Shattering Humanity-Chapter 373: Jesse James: The 2nd Generation DæMon/Sheriff {Recap}
Saku and Itsuka: "2nd Generation?!"
Shelly squints at the claim while Katsu smirks at the name drop.
The blue haired boy is even brighter shades of pink and red while the group talks about Persephone.
Charybdis: "Wh- Wait?!
How do you guys know about Persephone!?
And...?"
He sweats and shrinks back down in his seat embarrassed while his sister tries to calm him down.
Behind them both Saku and Itsuka start asking questions.
Itsuka: "Laban, what the Hell are you talking about?!
2nd Generation DæMon?
What are those?"
Saku: "Are they all like you and your sisters?"
Shelly’s fists clench underneath the table, thinking about the possibility of even more enemies to fight.
Shelly(thinking): *More DæMons?
Does that mean even more people coming after me because of my lineage?*
As if answer the mental question, Laban picks her ear with her pinky while answering.
Laban DaeMon: "Nahh, they are pretty much just the descendants of a few Valkyrie and Völva babies Skalmönd’s final SeiõrSpell had saved.
If anything, the 2nd Generations have no vendetta against their birth covers like my sisters directly born during the initial DæMon birthing time period."
...
[Current Day]
[Plymouth, Massachusetts]
Even on the northeastern mainland, SeiõrSnow lightly falls from the partially cloudy night.
Connected to the Cape Cod Bay within the hook of Massachusetts, waves crash on the sandy shores closest to Plymouth Rock.
The unmistakable sound of a tab cracking into the top to a canned beverage, compliments the atmosphere of a quite beach at night.
About 20 yards away from the crashing tide is a small beach fire and a decently tall figure is standing next to the controlled flame.
Wrapped in an oversized trench coat, and topped by a large cowboy hat.
A sheriff star on the left side of the western headwear and the familiar initials "J.J" centered on the patch.
Behind the beach goer, the hum of large pickup truck drives over the sand and is put in park with the high beams shining on the back of the trench coat.
On the back of the cape-like coat is the badass image of a guerilla holding two Glocks and a bandana covering it’s eyes.
Only one opens door to the all black vehicle, the driver’s.
From his body language and way he speaks towards the trench coated person, the driver seems to be an informant. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
His button up plaid shirt and beer belly are tucked into his denim jeans as he steps out. With distance and the truck door between them, not getting any closer to the drinker, the informant shouts out.
Informant: "We still haven’t gotten a response from them, Sheriff Jesse.
As you’ve instructed me to do, I’ve already called to inform the Otis base.
Four deployment boxes full of ’fireworks’ are circling in the air awaiting your signal to head over."
The apparently very important person chugs their entire 12 fluid ounce can and once finished, the moment of silent contemplating adds a bit tension to the juxtaposing ocean air.
A confident nod and a thumbs up is the response from the back turned individual peering at the beach fire.
The crash of a wave leaves a crab exposed on the beach as it scurries back to coverage of the marine life’s safety blanket.
The informant then reaches into his car and pulls out a flare gun, shooting one...two separate long trailing signal red flares that turn the Cape night sky in October a flickering orange and red.
Crushing the finished beer can in their hand, the faceless drunk then tosses the aluminum into a small dugout sand pit close by with the rest of the finished 12 pack awaiting for their drained brethren in the litter grave.
Obviously intimidated by the person they work under, the nervous large gutted informant sweats in the cool night air.
Informant: "Um, Sheriff Jesse...
W-With what you’ve done ever since those aliens attacked three years ago, and the successful leadership you’ve proven, everyone truly does believe in your ’Yassa Management System’..."
There is strong concern on the speaker as he carefully picks his words.
Informant : "...And you also know I would follow you to Hell, Heaven, and back again.
So forgive me for questioning your methods, but are you really sure ’the dragon’ is necessary, Ms. James?
Our men could’ve simply gotten too wasted and passed out.
They could also get struck if they happen to wander off within the target zone."
From the pocket of their own denim jeans, the woman referred to as ’Jesse’, grabs a small case full of cigarettes, removing one.
Somewhere in the distance, but progressively getting closer, the deep recognizable roars of large plane engines in the sky echoes over the post apocalyptic world below.
Using a hand to block the wind, the smoker lights their cigarette, and the small flame exposes one tiny scar above the leader’s upper lip as they take the first drag.
Still unable to see the face of the individual, a strong ocean gust blows the bottom to the coat making it flow.
Turning around with a puff of smoke from their lips, the beach fire ablaze and their trash in the sand, the designed trench coat takes slow steps towards their ally.
As the commander walks to their ride, a woman’s sad voice finally gives an audible response.
Jesse James: "They’re all dead. Let Intel know, New Dodge has been destroyed and Kami Island is to be viewed no longer as a Vinland ally, but instead, the home island of two unbelievably powerful terrorist organizations in civil conflict."
