EMERGENCE: Infestation

by JT Sawyer

  EMERGENCE

  Infestation

  Book 2

  By JT Sawyer

  Copyright

  Copyright December 2017 by JT Sawyer

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  This is a work of fiction and the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, incidents, or events is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Edited by Emily Nemchick

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  Chapter 1

  Pacific Ocean, 960 nautical miles west of Pearl Harbor

  Will Reisner brought the skiff to a stop, letting the small boat coast towards the derelict cruise ship a half-mile distant. He looked over his shoulder to the south at the USS Reagan, the two destroyers, and the armada of civilian frigates trailing behind and wondered how much longer he would be at sea. The journey from the South China Sea to the western Pacific had dragged on longer than he hoped and he had spent much of the past few days coming and going on constant missions from the Reagan at the behest of Admiral McKenzie. Much of the time, the short trips involved scouting an island for supplies or searching for the presence of an alpha creature for Doctor Selene Munroe’s research. In the latter case, Reisner used small drones to fly over the string of isolated islands and atolls to check for signs of activity. He didn’t mind the work, but knew McKenzie was intentionally keeping him and his team off the Reagan to avoid suspicion from the crew, who might raise questions about the Agency’s involvement in Taiwan and Jebwe Island. Since Navy SEAL Lieutenant Tom Ivins had undertaken missions with Reisner, there had been rumors floating around the carrier strike group that a secret lab had been discovered, and McKenzie had done his best to quell concerns amongst his crew that the U.S. had a role in the release of the deadly pathogen.

  Reisner knew the admiral was still sorting through all the classified material obtained from the bioweapons research facility on Jebwe Island, but the man seemed reluctant to discuss any of his concerns with Reisner. We’ve gone from being Agency operators to Navy gophers.

  Reisner just hoped when they got to Pearl Harbor in three more days that he, Connelly, Nash, and Porter would be able to find another post to fulfill or be assigned somewhere else besides the Reagan until he could find a way to get back to the East Coast to look for his sister. He knew there was a long and uncertain road ahead, but he had to make it to Virginia and try to locate Jody. She was all the family he had left and he hoped she had been able to make it out of the city to his house in the country. Reisner forced away any thoughts that she could have succumbed to the virus; he had to hold out belief that he would see her again one day, no matter how long it took to find her.

  Ivins moved up next to Reisner, propping up his elbows on the dashboard as he scanned the cruise ship with his binoculars. “So, the areal drones we sent over earlier this morning indicated there was an alpha male walking around on the third level, near the outdoor swimming pool.”

  “Is it lying on a recliner, working on its tan?” he chuckled as he removed a specially modified sniper rifle that was outfitted to accept a pronged spear gun dart.

  “They don’t like the sun, remember, smart ass? That cluster of freaks on the last island was nearly unconscious from the heat and humidity when we came up on ’em during midday.”

  Reisner tugged his blue Navy cap down and squinted up at the sky. “Yeah, well, it’s 0830, so we don’t have that advantage this time, do we.” He held up the immense rifle. “But this will be a good equalizer.”

  Reisner winced, still recalling the crushing force he received to his ribs the first time he encountered an alpha creature on Jebwe Island. The beast had gotten the upper hand on him with an ambush and lifted him off the ground, nearly crushing his trachea with its brute force. He learned then to never assume they were just mindless undead creatures. They were cunning adversaries intent on protecting their own at any cost. Reisner remembered Selene’s analogy about termite colonies and how these creatures resembled an insect caste system with their hierarchy and delegation of duties. He dreaded the thought of going hand-to-hand with another alpha and was glad Ivins was along for this ride to try a new tactic.

  Ivins looked back at Reisner, who was getting the rifle situated on the deck of the skiff and unspooling a thin cable attached to the dart.

  “I’ll take over from here, if you don’t mind. You Agency types only know how to shoot when you’re on solid ground.” A hint of sarcasm was present in his voice.

  “Probably because that’s where most firefights occur, aqua man.”

