose and grimaced. So let ask you the one question that everybodys thinking. What happens if we defeat the last layer of the Pits? Will that cause the demons to leave? Will that be the end of this?
Everybody stared at Jas.
The urge to reassure them, to speculate, was imnse. But Jas could only shake his head. I dont know. That would be the fair outco. But nothing about this has been fair from the get-go. Just had a semblance of it to keep us playing ball. We dont know what well find at the bottom. Maybe the demons running this whole shit-show. If we kill them - if we can kill them - then who knows what will happen?
Expressions were grim.
The way Ive been thinking about it, said Star Boy, is that this is still better than being hit by an asteroid the size of Cuba. Rember those movies? Wed all be wiped out like this. He snapped his fingers. This apocalypse at least allows us to fight back. It is grueso? Heck yeah. But theres no fighting a world-busting asteroid. So, this scenario? Marginally better.
Thanks, Star Boy, said Hackworth dryly. Im sure we all feel better for your wise and comforting words.
Star Boy gave a brisk nod. I live to serve, sir.
When are you planning to head back down?
Four hours ti, with the second Castrum. I want Crimson Hydra to get their head back in the ga before we do.
Got it. Anything you need from us?
Jas stood. I think were good. You help people topside, well take care of whats below.
Right. Hackworth also stood. Then enjoy a little R&R. Well be ready when you are.
Major Baker stood. A sheen of sweat covered his face. All right. All right. All right.
Jas stared at the XO in confusion.
All right. Everyone on my mark. Baker exhaled, closed his eyes for a mont, then drew his sidearm and shot Jas in the face.
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