Chapter 52: Trauma

Chapter 52: Trauma

Having burned Aeviternum, James, Richard, and Jessica stayed up all night. Serenity came to check in on them at one point, but left in drunken disgust when she saw them crowded around a computer screen.

That aint living, she said over her shoulder as she left. Thats putting your life on lay-away.

But the data they mapped out was too exciting to ignore. Richard painstakingly examined Jessicas new Battle Engineer information, creating tables for components, googling the more esoteric ones in turn and confirming that none of them had existed prior to the advent of the apocalypse.

Oh shit, said Richard, fingers over his lips as he stared at the screen. Will you look at that? Adamantino divinum is Latin for divine diamond. Huh. Never would have thought.

James leaned back in his chair. It was gone past 4 A.M., and the ballroom was mostly empty. Hazy indie-rock was playing quietly over the speakers, and bottles and glasses spoke to the party that had burned for ours. So, he said, stretching. Question.

Richard didnt take his eyes off the screen. Shoot.

Who we working with now? The mayors well, dead. The comptroller apparently sucks, and the governors trying to put in the deputy, right? So who do we take this information to?

Might have to go federal, said Jessica pensively. Or to the governor. But from what I hear his office is in melt-down mode, and its impossible to get traction with his people.

FEMA? asked Richard. Maybe? Or Homeland Security?

Much as I hate to say it, we should probably go to the CIA. Jessica held up a hand. I know, I know. But they collate all the intel and prepare the Presidents briefing each morning. As a clearing house for every branch of intelligence, they need to know this. Theyll forward it to the right people.

We should tell Hackworth first, said James. Right?

Right, yes, were military now. Jessica smiled bitterly. I keep reverting to old habits. Or perhaps its just that I dont want to go full US Army. I have to admit that Im concerned theyll take ever more authority as the governments fail. Do we want that?

Do we have a choice? asked James. Better the military be in charge than just bloody chaos.

Richard was frowning at this computer. The military is showing up in force tomorrow morning to help prepare for the Fourth Wave. We can brief him then, yeah?

Yes, said Jessica, and sat up. Which reminds me. I need to review all our personnel files to ensure nobodys been flagged as problematic and that everybodys leveling up appropriately. This Fabricator development completely derailed me.

Hey, said James. Jessica?

She froze, eyebrows raised. Yes?

You all right?

You keep asking me that. Im fine. Im just - yes. She closed her eyes briefly and rubbed at her temples. Im fine.

Maybe you should get some actual sleep.

She shook her head sharply. I just burned Aeviternum a few hours ago. Im good till dawn.

And then?

And then? She smiled with false cheer. And then Ill enjoy the miracle that is caffeine. But no, actual sleep isnt an option. We need to have everything ready for the Fourth Wave.

James frowned, but she rose to her feet, gathered her tablet, and winked at them both. Dont worry boys. Im just a little frazzled. Getting things straightened out will do wonders. If youll excuse me?

Neither of them spoke as she walked to a distant terminal at the far end of the ASOCC.

Man, said Richard. You know? I used to have the wildest crush on her. Had these weird fantasies about how wed strike a deal, and shed agree to wear Bayonetta cosplay in exchange for continuing to work on her spreadsheets while we slept together. Like, the ultimate multi-tasking, you know? He shook his head in admiration. But then I wisened up. Being with her would be hell. Shes way too much sand for my little truck.

James rose, left the ballroom, and walked the hotels hallways. Light, pleasant music played from hidden speakers. The building was quiet. The air was chill, and everything gleamed as if freshly wiped or polished.

It felt like a dream. It was otherworldly to wander into the huge lobby and find it deserted. Outside the glass doors no cars drove down the avenue. It was as if the entire city had fallen asleep.

He found more drunk people here and there, even a couple that had passed out together while fucking. Patiently, gently, he got them all going, and one lady who couldnt be made to spend Aeviternum he carried to lobby couch.

It was almost 5 A.M. when the first military guys showed up. Hummers lined up outside along with jeeps, and just like that the dream-like stillness was shattered. Efficient, loud-voiced soldiers filed in, officers and aids, some carrying portable communication units, others laptops, and quickly they began setting up shop right there in the lobby.

They recognized James, and he was introduced to a number of quietly dangerous men. They were to a man relatively wiry, lean, and possessed of alarming self-possession and steely-eyed confidence. All, he quickly gathered, had once been special forces themselves, but now had risen to overseeing operations.

Mostly it just washed over him, and he excused himself when Jessica emerged and retreated to his bedroom from the night before.

He showered, more to give himself something to do, then stood before the window and watched the sunrise. The city was still, and most of the buildings were dark. A blackout? Or had people abandoned their apartments? Far off to the east, perhaps in Williamsburg, a fire was burning. A thick plume of coal black smoke rose to tower in the air.

Would the fire department respond? Was there even a fire department? Out of curiosity, James picked up his phone and dialed 911.

It rang, and rang, and rang, and then an automated recording informed him he was being placed in a call queue and would be helped as soon as possible.

James hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed. Looked back out the window. Did he even know what world he lived in any more? How many of his assumptions had quietly become false over the past few days? 911 was backed up. The mayor was dead. Local government was frozen. Roads were mostly impassable. The Marriott was manned by a skeleton staff now, if that, and full of the military.

Would fires just rage till they burned themselves out? Nobody was picking up the trash - the streets were becoming choked with growing mounds of black plastic bags, but not nearly as many as hed have expected.

Were people not even bothering to put out the trash any more?

How many of those dark buildings spread out before him were full of people living days of quiet desperation? How many had corpses in them? Where were the dead bodies going? Who was taking care of the comatose black gem victims?

Never before had society, civilization, all of it, seemed so delicate. A tenuous deal thoughtlessly agreed upon but which was now falling apart. All it took was people deciding to not work, not show up, not help, and the world would descend into chaos. Were it not for the Manna bread, theyd probably be facing a true catastrophe of biblical proportions.

The thought wearied James beyond measure. He leaned his brow against the cool glass. Project Blue Light was just under a thousand individuals. The squads backing them up were another thousand.

And yet out there were untold millions. Many of them dying, panicked, alone, terrified.

With only more death and destruction on the way.

Was it futile? Was he deluding himself, thinking what he was doing mattered? The world was so vast, so complex. He was just a failed EMT. What could he do?

James closed his eyes and thought of Laney and the girls. Felt that old twist of pain in his heart, but their expressions in his minds eye were trusting.

Theyd trusted him once to take care of them, and hed not been there when it counted.

Now others were trusting him. Counting on him.

James grimaced.

Hed not let them down.

Even if it felt futile, even if he felt hopelessly overwhelmed.

Hed just keep on trying till he had nothing left to give.

So thinking, he crossed the room, walked out the door, and headed back downstairs.