Chapter 103: My kind of terrible

Chapter 103: My kind of terrible

James cleansed the rest of the Marriott by the time the rest of Crimson Hydra arrived. The damage done to Blue Light was substantial; from a purely operational point of view, the loss of a score of key personnel and the psychological damage done was enormous, but James couldnt help but feel relieved that everyone he knew and cared for had survived.

Hackworth and the rest of his command had been ensconced in a conference room as they conferred with the NSA and other military brass, and their sole attempt at killing the Nem3s had convinced them that any fighting was suicidal. James found them barricaded in one of the rooms, with only Major Duffy having died during the attack.

The Nems had been trying to find a way down to the parking level; their assault through the front, however, had delayed them, with a few trying to force their way down stairwells to no avail. It had been only a matter of time till theyd worked their way around the building to descend the parking ramps.

Fucking hell, said Hackworth tiredly as he walked out with James to the ballroom. Then, entering his public persona, he stood up taller and set to asserting control over the situation, his voice loud and confident, his manner brash and unbeatable.

James helped establish a security cordon around the hotel with the rest of his squad; errant Nem3s kept drawing close like sharks scenting blood in the water, and it wasnt till Ivory Medusa showed up to relieve them of their guard duty twenty minutes later that James entered the hotel once more with Serenity for updates.

With Jelly floating over one shoulder, he found Hackworth calling in for reinforcements and slowly asserting control over the Area of Interest once more, coordinating attacks, re-establishing communications with battalions, and ensuring the fight against the Fourth Wave continued.

Kelly. Hackworth stepped away from the ASOCC to clap him on the shoulder. For a moment the commander had no words, and James saw how deeply entrenched the lines of exhaustion and concern had grown in his previously handsome face. Before they could speak the lights flickered overhead and then went out.

Fucking hell, said Star Boy, standing before his still operating station. Someone check the breakers?

The ballroom was a massive, dark space without illumination, with only the red EXIT signs offering a baleful glow over each door.

James exchanged a look with Serenity, and she hustled out of the ballroom. Soldiers brought in large free-standing lamps and plugged them into security strips that snaked off to large boxes that had started to hum against the back wall.

Bemused, James watched as technical folk did technical things, and a moment later Star Boy approached Hackworth. Looks like the grids down, sir. I just spoke to operators in Albany at the Nysio. Theyre trying to get the power back up, but their whole operation is fucked. Theyve got cascading problems compounded by overloaded transmission wires.

How long till they get the power back up?

Theyre not sure. Theyre hoping - once the Fourth Wave dies down - to be able to work on the problem and get a forty-eight hour turnaround. Theyre understaffed, even with army engineers helping.

Great. Hackworth pinched the bridge of his nose. And the blackout area?

Its pretty bad. Most of the states coastline.

Shit. Hackworth checked his watch. Itll be getting dark in four hours. That means well be dealing with a hundred thousand Nems in pitch black.

How can I help? asked James quietly.

Hackworth glanced at James, dismissed Star Boy, then took him aside. Were reaching a place beyond institutional control. I was getting an update about our different Blue Light groups across the country. One third of them failed outright when the Fourth Wave started. Another third is just trying to hold certain areas and giving up the rest of their cities for lost, with the final group - most of which you visited, by the way - doing better and maintaining patrols and a visible presence. But its

Fucked.

Fucked. Ive been trying to think what we could have done differently. Mobilized our forces more effectively, deployed greater ordinance in urban areas, casualties be damned. But nothing comes to mind. Maybe if wed accelerated the Fabricator program from earlier on, wed have more of these War Hounds

You know, I dont think it would have made a difference. Even if wed had a dozen War Hounds in the city at the start of the day. James raised a hand to forestall Hackworths interjection. I mean, yes we could have killed an order of magnitude more demons today, but would it have really changed the outcome? The massacre, the millions dead, the chaos? No. This is going exactly as it should, as it was planned.

By the Monitors.

Serenity looked around the dark lobby, the marble floor reflecting the light that streamed in from the ruined entrance and the tall windows. Believe it when I see it.

Hackworths given us permission to go to Canada. Were probably leaving tonight.

Tonight? Serenitys shock was obvious. Jesus fuck, Kelly, the place is still lousy with demons.

And will remain so. We could spend the next week hunting them down and wiping out hives without winning this war. No. We have to blindside them. Stop doing the expected. Whatever happened with this Belanger guy, we need to move on it. If its not already too late.

I dont know, I dont know. She rubbed her jaw. Just feels wrong, pulling out with so much work to be done, so many people counting on us.

I hear you. James sighed. But the best we can do is quit being predictable. All around the world folk are fighting as the system wants. Leveling up, picking Benedictions, Virtues, whatever. Just like rats being fed sugar in a science experiment. But if you step back and look at our score card, hows our species really doing?

Not so hot.

Not so hot. How many billions have died already? I mean, are we even able to count the number of dead at this point? And there are still under two months to go till the Pits open. The way things are going, thisll be over before we even get there.

Fine. Canada. You going to post a message or something to let everyone know?

James frowned. I dont think so. Maybe Jessica can post an update on the War Hound. Thats some good news. But I want to keep this mission under wraps. Im not sure how closely the Monitors are actually listening in, but if theres a chance at surprising them, we need to take it.

Gotcha.

So lets go find our team. I want everybody on board, and I know Miriam just signed up. Hows she doing?

Miriams good people. Stronger than she looks. Shes in way over her head, but shes not tapping out. She might need some convincing to go to Canada, though. Shes got a big family here in the City that shes fighting to make sure stay safe.

Then this is the best way she can do that. Ill talk to her. Then Ill need a new Wing. Dont have time to get back to the War Hound today.

Sounds like a plan. Serenity let out a low, shaky breath and closed her eyes.

You hanging in there? he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Saw some heinous shit in the Holland, she muttered. Demons got in there with the people. They died ugly. Was its been a day.

Its been a day, he agreed, and pressed his brow against her own.

For a moment they just stood thus, an island of calm surrounded by the bustle of new arrivals, and then she chuckled. How did a couple of fuck-ups like us get to be so important to humanity?

Beats me. He smiled and pulled back. Maybe we were always worth more than people thought.

Serenity pretended to consider. Nah. I was always a pretty terrible human being.

My kind of terrible, he said, slinging an arm around her shoulders and leading her outside. Now lets go convince the rest were worth following into the Arctic Circle.