Jas fielded questions for the next twenty or so minutes, though it quickly beca obvious that most folks just wanted to hear themselves talk. He was patient, however, answered what he could, admitted when he didnt know sothing - which was often - and promised to get back to folks on everything they wanted to know.
In the end so thirty or forty individuals left, so coming up to apologize and give their reasons, others slipping out the double doors quietly and without a glance back. Jas watched them go with a feeling of remorse and resignation.
This really was the best he could do. Maybe sobody else could have navigated these political waters better, but he wasnt a power broker or politician. He was just an old dude trying to keep his head above water and his eyes on the prize: killing demons.
Finally he raised his hands, signaling an end to the questions, and raised the mike once more.
Were going to call it a night, folks. Part of wants to hamr on and hit the streets, but were all low on Aeviternum and too disorganized right to do a proper strike. So instead Im going to hold a war council, figure out how were going to handle tomorrow, and get ready for the Third Wave. Get so rest. Co dawn I want to get to killing demons, which ans processing and orientating everyone starting around 5 a.m. Crimson leaders, co join in about five minutes.
Folks subsided, turned to talk to each other. Jas turned off the mike and descended from the stage.
Cindy, he said. Were going to need a fresh headcount and an update on levels and Benedictions. We still got the manpower to handle a fresh survey before heading out?
Cindy bobbed her head. Yes sir. Ive got two assistants here right now, and another three returning in the morning. Ill let them know to be here by six.
Well work on the spreadsheet together, said Star Boy - no, Richard, and have a system in place for the morning. Also, exciting news: I liberated several hundred AirTags this afternoon from an Apple store. So Im going to distribute them to each team leader for a start -
Liberated? asked Serenity, her tone amused.
Richard grinned back. Thats right. You know the huge store on Flushing Ave? Its been closed for days now, so I finally got through to corporate, and like totally scared the pants off so high-level manager there who got security to let in. His grin widened. It was aweso. I almost grabbed a bunch of other stuff, too, but were not yet in full Mad Max mode. Ill work tonight on getting them synced up with our ASSOC system, which is about ready to go. We got satellite feeds, traffic data - which, surprise, sucks right now - and constant communication with Fort Hamilton and other military outposts, including, which is pretty crazy, the Departnt of Defense? I havent called them yet.
Jas let all this information wash over him. That all sounds good. But what I want before we head out on our dawn raid is the following: an exact census of everybodys whos willing to join Blue Light, their ranks, Benedictions, and to rearrange them as necessary so that each team -
Ka-tet, said Richard.
Is ready to work that synergy from the get-go. I want emphasis placed primarily on getting soone to Iron Aura, as thatll be crucial for leveling up the whole team. So no redundancies there if possible.
Got it, said Cindy. Well only be hampered by whether everybody shows up on ti. She glanced at Richard for confirmation. But we can put in place sorting algorithms thatll do the heavy lifting as soon as people check in.
Good, said Jas. All right, let speak with Crimson Hydra and then its ti for our battle plans.
Cindy and Richard stepped away, and Jas led Serenity back over to their crew who were waiting in a huddle, Bjrn clearly trying to reason with Sarah.
Shes leaving, said Joanna, clearly despondent.
Bjrn went to explain but Jas held up a hand, cutting him off, and moved to stand before Sarah.
She wasnt very tall, but sohow projected a sense of stature. She gazed at him with her shockingly piercing eyes, and he saw her resolve and accepted it.
Thank you, he said softly. For the ti you gave us. Good luck out there.
Her eyes narrowed a fraction and then she nodded curtly. Youre a good man, Jas. I hope you dont have cause for regret.
He smiled. No regrets. New motto of mine. Just do the best I can as I go along and try to fail as few people as possible. Dont hesitate to look us up if you ever want to check back in.
She nodded again, surveyed their crew, then hitched her pack up over one shoulder and strode toward the double doors.
Youre just going to let her go? demanded Bjrn.
