Part Thirty: Air Support
The five figures on the 25th floor don’t go down the way they came up: they just jump as far as they can manage. For all of them that turns out to be pretty far. The three local strongmen manage to get almost all the way to the building’s original location before they hit the ground, and in two more jumps they’re back at the Alpha MCV Site. Scrapper Jack and Sister Sentinel make it to the Alpha MCV with a single leap each. Red Shift was a few blocks up when Alishia sent out the call, so he just stays where he is, waiting. Derecho’s storm ends in seconds, fading from gale to drizzle to nothing. And just like that, the Haruspex Analytics golem stands alone, nothing between it and the rest of the city except for a building that has already been torn to shreds…
…and five of the Air Force’s most advanced interceptors.
New York City doesn’t have an Air Force base—the closest is 70 miles out and is actually part of the Air National Guard. Still, it became apparent that a city with abnormally concentrated levels of metahuman activity benefited from access to air support, so the FBMA, DoD, and Air Force made sure that along with the Sky Commando program there was also access to more traditional airborne offense. No one had ever needed to activate it until today.
The jets are working a little outside expected parameters at the moment: the assumption was they’d be called in if there was an attack from the harbor, or if metahuman forces were coming in from the air. No one, it seems, had ever planned for a scenario where a skyscraper would somehow come to life and start attacking the rest of the city. As it happens, this unplanned scenario actually works to their advantage: the skyscraper, while not the largest in the city, is still a large, slow-moving target. This means they can attack it without getting close.
They come in high and from the east, giving them a comparatively open target. Alishia hears the chatter from the pilots as they confirm radar and computer targeting have locked on the target. They’re eight miles out when they fire the first volley of attacks, and there’s a delay of a few seconds between when the missiles are fired and when they strike the golem.
The force of the explosions combined with the sonic booms the missiles themselves almost knock Alishia out of the air. The entire west side of the building opens up, briefly revealing shifting, slithering blocks of cable and steel that look like grotesque parodies of internal organs. The loud thummmm that had been ever-present at the beginning returns in force, almost like a prolonged cry of pain. The golem sways around its center like a bowling pin not quite ready to fall.
The pilots scatter and reform, preparing for another run. Smoke and pulverized concrete dust hangs in the air, but Alishia can see glimpses of the building within. Two of the thirteen sides—the two facing most fully west—are completely gone. Strips of cable lay on the street, ripped away from the building by the force of the blast, still twitching through some unseen power not able to strike or coordinate in any effective manner. The golem groans, tilts, then steadies itself. Slowly it begins to turn, allowing fresh walls to face toward the new threat even as the damaged walls start to seal off and repair.
More chatter as the pilots prepare for the second volley. Target acquired, target locked, and again she sees the explosion before she hears the missiles streaking past. Again the air is filled with flame and dust, again the westmost sides of the building open up. As Alishia takes in the damage the jets are inflicting on the building she begins to hope that even if the jets can’t ultimately take it completely out of the game, maybe they can force it to burn through enough of those weird little symbols that they’ll still have a chance of finishing the job on their own.
That, unfortunately, is when the golem begins returning fire.
A loud snap! reverberates through the air as a cable, fully extended, launches a piece of debris the size of a small car at the fighter planes. There’s a burst of panicked radio chatter, then Alishia hears the boom of a distant explosion. Her HUD confirms it—one of the planes is down.
The golem scoops up rubble strewn around it—some from the building it’s been tearing to bits, some from its own injuries—and throws it across the city. The method the cables use is strange and eerily accurate—it coils back, like a snake wound around itself, and then unspools straight toward the target, releasing the debris only when the cable has reached its full length.
All of the cables have debris now, all roughly the same size and shape as the first. The jets prepare for another attack, but just before they fire thirteen chunks of concrete hurtle across the city, and two more jets go down. The remaining two open fire, and again the side of the building explodes in fire and dust, just… not as much fire. Not as much dust. It’s not enough to completely tear it open, and Alishia can see symbols on the golem pulse and fade as the wall begins to knit itself closed.
