The Marriott was just down the street. They walked and ate Manna bread as they went, Jas having decided to bow out of the last slate of etings, consequences be damned.
Youre looking upset, said Jessica. But youre about to make a lot of first impressions. Do you need a mont before proceeding to the next step?
Jas stopped. Frowned around the avenue. Weird how things looked almost normal around this downtown core. No demon symbols in imdiate sight, the coffee shop across the way was open with a bunch of governnt assistants getting to-go orders. Bird calls.
How many people would have to die till they started seeing deer walking down these streets?
Ive made a decision, he said, tone heavy.
Serenity raised an eyebrow. Ruh roh.
Im done going to the NYCEM. Unless they demand my appearance, Im not going back for the foreseeable future.
Jessica went to protest then caught herself. Go on.
Use so of the DRC money to hire soone you trust to sit in whatever etings you think are important and report back to you. You filter that shit and let know what I need to know. But we wasted an entire morning being told stuff that doesnt really involve us and over which we have no influence. The Second Wave is that much closer, and what do we have to show for it?
You cant sidestep politics, said Jessica. Its distasteful, but resources and influence co from being seen, making personal connections, and being aware of whats going on.
Fuck politics. He said it without rancor. Im not a politician. Im barely a Deputy Commissioner. What I really am is an old guy who sohow ended up making so lucky choices up front. That gave an edge, but if I keep sitting in on those pointless etings Ill lose it.
All right, said Jessica hesitantly. Done.
From now on Im going to focus on leveling and leveling everyone who shows up to join the DRC. This is New York. I want you to find soone who makes functional dieval weapon replicas. Theres gotta be soone out there with proper spears and shields and crap. Its idiotic to be fighting these demons with rebar. Our ancestors spent centuries perfecting those very tools. I want them.
dieval replicas, said Jessica, tapping on her tablet. Got it.
We could steal shit from the T, said Serenity. They have a bunch of swords and helts on display.
I want new stuff. I want top grade steel, not whatever they managed to hamr out six hundred years ago. Find that shop, that blacksmith, whatever, and then let know what hes got that we can buy.
Done.
Good. Jas felt like he wanted to say more, instigate more changes, but there werent any other moral dessert carts to flip over. What have you got planned for this first DRC eting?
Ti for the debrief. Jessica began walking. So stats up front. Weve received 10,346 applications across all dia channels claiming to be at least Level 5. A good third failed the simple quiz that a real Level 5 would pass, leaving us with 6,501 qualified applicants. The breakdown is as follows: 3,822 Level 5s, of which half chose what we call Smite, a quarter chose Bless, and the remaining quarter chose Shield of Faith.
What we call? asked Jas dubiously.
Its widely accepted now that different religious outlook results in different terminology being used on ones personal statistics sheet.
Thats Jas shook his head. So this isnt a Catholic thing?
Not exclusively, no. Theres a lot of overlap between Jewish and Christian sheets, but Hindu, Islamic, and Buddhist sheets are quite distinct, with docunted examples of atheist and other religions appearing.
Jas ca to a stop. Atheists get their own sheets, too?
Thats correct. Jessica navigated on her tablet. An overview was published by Johns Hopkins University. Yesterday? Theyve collated all the different versions. She opened a file. I didnt forward it because I doubted youd read it.
But what does this an, then? Gods not behind this invasion?
Maybe all the gods are, said Serenity brightly. They got together in the club room and decided to have fun.
As you can imagine, there are very intense theological debates taking place, but nobody has managed to reach a definitive conclusion. Here, Ive forwarded the PDF to your Gmail account. Id encourage you to read it when you have a mont. But as I was saying?
Jas shook his head and resud walking. The Monitor said her kind were compelled by another group to do all this. If its not the Catholic god, then who is it?
Lots of possibilities, said Serenity, counting off on her fingers. Aliens, obviously. Fairies out of Ireland. Atlanteans. Those fuckers from Carcosa.
Carcosa? asked Jas.
Yeah, Lost Carcosa? Serenity stared at him in mock surprise, then intoned:
Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.
What the fuck are you talking about? asked Jas.
The King in Yellow? Chamberss classic? Nothing? Both Jessica and Jas stared at her. Wow, this joke really didnt land. I went through a goth phase in high school, read all that good shit, Maturin, Lovecraft - you know what? Doesnt matter. Jessica?
Thank you. So we have 3,822 Level 5s, 1,207 Level 6s, 821 Level 7s, 544 Level 8s, 75 Level 9s, and 32 Supplicant 1s.
