Chapter 77: Old Crow, Yukon

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Chapter 77: Old Crow, Yukon

Instinct caused people to look up as he descended upon the crowd, and a ripple effect took place, upturned faces spreading as more noticed and looked up in turn. The crowd parted before him, allowing him to dip down enough to pass into the garage without having to skim beneath the top of the entrance.

Hey, its James Kelly!

James! Right on!

Yo, hes hurt!

James left the clamor behind and floated up and close to the huge cement rafters that girded the ceiling. The first parking level was crammed with people slowly sorting themselves into groups, half the mass continuing to the next level down, the rest splitting to the right and left. Cones with yellow tape demarcated gathering areas, and the air was already growing warm and stuffy from the nearly thousand people slowly forming into groups.

Jessica stood atop a chair at the base of the ramp, megaphone in one hand, glowing baton in the other. She acted as breakwater, causing the turgid crowd to split about her, assistants with more glowing batons urging people to move quickly and not dawdle.

James! she waved at him, her smile harried. There you are. I couldnt raise you on the radio.

He eased the Wing up beside her. I headed to New Haven. Went to check out the hive there.

She glanced at his wounded leg, then back at his expression, then turned. Lauren, take over here. Ill be right back.

And without asking, she scrambled up onto the Wing, which dipped slightly under her weight. Head over to my office over there.

James had to restrain the urge to smile. Her directness always amused him. He urged the Wing over the curious crowd, passed over waist-high cement barriers that had been hauled into place to cordon off her personal workshop, and finally alighted beside her desk.

Jessica raised her radio. Command, this is Miles. Please send a Healing Grace operator down to my office, over.

Copy Miles. Sending someone now, out.

Jessica slid off the Wing, took her mechanicus from where it was holstered at her hip, and waved it over the Wing. Hmm.

Yeah, had to push it there for a bit.

James studied Jessica. How different she was from the Monitors version. The real Jessica lacked the Monitors sultry knowingness, that casual wickedness, the impossible arrogance and alien intelligence.

Instead, she was focused, alert, fully present and with a clarity to her being that hinted at her formidable intellect.

How long did you work for the deputy commissioner? he asked.

Jessica frowned. Excuse me?

James waited.

A year and a half.

You werent promoted?

I was. I began as a front desk secretary. That lasted four months before I was made junior assistant to the Assistant Commissioner for Logistics. I was promoted again, made senior assistant, then again to senior assistant for the Deputy Commissioner.

James nodded. Whyd you start as front desk secretary? You got a good degree, right?

Jessica stilled. Wheres this coming from, James?

I spoke with the Monitor again. It took your appearance and tried to tempt me with all kinds of fucked up offers. But it also tried to turn me against you.

I see. By saying what?

Asking questions. How much I actually knew you. How someone so effective and smart has remained an assistant all this time. She asked what happened to you the weekend after your boyfriend died.

Jessicas face paled and her expression hardened. I see. So now you suspect me of - what?

With the echoes of hundreds of voices bouncing off the cement ceiling, the shuffle of feet, the blare of instructions over megaphones, the controlled activity all around them, James realized what hed known all along.

Nothing. He sighed. I know you have your secrets. The Monitor wants to tear us apart. Turn us against each other. But like I said before, I trust you. So you keep them. Im sorry. I didnt handle this well.

Jessicas shoulders relaxed a fraction. You sure you want to leave it there?

Yeah. He rubbed the base of his palm into his eye. Im sure. Were never going to survive if we dont have faith in each other, right? He dropped his hand into his lap. And I have faith in you, Jessica. Doesnt matter what youre hiding. The Monitor can go fuck itself.

Jessica took deep breath. Thank you. And - Im willing to tell you. About my well. The other side of my life. Later, perhaps.

Only if you want. He looked around the parking lot again. Youve got a lot on your plate here.

Yes. She rubbed her hands briskly down her hips. I put out a summons. Cindys running a staging post down the street registering volunteers, with duplicates being put in place in the other boroughs. Star Boys created a simple registration form online for those willing to harvest components, and were identifying drop-off and processing points to bring them to our factories. Were going to need you to put a video out soon asking for more volunteers for a variety of posts. Nothing gets people moving like your videos.

Sure, said James. How are you doing this so fast? This shit always takes weeks.

Thats the benefit of having authority and good people ready to do whats needed. Star Boy can put together basic landing pages and processing forms in moments. Cindy can organize these processes efficiently, and with the S1s staff helping her, requisition whatever she needs to make it happen. I put out the original summons on your TikTok channel, and the response was immediate. There are a lot of people who want to help but dont know what to do. Theyre just waiting for directions.

