Jas awoke to the sound of soone moving around the kitchen. Blinked, pald his eyes, then sat up. Jessica had set a bunch of to-go boxes on the counter, so bags on the floor, and was digging out plates and cutlery.
He checked his countdown tir:
2 Hours till Nesis 2 Released
Dusk was falling. He must have slept almost ten hours.
Evening, said Jessica briskly, pausing to drape her blazer over the back of a chair and roll up her sleeves. I realized you all had probably not thought about dinner. With Nesis 2 about to happen, I decided to bring sothing over.
Damn. His voice was a rasp. Mighty thoughtful of you.
Its my job. She hesitated, eyeing the kitchenette. Not a lot of options here. Which is why I brought Delmonicos.
That a burger joint?
Jessica looked askance at him over her shoulder. The fireteams coming up. I brought so for them, too. If you want to shower, youve about five minutes before the steaks get too cold, and I refuse, on principal, to allow anyone to microwave them. New clothing is in the bags.
Shower, right. Jas stood. Thats when he caught the sll and his mouth flooded like a bulldogs. Oh shit. What is that?
Four minutes, thirty seconds, said Jessica coolly, opening drawers.
And new clothing? Jas walked over and poked inside the bags. They were full of folded up clean stuff. Damn. Im going to double your pay.
Ha.
Jas strode into Serenitys room.
She was sitting up in bed, t-shirt drawn down over her knees to her ankles, face illuminated by her new phone. Morning.
Jessica brought steak.
Serenity didnt look up. I knew my feelings for her werent Platonic.
Jas snorted, entered the bathroom, showered. For the first ten seconds the water ran black with ash. He turned up the temperature to scalding and let the heat scour away the last of the day, the pain, the misery.
Stepped out, toweled off, wrapped the towel around his waist, and went through the new clothing. It was all from the Bass Pro. Long sleeve shirts, canvas pants, socks, underwear, and in the second bag a bulky gray and black ice jacket.
Jas hadnt worn anything this nice in almost a decade, and better yet, it was all durable.
Hey, Serenity!
What?
Get a pair of scissors.
He heard her mutter, get up, and a mont later she pushed open the door to hand him an old kitchen pair. She smirked. Dang. I was hoping youd be naked.
Jas turned to the small mirror. Sure you were.
You going to trim?
Uh huh.
Here, let . No, seriously, I went to hairdresser school for a month before I changed my mind. Sit on this stool.
He sat reluctantly, made sure the towel didnt split open, raised his chin.
Serenity pursed her lips, ran her fingers through his beard a few tis, considered.
Jas closed his eyes as she began to snip. It felt nice, being touched. Had been far, far too long. Her fingers were efficient, but still he drank in the touch. Snip snip. She mussed his beard, cut more. Tilted his head, cut. Tilted it the other way, cut.
Brushed his jawline, stepped back, considered.
Done?
She frowned, leaned in, snipped off a little more, then pulled the mirror off the wall. Im a fucking artist. And with a pair of kitchen scissors, no less.
Jas considered his reflection. His beard had gone from almost a foot long to just a few inches. The hair still grew up his cheeks, but it looked halfway decent. Nice job.
Nice job? She threw up her hands and stord out. Im going to go eat your steak.
Jas chuckled, hung up the mirror, pulled his hair back into a ponytail and found a hair band with which to tie it off. Pulled on an Arctic blue long sleeved shirt, gray canvas pants, new socks with working elastics.
Voices ca from the living room. The fire team. Suddenly Jas felt a pang of nervousness. An irrational desire to pull on shitty clothing ca over him. He ran his hands down the new fabric, felt a fool. Would they laugh at him when he ca out? Worse, would they smile and then look away in amusent?
Get over yourself, he grumbled. Youre a grown man, for Christ sakes.
He slid his phone in his new back pocket and erged.
The fire team was clustered around the counter. The boxes were open, and people were putting steaks on plates, mashed potatoes, grilled vegetables, skinny fries. The sll was insane, and the steaks were huge and over an inch thick.
Ive died, said Delvecchio through a mouthful. God damn. Its all downhill from here.
Mancini looked around, saw Jas, and then grinned. Looking sharp.
Serenity and Jessica both considered him. Jas flushed and moved up to grab a plate brusquely.
He cleans up nice, doesnt he? said Serenity in a teasing tone. So long, sexy lumberholess jack. We barely knew ya.
Just a shower, he grumbled, putting a steak on his plate. And thanks, Jessica.
She was leaning back, one arm crossed over her chest, cup of water held up in the other hand. Youre welco.
She sounded very quietly pleased with herself.
Jas was impressed. Shed brought ten boxes for six starving people. It was just barely enough. He filled his plate and stepped back, chewing on a mouthful of fries.
Huffman caught his eye. She was quiet, at the back of the group, her eyes swollen from crying. She ate chanically, her brow furrowed.
Nobody else ntioned it, so Jas left well alone.
For a few minutes there was nothing but the sound of enthusiastic chewing and the occasional moan from Delvecchio.