Then thirteen more chunks of debris hurl across the sky, and one more jet bursts into flame, breaks apart, and falls to earth.
One jet remains.
It banks sharply, dropping altitude quickly as it rolls to make a more difficult target. The tactic works as the next volley of rocks aim too high, missing it entirely. However, the jet is too low to get a clean shot at the building, and Alishia realizes it will have climb higher, exposing itself, if it wants to take the shot. When Alishia hears the command for the jet to break off and abort, she’s not surprised. In a matter of seconds, the scenario changed from devastating attack to devastating loss.
They’re on their own again.
Alishia takes a quick scan of their surroundings. Unfortunately, the attack did more than simply damage the Haruspex Analytics building—it also turned what was left of the Foster-McLaughlin Complex to rubble, removing the only thing keeping it from venturing into the rest of the city.
Alishia activates the LMA Band. “It’s on the move. It’s no longer penned in and we no longer have air support. We need to stop it in it’s tracks, now!”
A red blur and a sonic boom announce that Red Shift is back in the game, and once again the “foot” splits open as he moves through it. This time, however, the golem has access to projectiles, and Alishia winces as the concrete smashes through cars, buildings, and burrows deep into the road.
None of them hit the speedster. Mach 12 is hard to track.
Derecho whips up her gale again, and the golem, which was just beginning to move forward, shudders and falters. Each time it seems to force its way forward, the strength of the wind increases and it falters once more.
Unfortunately, the level of concentration Derecho is using renders her motionless, in midair, one arm extended.
A perfect target for thirteen thrown rocks.
Alishia races through the air, calling for Derecho to drop to the ground now, dammit. Derecho’s head swivels toward her, eyes widening as she sees the armored form of Sky Commando racing her way.
This is probably going to hurt her, Alishia realizes. But it probably won’t hurt as much as getting hit by anything the building throws at her.
The Sky Commando sensors show all thirteen cables coiling back, preparing to strike. Alishia only has seconds to act; she uses them as efficiently as possible. She deploys a stuckey, hitting the woman full on and instantly encasing her in a hardened lumpy sphere. Not slowing down, Alishia rams her shoulder into the sphere, pushing it out of the way as the first rock hurtles by, missing it by inches. Alishia grasps the stuckey, digging into it with metal fingers as she pushes down with all the strength her flight system can muster, narrowly avoiding two more rocks thrown in short succession.
Gripping the stuckey tightly, Alishia swoops behind an eight story building as two more chunks of concrete whistle past, bursting into a twelve story building on the other side of the street and shattering the top three floors. She sets it down on the sidewalk and sprays it with the release compound. Almost immediately the stuckey dissolves and falls away. Derecho, disoriented, begins to shiver and cough.
“Are you all right?” Alishia peers at her in concern. Being cocooned in stuckey isn’t fatal, but it’s not pleasant either, and can trigger latent claustrophobia.
Derecho shivers again, draws a deep breath, and nods. “Thanks.” Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper. “I didn’t see them coming.”
Derecho flinches at the sound of two more impacts, further up the street.
“Work your way back to the Alpha MCV if you can,” Alishia says, “but stay on the ground as much as possible. If you can set up that gale while keeping out of sight, do it, but don’t make yourself a target.”
Derecho nods again. Alishia takes a few steps back, turns, and launches back into the air.
She flips on the metahuman channel. “Derecho is OK.” She risks gaining altitude in order to get picture of the battlefield. The golem is now officially out of containment: it has moved past the remains of Foster-McLaughlin Complex and has hit patch of two and three-story buildings. Alishia doesn’t expect them to slow it down.
It is, however, taking the opportunity to cause as much damage as it can as it slowly ambles along, its cables lashing out at anything it can hit.
The metahuman channel is still open. “I need options,” Alishia says. “Sister Sentinel, you said you ran into this before. How’d you handle it?”
“We—” Sister Sentinel hesitates. “Well, we…” she trails off.
“I killed the man controlling it,” Red Shift says, voice calm.