32? Thats great. Any of them go down the Bless or Shield of Faith route?
Yes. Revealing new Benedictions. Shield of Faith opens up a second tier consisting of Remove Fear, Healing Grace, and Circle of Protection. Bless unlocks Dark Energy Siphon, Aura Mastery, and Inspiration.
Jas slowed his pace again. Dark Energy Siphon?
Only one person has chosen it, and then promptly chose to not fill out that field in the Google Form.
Sounds ominous, said Jas. Give a run down on the other Benedictions.
Sure. Circle of Protection acts as a defensive periter across which demons cannot pass unless they spiritually overwhelm the caster. Even then, crossing the periter results in their being burned, like a minor Aura effect. Doesnt preclude objects being thrown across, however.
Oh shit, that sounds great, said Serenity. Fill the periter with Deadeyes, and whammo, you got yourself a killer turret set-up.
Indeed. Remove Fear hasnt seen much use yet, but I think speaks to future demon powers. Its the least chosen of what were calling the defensive power set. Healing Grace allows the caster to heal anyone within their line of sight as if spending an Aeviternum point. Its powerful but seems to cost a lot of divine power to cast.
Also incredibly useful, said Jas. Im starting to see how all these different powers synergize well together.
The Bless second tier are as follows: Aura Mastery is the most popular, and allows the caster to weaponize their aura, shaping it and attacking with it. Inspiration is a charismatic power that allows the caster to compel bravery and obedience from others; the military has flagged it as problematic, and those who choose the power are kept under close scrutiny.
So overlap there with Remove Fear, said Jas. Psychological power. I guess future demons will make staying in the field challenging.
Dark Energy Siphon sounds bad-ass, said Serenity. What do you think it is? A way to steal demon power?
Could be, said Jas, not nearly as enthused.
Now, of the 6,501 candidates, half are based in the NYC area, with a good number of the other half promising to travel here to assist. Of the 3,000 or so locals, only 1,000 have registered at the Marriott check-in -
Wait, what? Jas turned to stare at her. Theres a thousand folks waiting for at the Marriott?
Roughly, yes, though the number who showed up are weighted toward the lower power levels. The elites, as I think of them, seem to have a greater independent streak.
Jas stopped walking again and pressed his fingers to his temples. Im going to go organize a thousand people?
No, because Im the one who has been doing the organizing. Second part of the debrief. She tapped her tablet, swiped. Ive requisitioned another million or so dollars from the Rainy-Day Fund. Its criminal, how little oversight there currently is. With that money Ive arranged for a dozen assistants to be hired on - in effect I tripled everyones salary whose work ethic I admire and poached them for our departnt. I also hired a Comic Con convention manager to help handle the situation -
How the fuck did you find a Comic Con convention manager? asked Serenity, bewildered.
LinkedIn. Theyre already on site, and have taken over the registration process, repurposed their own docunts to our benefit, and are keeping the attendees busy and organized till we arrive, primarily by running screenings of MST3K and Buffy the Vampire Slayer in the ballrooms. Not ideal, but better than nothing. Ive also hired Richard Stokes to help us strategize.
Whos he? asked Jas.
An old friend of mine. A freelance coder for Google, technically, but hes devoted most of his life - wisely, it turns out - to gaming.
Youve lost , said Jas.
In effect hes spent the majority of his life figuring out how to optimize arbitrary rule sets so as to increase his chances of success. I thought of him yesterday while trying to determine the optimum way of organizing our DRC mbers, and in five minutes he gave invaluable advice.
Jas frowned pensively. A gar. Sure. Why not. What did he suggest?
They reached the end of the block, crossed.
That every system is purposefully designed to be used in a certain manner, and that figuring out the intended use is key to the first step in optimization.
Theres a second step? asked Serenity.
Apparently Richard lives for the second step. Thats where you out-think the designers and detect loopholes and unintended synergies that allow you to break the system to your advantage.
Jas raised both brows. That sounds good. He co up with anything already?
Not yet. He said there are still too many unknowns. But he suggested we should create teams that contain equitable spreads of all levels and Benedictions. Ideally we should be fielding squads of nine, one for each Benediction, with a spread of levels so that the lower rankers can benefit from the protection of the senior mbers and accrue power quickly. Hes taken the Google Form data and created roughly a hundred teams, with protocols to compensate and swap mbers depending on who shows and who doesnt. Cindy, the convention manager, received those team structures late last night, and has already sorted the attendance badges so that people will be assigned to the correct teams upon registering in the Grand Ballroom.
Shit, said Jas. You guys dont ss around.