My family owns an ironic deli, he said between mouthfuls. Upstate. Its doing great, I an, the family politics is a nightmare, makes Ga of Thrones look PG13, but the food.
An ironic deli? asked Serenity. I love it already.
Yeah, my uncles idea. Delvecchio popped a Brussel sprout into his mouth. He studied old 50s photos of New York Delis, and then copied the style, but went a step too far on purpose. Weve even got a barber pole. But the Reuben. I thought Id work there when I graduated high school, but shit didnt work out.
What happened? asked Mancini, who ate much like a hawk, fierce, quick chewing and then careful selection of his next bite.
Delvecchio gave a rueful laugh. Fuck, if I tell you Ill never hear the end of it.
Wait, said Serenity. Ga of Thrones? Did you sleep with your sister?
Delvecchio scowled and threw a Brussel sprout at her, which she plucked from the air and popped in her mouth. No! What do you think I am? He hesitated. My cousin.
Oh shit! Serenity grinned. Your cousin! First cousin?
Delvecchio sighed. It almost tore our family apart. My uncle got in a fist fight with my dad, whod then tried to buy him out of the business.
Thats next level, said Singh quietly. No wonder you chose to join the army.
Youd understand if you t her, said Delvecchio sadly. We t for the first ti when we were both sixteen. My uncle moved to our town to start the deli.
Fucked up! said Serenity, delighted.
Yeah, said Delvecchio, then smiled and shook his head. It really was. But those were the best two months of my life.
Jas snorted, chewed on the insanely good steak. What about you, sergeant? Where you from?
Cleveland. Mancini nodded as he chewed, as if agreeing with himself. Family was all doctors. They were horrified when I signed up. But Im a patriot. Felt like I had responsibilities. He said it as a simple fact. Before I knew it, I was in Kabul. Was there right till the withdrawal. What a shitshow.
Nods from Delvecchio and Singh.
Jas looked to Singh, who was the only one not wolfing down his food.
My family resides in Indianapolis. Everybody ca over from India in the 70s. Uncles, aunts, grandparents, my parents. They did very well. His smile was mirthless. My decision to join was not understood either. I am definitely the black sheep of the family.
So, whyd you join? asked Serenity.
I didnt find Indianapolis very exciting, and my familys expectations were constricting. He shrugged. Also, I am a wild and reckless man.
Right, snorted Delvecchio.
Excuse , said Huffman. She put her plate down and left the apartnt. They heard her descend the stairs and then the slam of the front door.
The fire team exchanged glances.
She hasnt heard from her parents, said Mancini quietly. She got hold of a neighbor who said they heard screams and gunfire from her family house, but the neighbors not answering the phone now, either.
Shit, said Jas quietly.
Delvecchio lowered his plate. Maybe we shouldnt have talked about families.
No. Mancini was quietly certain. Huffman would have hated our avoiding the topic on her account. Im going to go speak with her. Delvecchio, you touch my steak Ill drop you.
The sergeant left.
They ate in silence until Jessica spoke up.
Quick update. City Hall is a ss. Several key people died today despite preparations, and thats only heightened the strain on our ability to handle this crisis. Basic services are temporarily suspended, so we can expect to see trash overflow and the post office is closed.
Who cares about the fucking post office? asked Serenity.
Jessica shrugged. Its a pillar of civil society and does a lot more than just deliver letters and packages. Most streets have beco impassable due to abandoned vehicles, and thats limiting our ability to manage the crisis. Power and water are being safeguarded as a top priority, so we shouldnt see any disruptions there. The mayor has tapped the ergency food stockpile, and that should start distributing als to food pantries across the city tomorrow.
How much food they got? asked Delvecchio.
18 million shelf-stable als. But the warehouse is in Jersey, so there are so logistics issues. Theyre working on it. She picked up her tablet, hesitated, then set it down. Took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. To be honest, its hard to know whats happening due to so much communication breakdown. Governnt is in free-fall, and while the mayor is still a presence, theres only so much he can do. The NYPD and the fire departnt have been going all out for four days now, and the sheer number of casualties is overwhelming. Mass-grave burials have risen a hundred-fold on Hart Island. Theyre using trash barges to bring the bodies in. Its a scene right out of a Dore print over there.
Dore? asked Singh.
Gustave Dore? Never mind. Jessica put her glasses back on. What Im trying to convey is that our systems are being overwheld and a sense of panic is spreading through all my professional networks. I think the greatest challenge moving forward will be to simply keep people at their stations. Toward that end, we need to give them sothing to hope for.
Serenity set her plate down in disgust. Then were fucked.
Im not so sure. Jessica turned to Jas. While interdepartntal communication is collapsing, the internet and social dia is still going strong. Its my belief that theres a crucial window of opportunity for soone to make a statent and rally hearts and minds.
Hearts and minds, said Delvecchio. Lady, you sound like a general.
Youre talking about , said Jas quietly.
