Web of Chaos
Malphas’s car pulled up behind the ruined food market. The plants had been cleared; the car bumped over the cracked and uneven parking lot.
Garage doors opened, and G.E came out with guns raised.
Joe got out; the G.E did not lower their weapons. The driver got out. Malphas got out, and the G.E lowered their guns. They all headed inside.
Diesel saw Joe and hurried over to him. “You look terrible. You ok?”
Joe mumbled with his sore jaw. “Yeah. I’m alive.”
“You were at that attack all over the news?”
“Yep… You couldn’t send someone to pick me up out of prison?”
“Sorry. Had hands full and didn’t know where anyone ended up.”
Malphas stepped closer to them. “Enough with the pleasantries. Is this Arkvee ready? We do not want to miss our opportunity to stop that Rephaim now do we?”
Diesel looked at Malphas. “It’s almost ready. It’s back together, and we’ll be putting that black Dunamis to good use.”
“Well get to it.” Malphas turned, glanced at the Onslaught, and walked out.
Working behind the Arkvee, Wendy leaned to her left and watched Malphas. The Onslaught powered up and a thin black haze covered the entire thing.
Trudging along in the rain, Snorri had run out of steam. He knew he could never find Malphas in such a large city area. Sure Malphas had left the area by now, Snorri headed home.
“Should have searched for armor. Then gone for Malphas.” He knew he would not get the exo-armor back. The underground area would probably have been cleared out he figured. Telling anyone to get back at them would be a waste of time. Going home would be dangerous as well; but what else could he do but start over, waiting for another opportunity.
“Snorri blew chance. Snorri stupid.” Depressed, drained of his drive to go on his planned suicide mission, Snorri’s violent thoughts became simmering feelings of loathing for Malphas, humans, and himself.
Malphas met up with a group of aliens in an abandoned skyscraper. The top half of it had been broken off and laid in a pile of rubble with weeds growing from it. Inside a large battery supplied power for lights. Dampness and the smell of mold filled the air.
Someone stepped forward. “Are you sure you don’t want us to take care of Snorri?”
Malphas looked at them with anger in his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. He is not worth the hassle. No one will believe him anyway. Did you find his replacement?”
“We found another Rephaim, yeah. But he’s a bit smarter. I think you’ll need to talk to him.”
“Where is he?” Malphas looked away.
“We’d have to go to him. Since you look human, I suggest we take you there.”
“Perhaps that would be for the best.” Malphas turned and strolled to his car with his driver.
A few of the other aliens followed and got into their vehicles. One vehicle pulled away, and Malphas’s car pulled in behind it. The other vehicles pulled in line at the rear.
Traveling miles to a populated area, the group pulled over near another damaged skyscraper. Many aliens mulled around inside. They walked down a hallway to a room in the back. There was no door on the room, and a Rephaim inside sat on a large, makeshift chair. The group shooed away any others nearby.
Malphas entered the room. “I would like a word with you.”
“Yes, yes. Suicide mission.”
“It does not have to be a suicide mission.”
“Once done, all Rephaim will be targets.”
“Perhaps the conversation would be more pleasant with proper introductions.”
“Know those like you. Use knowledge as weapon. Not giving name, my family remain safe.”
“Very well. How do you feel about taking quite a few humans with you?”
“Have hate for humans.”
“The Witch War?”
“No. Before. Grew up here. Will say no more. Know you are fishing for knowledge for your advantage.”
“I apologize. Sensitive subject. I understand.”
“So to save us farther time. Should we look elsewhere?”
“Thought over. Give money into account. Will do as told.”
“I see. Lovely. Enough to provide for a better life for someone. $4,000,000 would be enough to get out of here and last a lifetime to lead a basic life.”
“Will not negotiate. Am pleased with amount. Do so now, and come with you.”
“If you betray me after handing over so much, I will not stop hunting down everyone with the slightest association with you.”
“Yes. Know your kind. Starts here ends here. No need to waste time, resources finding out about rest people here. You get what you want for money. Me an I do job.”
“Good.” Malphas motioned to his driver and had him transfer money to the account the Rephaim indicated.
They all walked out. The Rephaim took nothing from his room with him. The local aliens watched the group leave.
Back at the broken in half skyscraper, Malphas had the Rephaim sent to a room and guarded. Waving at the group’s leader to come over, Malphas had him sit down. “I have a side mission for some of your crew,” said Malphas sitting down.
“And what is that?”
“I require a few of your men abduct two people for me. It would aid us in taking out the G.E once and for all.”
“I see. Alive? You need information from them?”
“No. No information.”
“Then, why alive?”
“To lure someone in or to remove them from the game.”
“You’re talking wife, girlfriend.”
“We are not into behaving in such a manner. Is it necessary?”
“I have always come through for you. We do not need to ever harm them. The same cannot be said for what the G.E have done to your children.”
“Yes. You have earned our trust. But come on. I know you’re getting at a child will be involved.”
“A woman and her child must be brought along. There is not much we can do about it. How they are treated while in your care, I will leave up to you.”
“Fine. Give me the information and I will have a few of my guys pick them up.”
“Good. Hopefully, you will be able to let them go in a day or two.”
Gill drove to his apartment and called Sydnie.
“Hi, Daddy,” said Sydnie fast.
“Hello, sweetie. What did you do today?”
“I’m making a Buddha out of gold clay. But I got some purple clay mixed in accidentally.”
“Oh… Not making a unicorn?”
“No. I tried. It had spindly legs and wouldn’t stand up.” She had a hard time pronouncing spindly.
“Oh. Why a Buddha? Did you learn anything about Buddha?”
“No. It’s a little tubby one and doesn’t fall over.”
Gill laughed. “Ok. Good enough reason.”
“Mommy wants to talk to you.”
“Ok. Put her on,” said Gill.
Maylis’s face showed on the screen. “You’re staying safe?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“With those Marines shooting up Camden with that ship, everyone’s on edge.”
“That was you even though you were with Sydnie?”
“I played a part in it.”
“Was it necessary?”
“Worse is yet to come. It doesn’t look like I can stop it before it does.”
“Oh, I see. Well, don’t go blowing yourself up and losing another pair of eyes.”
“I don’t plan too,” said Gill smiling. “We have no idea where the attack will occur. Stay away from any large gatherings for now. Any popular locations. And at the risk of sounding racist. Stay away from any area with aliens for now.”
Copyright Conrad Brubaker 2018