“Not exactly.” David again. “The man was already dead. Sky Commando, there are different ways these golems can be made, but the most powerful require a human to willingly die in the act of its creation. When that happens, the body becomes a conduit between the physical world and the realm that makes these things go. So… destroy the body, destroy the link.”
Alishia stares at the behemoth on track to destroy every part of the city it touches. “Same with this one? Destroy the body, destroy the link?”
“I’m positive of it,” David says. “The problem is, the body is somewhere in there, and I don’t know how to find it.”
“I know how to find it,” a new voice says.
Alicia frowns as she tries to place it. “Who is this? How will you find it?”
“This is Curveball,” the voice replies. “And in order to find it, I need someone to get me a fresh pack of cigarettes.”
At last! Muchas gracias. Read the whole thing, mind is thoroughly blown.
You may wish to fix the typo at paragraph 6, first line. The “f” is missing from Red Shift’s name.
Oops: that’s part two, paragraph 6, line 1.
Typo immune to spell check, part 6, paragraph 91, sentence 3. Did you mean, “The small one jumps to his feet” rather than “his feat”?
Oh ouch, that missing f is *terrible*. 🙂
Fixed that, and feat/feet. Thanks for finding them.
Re-reading part two, section where the scene shifts to Jenny: second paragraph refers to Liberty as Toby’s grandfather, third paragraph refers to Liberty as “his great-grandfather.” In context, the intent of the second reference could have been “his grandfather” again or “her (Jenny’s) great-grandfather”.
Another good catch. Liberty is Toby’s grandfather and Jenny’s great-grandfather. I’ve cleaned that up.
Great to have you back in the harness – so to speak.
Minor typo: Part Two, Para 5: a ‘d’ is missing in: one arm hangs limply by his sie as the empty sleeve…
Thanks minrich, should be fixed now.
eternal joy, thatit seems we are alone no longer.”
eternal joy, that it seems we are alone no longer.”
“Well, look, your Liberty’s great-granddaughter”
“Well, look, you’re Liberty’s great-granddaughter”
Thanks Bjarne. Fixed.
That spacing issue (“thatit”) is weird because it doesn’t show up in the original manuscript.
faint gold spark appears toRed Shift’s right.
faint gold spark appears to Red Shift’s right.
Annnnnnd… fixed. Thanks!
Part two, second section (Jenny), second paragraph, last sentence, linguistic quibble: “At the moment he’s laying down” should be “At the moment he’s lying down”. It may be said that in the previous episode when David moved Toby after casting his protective spell, he laid Toby down, but now Toby is lying down. For edification and amusement, you may wish to go to dictionary.com, enter the word “lay” in the definition blank and hit enter, then scroll down to the “Lay vs. Lie” video and enjoy.
That’s fixed. I don’t know why I mixed those up. But viewing grammar videos on the web is _never_ enjoyable. 😉
Part 9, paragraph beginning “He can see the Chairman”, last sentence: Richter is misspelled “Reichter”. Possibly Freudian slip?
Part 10, first paragraph, second sentence, first word should not contain the apostrophe. (Autocorrect does that to me sometimes, substituting the contraction for the possessive pronoun. Bad autocorrect!)
– second paragraph, first sentence speaks of “dimly lit florescent lights” but I think you meant “fluorescent” since the dictionary says “florescent” means “flourishing”.
– fourth paragraph from the end, beginning “There is a low hum”, another “it’s” that should be “its”.
OK, got these too!
APOLOGIES FOR THE FORMATTING:
I just finished reading an excellent and enthralling tale (obviously shaving your head did nothing to kerb your style – I was worried a la Samson and Delilah that you might lose your talent).
Anyhow, the following typos, misspelling(s), and possible misunderstandings, by me, of your choice of words/phrases to this left-pondian, who only lived in the US for 21 years, triggered my antenna – but the story demanded that I keep reading. This resulted in a quick copy and paste (without commentary) and then a quick insert of the Part Number (so that you have a vague clue where to look).