I am. Jessicas intensity was fierce. Youve featured in two TikTok videos and both have over two hundred million views. Paradoxically, the rarity of your postings has elevated you to a mythical status. People speculate about who you are and sightings in the city are imdiately celebrated. Youve agreed to head the new departnt. Tonight isnt just about defeating Nesis 2. Its an absolutely vital PR opportunity.
Oh, give a break, said Serenity. Were going to be fighting for our lives, honey. Not doing make-up before walking on stage.
Thats actually wrong. Jessicas certainty was breath taking. Youre fighting for the soul of this city. The mayors posts are endlessly attacked. All our official outreach channels are seeing dropping rates of engagent as faith in governnt and its ability to handle the crisis plumts. What is needed is an outside agent who can demonstrate new powers, miraculous powers, and give people sothing to rally around. And Im not talking just about the people on the street. Im talking the deputies, the assistants, the office managers, the accountants and clerks and everyone who keep the lights on.
Jas straightened. Thats why you ca here tonight with steak and new clothing.
Partly. Jessica raised her chin. I genuinely wanted to make sure you were all fed and ready for tonight. But I wont deny my hopes for more. Jas, for whatever reason, youre positioned as our best bet in holding back the panic thats about to sweep this city. If it hits, there will be no turning it back. People will flood across the bridges and tunnels, and it will be a massive humanitarian disaster. We need to keep the city calm. You can do that. Tonight.
Jas wanted to protest. He crossed his arms over his chest, then looked down at his new gear. Youre good.
Singh was studying Jessica. What are you thinking?
Fight Nesis 2. Obviously thats your first priority. But as soon as its dead, sobody has to start filming. Jas, you need to show that Nesis 2 can be defeated, that youre still alive, and tell them youre starting a new departnt of super powered individuals to turn back the tide. Ask people to contact you directly on your TikTok channel -
I dont have one.
You do. I registered one for you.
You dont have access to my email.
I made you a new one. Gmail. Look, the point is you should ask people who have achieved at least Level 5 to reach out. They can either comnt on your video or click on the link in your bio that takes them to a Google Form. The first step lies in collecting contact info. Tomorrow we can decide on next steps.
Damn, girl. Serenity looked her up and down. How are you just an executive assistant and not running this city?
Jessica t her gaze calmly. I had a ten-year plan. Its been interrupted.
No shit, said Delvecchio. I dig this. We can pose it just right, Jas with his foot on the demons head, looking all bad ass with Smite activated. Love it.
Jas? Jessica raised an eyebrow. Your thoughts?
Well done, he said at last. How could I say no after that sales pitch? But you lied before.
She frowned. Excuse ?
You said there were dozens of assistants as good as you are at the NYCEM. I sincerely doubt it.
Oh. She flushed, but only a little. Thank you for the complint. Ive texted you your TikTok login information, as well as your logins for Twitter, Facebook, and Reddit, where Ive had you join key subreddits. But dont worry about that. Ill be monitoring your TikTok, and once your video is live, Ill populate the other networks with links and manage your comnts. Hopefully by this ti tomorrow well have a robust list of contacts to work with and see a rise in morale.
How much you paying her? asked Serenity in mock outrage. Because Im not getting paid shit.
Actually, said Jessica, I was going to address that tomorrow. One of my suggestions is the creation of a stipend for every new departnt mber -
OK, seriously, enough, said Serenity. Youre starting to weird out. Nobody should be this efficient.
Jessica smiled tightly. Fine. We can discuss the details tomorrow.
Tomorrow, agreed Jas. He pulled up his countdown tir:
1 Hour till Nesis 2 Released
Its go ti, he said. You guys ready to head to the warehouse?
Ill check on the sarge, said Delvecchio, grabbing a bread roll and heading out the door.
Ill see you downstairs, said Singh. Thank you, Ms. Miles. This al was very considerate.
Youre welco, said Jessica.
Jas waited for Singh to leave, then looked at Jessica. I want to thank you, too. If this whole thing works, itll be because of your foresight and hard work.
Not at all. Youre the one making this possible. Im just taking advantage of the opportunity youve created.
No. Jas let the word hang in the air. Youre doing a fantastic job under impossible circumstances. I wont ask how you got steak and clean clothing with everything going on, but its obvious youre an incredibly intelligent and capable person. Im really grateful the mayor decided to assign you to help us out. We couldnt do this without you.
Jessica opened her mouth to deflect, then ducked her chin so that strands of blonde hair fell before her face. She took a mont, then t his gaze and gave a sharp nod. Thank you for that. Good luck tonight.
What about ? demanded Serenity. What am I, chopped liver? Wheres my good luck wishes?
Jessica laughed breathlessly, releasing so of her pent-up emotion, and raked her hair back. It was ant to include both of you.
Good, said Serenity with mock indignity. Thats better.
Ti to go. Jas fetched his skillet from where it lay propped against the couch. Weve demons to kill.
Finally, said Serenity, moving back into her bedroom to collect her guns.
Ill be watching for that video, said Jessica. Make it good.
Ill do my best, said Jas heavily. He paused at the front door, grimaced, then smiled brokenly at her. Ill do my best.
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