Jessica gave him a prim smile. There are a lot of very talented and intelligent people in this world, and almost all of them long for the day when red tape gets cut and theyre allowed to work to their fullest capacity. I aim to make the DRC such an organization.
Fantastic. Where do Serenity and I fit into this team mix?
Richard wanted to separate you both. He argued that the teams would benefit from having visible leadership spread out across the organization, but I made an executive decision to keep you together.
Thank god, said Serenity. Id hate to wreck your little system by refusing to go along with it from the get-go.
So were to be in the sa squad? Excellent.
Squad Crimson Hydra, said Jessica. In direct control of Squads Ebon Hydra and Ivory Hydra. Cindy ca up with the nas. The preponderance of Level 5s ant that we couldnt equitably distribute the higher ranked mbers amongst them all, so Richard instead devised a system where an elite squad - always designated as Crimson - leads two sub-squads, each of which is led by a higher ranked mber, Ebon and Ivory. There are about thirty-seven such triads, each with their own mythological beast as their avatar.
OK. Jas absorbed this information. Thirty-seven groups of three squads, with each led by an elite Crimson group. All of which are as closely divided between Benedictions and levels as possible. Sounds like Richards already earning his pay.
Hes working for free, said Jessica. He fully expects the economy to crash by the ti the Pits open, and thus was happy to embed himself in our departnt for safetys sake in lieu of paynt. Ive asked him to keep his outlook to himself.
Sounds like he and I are going to get along. Jas rubbed at his face. The Marriott had co into view down the block on the other side of the street. You got my arrival figured out?
Yes. I told Cindy half an hour ago to start gathering people in the Grand Ballroom. Richard is currently giving the departnt setup overview presentation as well as his own version of the governnts advancent guidelines. Hes going to wrap up by reviewing the radios everyones being issued, and protocols for their usage. He should be done by 11:15, upon which you both will take the stage.
Jas nodded. And Im to do what up there?
Honestly? Be yourself. Its your sincerity and authenticity that drew all these people here in the first place. Theyve left their loved ones and personal situations to respond to your call. Anything scripted would thus fall flat. Get up there, tell them how you see things, and what youre hoping to achieve. Its up to you if you want to take questions. Then, when youre done, I think you should et with the Crimson squad leaders - theres currently thirty-seven of them registered - and then take ti with Crimson Hydra. Weve got lunch around twelve-thirty - I promised $6,000 for pizza delivery from Uptown Pizza - and then we head out on whatever you deem our first mission should be.
Were hitting the demon symbols, said Jas firmly. The armys tackling one of them, leaving - how many are there again in NYC?
Jessica didnt even have to tap her tablet. Thirty-four in the area.
Thats it? I thought there were hundreds.
You thought wrong. Two in Staten Island, six in Manhattan, four along the Jersey coast across the Hudson, five in the Bronx, eight in Queens, and nine in Brooklyn. One seems to appear wherever theres a minimum population density of 250,000 within at least eight or so square miles.
Jas absorbed this, changed his world view, then nodded. Fine. That ans we have eight other targets here in Brooklyn alone. Weve thirty-seven triads? What do you thinks a good number to send against a symbol?
Jessica shrugged apologetically. Im not sure.
Better safe than sorry in the beginning, said Serenity. Why dont we tackle three symbols, three groups of twelve triads each?
Thats twelve tis twenty-seven, said Jas.
Three hundred and twenty-four individuals, said Jessica smoothly.
A good amount. Fuck. Jas ran his hand through his hair. But what if it isnt?
You want to tackle two symbols instead? asked Serenity. Five hundred against each one?
We could approach the dead zone from four sides, said Jas pensively. Four or five triads a side. Maybe, yeah. Itll be our first outing fighting like this. Better to build in so redundancy and keep things safe.
If thats your primary concern, said Jessica, then why not extinguish one symbol with the full DRC first? That would be about nine triads per side, around 250 individuals on each front.
I think we should speak with Richard, said Jas. But yeah. Were going to war as soon as were done talking. And I dont intend to stop ever again. Weve only got 15 days till Nesis 3 shows up. Weve lost too much ti already.
Sounds good to , said Serenity. I just need a bigger gun.
Ive got a present waiting for you at the Marriott, said Jessica.
You do? Serenity bead at the other woman. Jessica, I fully retract all the things Ive said behind your back.
Nice, said Jessica, her smile turning pained.
Then lets get going. Jas checked his new phone. 11:05. Ive got a speech to give and a war to organize.
Serenity looped her arm though his. Cant wait! This is going to be so much fun!
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