You want to wrestle her to the floor?
No, but youre a charismatic man, youve a way with words. You could have tried, Jas.
Nah. Jas watched Sarah disappear through the doors. Wouldnt have worked. Sarah knows her own mind. I respect her for it.
Sure, I respect her as well, but what about our damn synergy? Bjrn raked his hands over his hair, his frustration obvious. Our Circle of Protection just walked out on us and we dont all have Iron Aura. How are we supposed to take on thousands of demons without her?
Well have to figure it out, said Jas. Im not happy about it, Bjrn, but you gotta respect people. And if you think Sarah could be swayed, well, then you clearly think more of than you should.
Bjrn went to respond but Jas turned at last and fixed him with a stare.
Bjrn grimaced and subsided. Fine. Whatever. Youre the leader here, though Ill be honest, your letting Sarah go was a huge red flag for .
Agreed, said Becca. You could have at least tried.
Jas considered them both and saw their privilege. Both were young, good looking, healthy, and clearly used to getting their way. The kind of people that argued with cops, who felt entitled to the good things in life, which felt like they deserved special treatnt simply for being who they were.
They couldnt understand letting Sarah go. To them it wasnt a question of respect and acknowledging that Sarah couldnt be browbeaten, but more that sothing useful was being allowed to walk. A tool. An asset. Sothing that benefited them.
The others were watching. Yadriels hooded gaze considering. Joanna and Denzel frowning.
Was this a test of his leadership? He supposed it was.
Youre both good judges of character, said Jas. Bjrn, youve probably hired and fired and managed more people than I can imagine. Becca, youve worked along other soldiers and security guards and learned when to trust and how to depend on people.
They both listened, but he felt a slightly lowering of their guard. Everybody liked being complinted, especially entitled people.
But Sarah is from the streets. By my guess shes been living on them for most her life. I only did seven years, but in that ti I saw really few people with that kind of iron in them. In my gut I knew shed not be swayed. That arguing with her would only cause her to respect less. This way at least we left a door open to her returning. Who knows what the future will bring? But arguing with her now would only have burnt bridges. Im honored she even stuck around to say goodbye.
Bjrn scrunched up his face, then threw up his hands. Ill leave it to your street expertise, then. Not my style to let good people go, but whats done is done.
Becca shrugged. Whatever you say, Jas.
Jas could sense Serenitys desire to interject and appreciated her holding back. Well find soone to replace her. But now I gotta go talk to the other heads of the Crimson teams. You guys take it easy. Ill loop back around when I can.
Im going to go to my room, said Joanna. Becca, you want to co with?
Nah, said Becca, glancing at Bjrn. Im going to see if I can get a drink at the hotel bar. Ill be up later.
Im going to try and get hold of my folks, said Denzel. I promised Id touch base every few hours.
Jason stretched, his olive-green shirt riding high to reveal his chiseled abdon. I learned to sack out whenever there was a chance. Wake if you need .
Yadriel put in a pair of earbuds, shoved his hands in his hoody pockets, and walked away.
Jas t Bjrns dark gaze and held it for a mont. Just long enough to get a sense of the other mans flinty resolve, then nodded and turned away.
What the fuck was that about? asked Serenity as they returned to the stage. Any idiot could see Sarah was going to go.
Bjrns no idiot, said Jas. Hes a big-ti fancy CFO. I was wondering how long hed be content to play second fiddle to a holess guy.
You think hes going to make a play to run things?
Sooner or later, yeah. I dont think he can help himself.
What are you going to do about it?
For now? Nothing. I guess thats the benefit to being in the military. Majors cant be replaced by lieutenants, or whatever hell end up being. Im safe for now. But Ill keep an eye on him. And to be honest? He paused and glanced sidelong at Serenity. If he proves better than at all this? Ill let him take my place. But first hell have to convince .
Bullshit, said Serenity. That guys so in love with himself its a rcy he cant suck his own dick. Otherwise hed never leave the bathroom.
