Jas and Serenity texted Jessica and headed down to the NYCEM. No buses were running, dawn was on the horizon, and the air was thick with the pungent, cottony sll of an unseen fire. In the end theyd not had enough to get trashed, just enough to keep them warm and alive and able to inhabit the new space theyd created between them. By the ti they reached downtown Brooklyn and the futuristic headquarters of the Ergency Managent departnt, the eastern horizon was brightening, and Jas saw his Aeviternum points replenish.
Im tempted to go in there buzzed, he rumbled, arm linked through Serenitys. No filter, just tell em what I think.
You do anyways.
Hmm. They stopped just outside the security check point, and Jas realized he was reluctant to use his point to refresh himself. Im starting to appreciate the psychological benefits to just checking out for six or so hours. Part of doesnt want to get all bright-eyed and eager for more.
I hear you. Serenity hunched her shoulders. Though lets have this conversation inside where its not freezing?
Jas frowned and spent the point. He was as sharp right now as an old razor blade. No point in showing up if he wasnt going to make a difference.
His body glimred with white light as the Aeviternum worked its magic, and the fuzziness, the buzz, the aches, the deep-seated fatigue from voyaging into profound emotional depths, it all eased and washed away.
But he still felt worn-out on what might have been a spiritual level. The things hed seen last night, the horrors, the conversations, the old pain hed dredged up. Aeviternum couldnt refresh his soul.
Still, it was better than diner coffee.
Jas squared his shoulders, approached the checkpoint, and presented his expired drivers license. It was sufficient; they were waved through, and Jessica was waiting for them, as always, on the curb outside the front doors.
You ever go ho? asked Serenity, but it wasnt as pointed a question as before; Jas thought he heard more teasing warmth in her voice than defensive exasperation.
Ho? Jessica adjusted her rimless glasses. What is this ho you speak of? But seriously, Aeviternum is a godsend. I used my sole point around four last night, it just replenished, and I should be good for another five hours before I use it again. Ive gotten a lot done.
Im sure you have, said Jas. How are you holding up, otherwise?
Jessica hesitated as if unsure how to answer, then smiled tightly. Im fine. Keeping busy is an excellent coping thod. Now, a lot has happened over the past five hours. Im glad you finally showed up.
Like what? asked Jas mildly.
The military has made extensive use of drones to investigate the Nesis 2 activities. Your report coincided with dozens more coming in from across the country, and several hundred from around the world. We have ample footage of their Jessica paused, clearly trying to find the most clinical term.
Eating people and using them as cent, said Serenity flatly.
Yes. Jessica grimaced. That. The consensus is universal: they must obviously be stopped, but infrared footage shows that the people trapped in the buildings with them are still alive.
Serenity clutched Jass arm. No.
Jessica grimaced again. Yes. Which precludes major military action until we can establish whether those people can be rescued. There was a very vocal political minority led by the mayor that just wanted to destroy the blocks beneath each demon symbol with carpet bombing or worse, but weve since reached a consensus that we must extract and examine at least one victim before determining the best course of action.
There must be millions of them across the country, said Jas. Wed have to wipe out all the Nesis 2s by hand before the bigger waves arrive as reinforcents.
Which is why theyre planning major armored assaults early this afternoon before the Second Wave is slated to hit. Ill let the military explain the nature of the assault, but they dont want the Departnt of Ranking Citizens to be involved.
Why not? demanded Serenity.
They want to run the assault on their terms. I think my guess is that they simply dont want civilians involved. That they want to execute a clean attack that they have complete control over, without having to accommodate random powers theyre not used to using.
Jas frowned. I can see that. They certainly have the firepower to pull this off without us. He considered. Doesnt an I want to sit on the sidelines, though.
I didnt think you would. Its why Ive put together a tentative schedule for your day. Jessica turned her tablet around so he could see her calendar. Youve got etings with different groups, primarily military, up till ten, and then were heading down to the Marriott to hold our first DRC eting. If that goes well, I thought we could put together an investigative team of our own, and you could lead a DRC assault on an unattended symbol.
Serenitys expression was wry. You did, did you.
I did. We cannot afford to be sidelined. If the DRC is to beco a viable authority and ans of confronting whats to co, we have to establish our bona fides up front, and that ans proving were as capable as the US military when it cos to launching assaults on demon strongholds.
Thats a big if, said Jas. Id need to feel comfortable with these new people before leading them anywhere. How about we take it one step at a ti?
Jessica pulled her tablet back. Of course. It was a conditional statent on purpose. But I have a strong sense that we cant allow ourselves to be sidelined. Global supply chains are breaking down left and right and were it not for half the populations ability to create Manna, wed already be facing a food shortage. But my real fear is that we rely on the military right up until ammunition runs out, and then even more powerful demons show up and we dont have a sufficiently powerful DRC to handle them.
Good point. Though the military would have a ton of ranked up people by then, said Jas.