Part Seven: Haruspex Analytics, Jason Klein’s Suite
He wouldn’t be the first to abandon a good team in favor of a promising promotion. To become “a suit,” as Billy would to say.
Part Eight: New York City, Downtown
David grins in spite of himself. “Because it’s better ‘Doctor Weird, Warlock Supreme.’”
Part Fourteen: Haruspex Analytics
Shewatches, calm and remote, and waits.
She at Justin. Without hesitation, he bolts toward the still glowing tear.
Part Eighteen: Haruspex Analytics, Ground Floor Lobby
The torso comes together in a rough outline, and in a matter of seconds he can the pieces of rock fuse together as the golem begins to reform.
Blue light flares up again, but it’s different this time. It flickers erratically, like a fluorescent light just before it does.
Part Nineteen: Haruspex Analytics, Upper Floors
Street Ronin crouches on the landing tile, his rifle trained on the closed door
Part Twenty Two: Manhattan, Alpha Checkpoint MCV
“That’s right,” the Senator’s image says. “Remember when I said the first virus—the that didn’t kill
It’s bad, Captain. Bad in way that, historically, cuts across old boundaries. . . . .. We’re talking genetic plague, Captian.”
Part Twenty Seven: Metamorphosis
As the wind rises, so dow the sound, the thummm growing louder, and behind it a second sound.
Part Twenty Nine: Downtown Manhattan
Para 2: It can’t move beyond this spot because the buildings surrounding it are too fall.
Alishia flies closer to the golem, keying up a volley of anti-vehicle missles
Part Thirty One: Ingress
No games, Sky Commando. We have a way to take out thegolem.
Part Thirty Three: Haruspex Analytics Golem, The Labyrinth
he knocks a new hole in the side dof the building and jumps.
Part Thirty Four: Aftermath
David starts looking through the crowd. “Now we round everyone up and go back to the Nautillus.
Thanks minrich, these are all now fixed!
Back again. Just checked the amendment that you made re. Part Nineteen (which is the deja vu all over again and again) and “on the landing tile” appears at least 5 more times – thanks be to Ctrl-F.
Can you be more specific? There are multiple times I use that phrase, but the ones I see are deliberate.
Sorry, my misunderstanding, my septuagenarian vocabulary didn’t extend to ‘landing tile’ as a thing, but google.com showed me the error of my ways – since multiple peoples being advertizing them are.
not fighting against the other awareness, but fusing to cede what remains of his own identity.
refusing to cede?
She twists his arm, and the he cries out in pain as the carbine clatters to the floor.
then he tries?
part 24 “Where are these thingscoming from?” Jenny keeps
not sure if missing a space?
All fixed now!
And now to see where Regiment was during all this kerfuffle…
Thanks for coming back!
Part 22, paragraph 43: “Sky Commander” should probably be “Sky Commando” unless the point is that Captain Banks (understandably) is so badly shaken he isn’t even using Sgt. Webb’s proper title. He gets it right two paragraphs later.
Part 22, paragraphs 39 and 41: not sure about this. 39 refers to “the worst of the group” as a tossup between Crossfire and Overmind. In 41, Sky Commando tells Captain Banks that Haruspex is “much worse than either of those groups could hope to be”, where “either of those groups” seems to be a reference back to Crossfire and Overmind. Am I misreading this, or is she calling Overmind a group?
One of those typos that spellcheck will never catch: Part 26, paragraph 1, last sentence: “standing father back”: s/father/farther.
Part 27, paragraph 15, sentence 4: the word “shifts” is missing an “f”.
Thanks for catching those. They should be fixed now!
– sentence 5: need a space here: durabilityconverging. “durability” is in italics in the actual text.
– next to last sentence: “it’s attention” should be “its attention”.
Paragraph 44, next to last sentence: “one a little to low” “to” needs another “o”.
Paragraph 48, last sentence: “She adjusts her position, putting as much of the base of her cable between herself and the ones closing in.” “as much” seems to want another “as” but I’m not sure exactly what you want here.
Paragraph 11, first sentence, after the second dash: “is throws it”: s/is/it
Paragraph 31: last sentence: “keeping out of site” out of “sight”?