Jas snorted. Lovely imagery. Thanks.
But Becca and him have sothing going on, dont you think?
I do. Again, makes sense. They both see themselves as top predators. Theyre both single, were in a constant state of near death. Id be surprised if all they do is get drinks at the bar.
Makes them a faction, though. Shit. Serenity ground the base of her palm into her eye. The more things change, the more things stay the sa.
Jas approached Cindy and Richard, told them about Sarahs departure, and asked them to flag a new replacent, then headed to the area before the stage where so twenty n and won stood awaiting him.
Evening, folks. He moved to the fore, and they made a rough semi-circle. He recognized a few. Carvajal with Crimson Dragon, a sandy haired young man with a hollowed-out gaze and a machete at each hip; Young with Crimson Naga, her blonde hair so pale it was almost white; old man Bennet with Sphinx, his skin lined and wrinkled as if soone had scrunched up a paper bag and smoothed it out over his face.
Im not good with nas, so lets go round once more and introduce ourselves. Say our na, team, level, and benedictions. Then well get to it.
Everybody did so; Jas tried to hold on to identities but was mostly just glad to hear that everyone present was at least Supplicant 1.
So heres our situation. He crossed his arms and leaned back on his heels. There are thirty-four symbols, three of which have been neutralized, though weve no idea if the Third Wave will rebuild. Were guessing that around ten thousand or so Nesis 2s will reinforce each symbol after the third wave hits this evening. Weve got fourteen days till the Nesis 3s arrive, so the way I see it, we need to focus today and tomorrow on killing as many demons as they try to reach the symbols as possible, then launch strikes on the remaining enemy forces over the following two weeks.
Baker from Wraith, a bald, heavily muscled guy with a Punisher skull stenciled on his black flak jacket, raised a hand. How many we estimating coming in with the Fourth Wave?
I dont know, not for sure. Another thirty thousand for each symbol?
Shee-it, said Baker, looking around at the others as if to check for incredulity. How are we supposed to kill that many? The army going to back us up?
Well, heres what I was thinking. Each hive is about six to nine square blocks and has about eight streets leading into it from all directions. Whats thirty-one multiplied by eight?
Two-hundred and forty-eight, said Lindsey, a corpulent guy in overalls with a chainsaw by his feet.
Weve got sothing like eighty teams of our own, given the losses were taking with going Blue Light, but Im sure we can get Colonel Hackworth to help us out with another two hundred squads. We put a team in each street with a couple of big machine guns and all the ammo in the world, then Smite the Nesis 2s as they co.
Wed want Ma Deuces, said Nakalanzi from Crimson Bugbear. He was a tall, almost cadaverous man, his features gaunt, his hair shaved to the skull which was prominent beneath his skin. Fifty caliber bullets.
Machine gun nests, agreed Baker, rubbing his hand over the Punisher skull stencil. Now that I can get behind. With our synergies, wed reap so much experience wed all level up in no ti.
Right, said Jas. If we set it up right, we can prevent the third and fourth waves from reinforcing the nests, then once weve held them off, turn out attention to wiping out the queens with Iron Auras. At that point it should be pretty simple.
There were nods all round.
Klin, a middle-aged woman with her graying brown hair pulled back in a business-like bun and a piercing stare raised an eyebrow. And were to put all this in place by this afternoon? Im skeptical.
We can try. Jas rubbed at his bearded jaw. Thats my thinking, at any rate. A couple of Ma Deuces with the Smite folks and M4s for everyone else. Well not stop every demon, especially those that cross over the roof tops, but they seem to prefer the streets regardless.
Baker sneered. And if the army dont want to play ball?
Then fuck em, said Jas, his tone gentle despite his words. Well encircle as many symbols as we can by ourselves, level up, then go to town over the remaining fourteen days.
More nods all around.
Then let make so phone calls, said Jas. Maybe being part of the military wont be so bad after all.
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