Yes and no. Its been discovered that killing Neses via digital or electronic ans does not result in leveling. Dropping bombs, or indirectly controlling guns attached tanks or helicopters ans those kills are in effect wasted.
No shit, said Serenity. So, it has to be, what? chanical?
Thats the going theory, yes. Jessica curled a strand of blonde hair behind one ear. There must be a direct chanical link between your action and the demons death. Pulling a trigger, swinging a baseball bat, using Smite, an arrow, whatever. But the mont the death is separated from the killer by remote or electronic ans, that channel that provides leveling is severed.
Shit, said Jas. So carpet bombing the Nesis 2s all to hell would actually set us back in the long run.
Precisely my concern. Each Nesis 2 cos from a single person. The number of eligible manifesters, or whatever we want to call them, is dropping rapidly with each successive generation of demons, and if we dont harvest their power ourselves, well be unable to fight the Nesis 3s and so on.
Jas pursed his lips and nodded thoughtfully. Sufficient reason right there for us to keep the DRC relevant.
Jessica smiled. Walk and -
Talk? Serenity disengaged her arm from Jas and slipped it through Jessicas instead. Oh honey, we need to get you out more. Whens the last ti you did a line of coke?
I - what? Jessica stared at Serenity, suddenly and utterly thrown off her ga. A line - I an, Ive never - never had any interest, or - or reason to, cocaine is -
Serenity laughed. Relax! Ive got an 8 Ball in my pocket. Lets hit the ladys room on the way to our first eting.
Jessica fought to disengage her arm. Serenity, Im afraid Im really not interested -
Shes fucking with you, said Jas mildly, following them both into the lobby.
Oh. Jessicas relaxed, considered Serenity, then scowled. That was an.
Just toughening you up, honey. Serenity smiled. You gotta relax!
They passed through security and then spent the morning shuttling from one eting to the next. So were useful, others a complete waste of ti. The eting that really engaged Jass attention was one with Hackworth and other high level local brass; theyd received commands from the highest ranks to organize the afternoon strike so as to extract as many citizens as possible and weaken the Nesis 2s in the process.
The plan was simple. First Black Hawks and Killer Eggs would slaughter the Nesis 2s from the air, strafing them with miniguns, then the Black Hawks would enter holding patterns around the symbols to provide back-up when needed while a combination of Bradleys and Strykers would roll up to the target building.
Their objective was to exterminate any remaining exterior Neses and then secure each corner of the building, deploying Ranger squads and keeping other Neses at bay while Killer Eggs dropped special ops on the roof, who would descend and try to rescue as many citizens as they could safely carry out.
The Killer Eggs would carry them away, and then the Rangers would re-enter to the Bradleys and Strykers and roll back out.
The goal was to move fast, with the entire operation taking less than thirty minutes. Fifteen similar assaults were to be carried out at the exact sa ti across the country, all of which would be supported by readied reinforcents who would remain outside the enemy zone unless needed.
All of this had already been approved by the President, and the eting was more a way to rope local politicians into the plans as anything else. The air of excitent was palpable in the room.
Weve had our hands tied up until this point, said Colonel Hopkins, the CO of Fort Hamilton. Nesis 1 was too mobile for us to do more than mount a defensive play against. But the Nesis 2s have finally given us the best gift we could have asked for: stationary targets with no surface-to-air defense. Theyve proven to be moderately resistant to five-five-six NATO rounds, but sothing tells a seven-six-two NATO round fired out of a M134 Minigun will give them food for thought.
Chuckles all round.
Sir, said Jas, his tone flat. Are those miniguns fired by soldiers?
Well now, that depends, said the colonel, narrowing his eyes a fraction. I already know what youre going to say, Kelly. Electronics kills our ability to level, am I right? But you know what else kills our ability to level? Thousands of Nesis 2s congregating and digesting US citizens.
Jas knew this argunt was already lost. It felt just like arguing with a cop who was determined to move you along no matter what your reason for being on a particular street corner. Colonel, we need to focus on leveling up as many people as we can so that when we run out of NATO rounds we have people ready to keep fighting.
Son, we have more NATO rounds stockpiled across the country than there are grains of sand in Hawaii. Right now, our primary concern is getting citizens out of those buildings and determining their condition. Can your DRC do that today?
Jas frowned. No sir.
I didnt think so. The US Army can. Get your superheroes amped up, show that you can hit thirty enemy bases simultaneously across the country with overwhelming firepower, and then we can talk.
Jas stared at the table. He could have kept arguing. Maybe should have. But to what end? The whole military machine was in motion with the Presidents blessings behind it. His voice would just irritate people and get him excluded from future etings. Not that it did him any good to be roped into this one.
And the colonel was right. The DRC was nothing but fancy talk and Google Forms thus far.
It was ti to start focusing on getting the right people together.
Because the day would surely co when those miniguns fell silent, and then sobody would have to be ready to step into the breach.
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