Informant: "What!?
How do you-"
From under the rising brim of their cowgirl hat, two pink eyes shine forward from the newest reveal of a 2nd Generation DæMon.
Jesse James: "The airpilots in charge of transporting the attack will be able to confirm..."
Overhead the culprit to the ominous approaching noise reveals itself. With the help of the moon’s reflected light, a military C-130 plane roars above the beach in the opposite direction over the bay and the coast of Massachusetts.
Jesse James: "...If she allows them to return."
...
Above the clouds, the two pilots in the cockpit of the military air carrier go through the checks and balances of their attack.
Pilot 1: "We have clear visibility, and eyes on the combat zone...wait where...
Are you seeing this!?"
Pilot 2: "I have two under radar. What are you ta-"
Both men in the cockpit look at their thermal view and see the the two small white figures on the mountain but south of the mountains...
The 2nd air pilot immediately starts flipping switches in a hurry, while the 1st man calls back to base to inform HQ what they both are witnessing.
Pilot 1: This is Shenron 1!
We have broken horizon to get a view of the target island, and...and..."
Air Traffic Control: "What is it, Shenron 1?!
Report!"
The man swallows his spit and opens his shaking mouth.
Shenron 1: "We-We can both confirm, N-New Dodge...and all the land underneath are no longer part of the island.
The entire county..."
The pilot next to him who was flipping switches and taking snapshots of the different sighted cameras, is clearly less shook than his counterpart.
Shenron 2: "This is Shenron 2.
I can also confirm this anomaly.
We are within launch distance and the dragon is ready to drop on Madame Sheriff’s clearances."
A woman’s voice goes through the both of their headsets. The same tired, defeated voice as from the individual on Buzzards Bay beach.
Jesse James: "Shenron 2, this is your commanding officer, Sheriff Jesse James.
Authorization Clearance Code, ’01-18-74-12-000’ you are clear to release your cargo and turn immediately back home."
The man solutes the air.
Shenron 2: "Yes Ma’am !"
...
MaMmon DæMon: "As the true creator to the most destructive forces ever created, in the end, these long distance war machines are a pestilence to true warfare and it reflects exactly how cowardly the people you protect are.
Experience the despair of knowing true power!"
From her stabilized hand, the sound of 1,000 man sized hornets buzzing accompany the stream of red/orange SeiõrShots rapid firing from each of the smirking magical woman’s fingertips.
Nephilim watches with his mouth agap. The rays of controlled universal energy shooting nonstop for a minute.
In the sky, explosions pop off randomly like a firework display as each one of the coordinated mini planes are hit.
[Otis Air Base, Massachusetts]
Inside a small control room to the old military base, two people are monitoring the attack on the computers.
Control 1: "We have a problem, Sheriff!
Unit 35 has lost signal!"
Control 2: "Units 3, 4, 22, 15, 32, 14 and 19 have lost signal!"
Control 1: "Units 1, 2, 5, 7, 10, 12, 18, and 30 have lost contact!
What the Hell?
They shouldn’t even be over the island yet!"
Control 2: "Madame!
Units 8, 9, 11, 17, 19...there going out too fast to count! Do they have a C-RAM available on their island?
That’s impossible!"
In the corner, arms crossed, Jesse James stands against the wall. She is listening her head down so the cowboy hat covers the mysterious Sheriff’s face.
The grip of her fist under her crossed arms tightens understanding the confirmation to her fears.
...
Before anyone can register what Saku is freaking out about, there is the low pitched whistle of a drone creating a sonic boom, then an explosion happens on the side of the already sliced up skyscaper.
Inside, from the perspective of the empty, quiet office the explosive force sends glass and office furniture flying deeper into the already fated building.
Princess Rebekah screams.
Everyone gets up from their seat, staring at the ball of fire and smoke.
The reflection in Itsuka’s purple human eye, passed down from her mother, is a misfortunate timed military attack.
Daisuki: "Everyone get inside the tunnel, now!"
With the new threat immanent, the bonfire is left ablaze while the fleeing Takamagahara gets underground.
A second explosion happens at the base of the building, and it is final hit the structure can withstand.
The diagonally cut in half building begins swaying until finally it collapses under it’s own weight.
The crashing and rumbling of the glass and steel framed building can be heard a few blocks away.
Shelly runs in the direction of the chaos. Madame Fryer flies out from her sheath and the human partner jumps on the sentient blade in the perfect transition.
...
On top of the building, Shelly’s bright blue eyes widen from remembering about the existence of 2nd Generations.
Shelly: "Wait!
Earlier, Laban was talking about another generation of DæMons, not associated with her sisters.
Could it have been-?!"
As if by instincts, Shelly’s SeiõrSense feels a presence.
Her body spins around...
On the same rooftop, a silhouetted figure wearing a cowboy hat trench coat flapping in the wind, faces the Valkyrie descendant.