Beautiful, beautiful work. Thank you so much for sharing.
Partway through Part Seventeen there appears to be some paragraph-level cleanup needed at the point where the Chairman nearly comes in to check on Artemis, but then changes his mind. Two versions of the same passage? –>
“Our guest…” Suddenly the Chairman sounds weary. He sighs. “The resources we will need to expend to keep him in check will be… prohibitive. I fear we will be forced to leave him behind.” Phyllis is surprised by the amount of regret in the Chairman’s voice. Who is he talking about?
“I should, at least, say farewell…”
Footsteps close in on the door, and when the door handle begins to turn her heart nearly stops. But it stops, then returns to its original position as the hand on the other side lets go.
“No,” the Chairman says. “We don’t have the time. It galls me to leave him behind
Ah. Yes.” The Chairman hmmms thoughtfully. “I fear we won’t be able to take him with us. The resources we’d need to expend to keep him in check are best used on other things. Come, the door is here.”
The group comes to a stop, and for a terror-filled moment Phyllis is convinced they’ve stopped in front of her door. Seconds pass, then something clicks on the other side of the hall, and the footsteps move off carpet, onto stone. The door clicks a second time as it swings shut. The hallway is silent once again.
@cuatroojos: thanks for the extra updates. They’re all fixed. Sidenote: the issue with the two words being crammed together without a space between them is an oddity because it never shows up in my original text — it’s a result of dumping the text into WordPress. So far I haven’t figured out what it is that’s making WordPress remove the spaces. I assume it isn’t random, though it looks that way to me.
@Christopher Krebs: aaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaa fixed now. 😀
You’ve done a terrific job keeping so many different narrative strands going without getting all tangled. Bravo.
Part Twenty-Eight, paragraph 4, another sentence-level blip: “He grimaces, thrusting his right hand left arm and his side.”
That’s fixed now as well.
Part 17, third-to-last paragraph, last sentence: “careless” needs to be in its adverbial form, “carelessly”.
– Paragraph 73 begins “Int he”; “In the”?
– Paragraph 93, beginning “David doesn’t reply”: in the second sentence, “exends” looks like it wants to be “extends”.
– Paragraph 11, first sentence, “more than match”, maybe “more than a match”?
OK, those are fixed now too.
Part 22, paragraph 41, last word: s/Captian/Captain
It was literally SURROUNDED by other instances of the word spelled correctly. Sigh. 🙂
> It was literally SURROUNDED by other instances of the word spelled correctly. Sigh.
If your fingers are anything like mine, they don’t *care* how many times you have spelled a given word correctly. And I echo your Sigh.
C.B., Thanks so much for this! Amazing!
It’s been so long since 35 (and 35 made no sense to me at the time!), that I just bit the bullet and reread from the beginning, and then crashed straight through 36. Wow. Really well done – I can see where the breaks would be for 36a, b, and c if you could break from “year 3”, but boy does it work as a whole.
I actually thought it would be the complete wrapup, since it took that long to “pull in all the loose ends and stories”. But no – it’s just the cliffhanger to Year 4, “on the clock” as it were. Can’t complain about that!
Since I did do a compleat runthrough (spelling intended), I then did it again, trying to pay attention to blips and continuity issues. I have a bunch of notes (some on 36 might already be noted here), plus a Liberty Family Tree – what’s the best way to get them to you, should you want them? I could post it here or the forums, but it is the size of one of your smaller chapters; plus some of the questions are “I could very easily be wrong here, having not understood context”, so, not sure you want those ideas that public.
Note: the email registered with my account is live and commonly read, if you don’t want to put anything out in the open yourself!
Also note: there were threads running through the story that I only saw on the “editing runthrough” – and I’ve read (what was, at the time) the whole story, I think 5 times now. Love the world and character-building that has clearly always been there, but I haven’t noticed happening in serial form.
I would love to see those notes! You can send them to
– at –
– dot –
sent (in case I sent it to the wrong address). Wow, again!
Wow what a trip!