James looked out over the slowly shuffling crowd again. And all these people? Theyre going to do what?

Start Fabricating. I gave talking points to group directors who will orient groups of 25 and then send them down to deeper parking lot levels to get started. Battle Engineers will work on Angel Wings, War Smiths will mass produce enhancement runes -

What are those?

Xiang Feng, 2/22/22, Weifang, Shandong

India

Hina Mammen, 2/22/22, Mumbai, Maharashtra

Anshu Singh, 2/22/22, Indore, Madhya Pradesh

Mukul Rajagopal, 2/22/22, Jalgaon, Maharashtra

Russia

Rodion Komarov, 2/21/22, Moscow

Turkey

Hasan Gne, 2/22/22, Istanbul

Afghanistan

Qari Haideri, 2/22/22, Kabul

Argentina

Santino Ortiz, 2/22/22 Rosario, Santa Fe

Iran

Mostafa Rezaei-Nejad, 2/22/22, Yazd, Yazd

Canada

Patrick Belanger, 2/19/22, Old Crow, Yukon

Nigeria

Titilaya Hanifat, 2/22/22, Lagos

Democratic Republic of the Congo

Rasheedah Muinat, 2/22/22 Kinshasha

Whats up with this Patrick Belanger? asked James. He spoke with a Monitor three days before anyone else?

Excepting Komorov in Moscow, yes. His profile is in the folder. The Canadian government shared that intel with us, supplementing what the CIA could uncover. Belanger is a seventy-eight-year-old relic who lives in the very north of the territory of Yukon. Old Crow is the only community that cant be reached by motor vehicle, requiring folks to fly into the airport there. Interesting place. Its the northernmost non-Inuit community and has a total population of 221.

James frowned. 221?

Interesting, isnt it? Everyone else has been located in a major metropolis.

James turned the pages, skipping past other profiles till he came to the page on Belanger. There was a copy of his drivers license, along with a list of his biometrics and pages of what looked like hospital data on him.

The face was that of a striking old man. His face was deeply carved with lines, his brows lowered as he glared at the camera, and there was something cruel and dauntless about his stare. A proud man, looking to be all sinew and bone.

James scanned the rest of the data. Born in 1944 in Halifax, Nova Scotia, he worked for two decades at different jobs in the port, ranging from cleaning the tankers to different positions on the oil refinery, to a better paying job handling bulk gypsum at a specialized cargo handling pier.

In the 70s he left Halifax with his wife, Jane Belanger, and traveled north over the course of the decade, till he fetched up in Happy Valley-Goose Bay in 1978 where his wife died in a car accident.

He was in and out of state mental health hospitals through the 80s, with several of the reports printed and included in the file. Paranoid delusions, schizophrenia, and persistent hallucinations that his wife was haunting him and making him horrific offers he dared not accept.

James paused on this last. Says here he was warning folks about Armageddon.

Mmhmm.

And that he claimed to carry the Light Eternal, a responsibility he despised?

Ravings of a madman, so they said.

Belanger escaped from The Waterford Hospital for Mental and Nervous Diseases in 1992, and disappeared from all records till 2013, when he turned up in Destruction Bay nearly dead from exposure and a broken leg. After being treated, he stayed in the town and got a job at the timber mill, till he left a year later. He disappeared again until 2019, when he was listed as a suspect in the deaths of three trappers in the Kendall Island Sanctuary. He was never located, however, only to resurface in Old Crow a few weeks back on the 19th claiming that a symbol of Satan had appeared in the sky above the forest where he lived, and a demon in the form of his deceased wife had descended unto him, offering him all manner of gifts and pleasures if he surrendered the Light Eternal, which he refused.

He was arrested for disorderly conduct and assault upon not being taken seriously, which is how this entered the system and was picked up days later by intelligence agencies looking for anything to explain what was going on, said Hackworth. A helicopter spotted a demonic symbol hovering over the woods north of Old Crow, right enough, but there was no sign of Belanger in his cabin.

Hed have heard a helicopter coming a mile away, said James, turning back to the drivers license photograph. He studied Belangers defiant stare. What the hell. His wife coming back to him sounds just like the Monitors.

Right. The Canadian government said theyd look into the matter, but theyve yet to turn anything up.

James closed the file. These needs looking into.

Agreed. Problem is, everyones too busy just trying to stay alive.

Second Wave tomorrow. James tapped the manila folder. But someone needs to find Belanger. We need to learn more about what happened to him.