  Ivins took hold of the weapon and got into a kneeling position, his left shoulder braced against the side of the dashboard while his right was pressed into the stock of the rifle.

  “Well, just sit back and see how the professionals do it, William,” he said with a grin, a heavy wad of chewing tobacco tucked under his lower lip.

  Reisner chuckled. “Did you already adjust for windage and distance, swabbie?”

  “You learn those terms playing Call of Duty in the basement of your parents’ house?”

  “Wasn’t that the video game that featured a bunch of candy-ass Navy SEALs?”

  “At least we have a videogame with us as the main characters.” He paused. “Or had.” He gave Reisner a stern look, both of them realizing the references to the world they had known only a week ago were now dated—connected to a world that seemed so distant.

  Reisner took the binoculars off the console and scanned the third level again for the alpha as Ivins finished setting up. In the short time since they’d met, he’d enjoyed working with Ivins and felt he was the only person amongst the SEALs who didn’t look at him and his team with sideways glances, uncertain of their role on the aircraft carrier.

  “The alpha is starboard still, directing a bunch of its drones along the main deck.” Reisner studied the six-foot-tall creature with nearly translucent skin and a smooth head as it moved with purpose along the deck. He panned to the right, examining the other decks and porthole windows of the luxury liner. “Hard to believe that there were probably around a thousand passengers on that ship and now they’re all dead inside their own bodies.”

  “Too bad the thermal imaging didn’t show any survivors still inside. If we had only passed through a few days earlier, it might have been a different story.” Ivins pulled his eyes away from the scope and glanced up at Reisner for a second, his expression one of consternation.

  “Is that a reference to being diverted to Jebwe Island?”

  “Just saying, there were probably a lot of passengers who might still be alive today if things had turned out differently with our timeline getting back to Pearl.”

  “And we also wouldn’t have gotten all the research files from Hayes’ lab to help Doctor Munroe study this virus.”

  Ivins raised his eyebrows then returned his attention to the rifle scope. “You mean the nebulous research lab whose seeming affiliation with your agency you still can’t talk about.”

  “Come on—you know how it works.”

  “Yeah, I do, but how long is McKenzie going to sit on all that intel we snagged before he lets us in on the big picture?”

  He knew Ivins was right, but Reisner felt bound to Agency protocols and sure as hell wasn’t about to divulge to the battle-weary SEALs that the CIA was behind the release of the pathogen that levelled huma
nity and the reason why most of them would never see their families alive again.

  He pressed the binoculars closer, watching the alpha move towards the railing and stare at their boat. “It sees us—now’s the time to work your magic.”

  Ivins wedged the rifle stock closer into his shoulder and pressed his cheek against the side, then steadied his breathing. A second later, the improvised dart-gun released its sixteen-inch barbed projectile and hurled it in an arc over the waves with the cable in tow. The spear pierced the alpha male in the ribs beneath the heart, sending it back a few feet from the impact. It shrieked, turning its head up at the sky.

  Reisner stepped back, setting the binoculars down, and rushed to the helm, starting the engine and spinning the wheel hard to the left. The boat swung around, the cable slowly losing its slack as they moved away from the cruise ship. Once the cable snapped taut, the alpha was violently yanked off the deck and hurled headfirst into the ocean below. Reisner increased the engine speed while the creature bobbed sideways out of the water with each whitecap they passed. He drove towards the Reagan then veered off towards a small civilian frigate near the port side. There were six armed Navy personnel standing on the rear deck, their ARs pointed at the creature, who had gone limp, its arms barely thrashing in the waters.

  “Get the net on that thing and then reel it into the diving cage,” yelled Ivins. Reisner stopped the boat, throwing a line up to a sailor on deck, who tied them off. Then he stepped back near Ivins and began winding in the cable on the hand-cranked spool bolted to the floor of the skiff. As the exhausted creature was pulled closer, two sailors flung a weighted cast net onto the alpha. Once it was enclosed around the torso, they dragged it to the side of the frigate, where a diver’s shark cage was partially suspended in the water beside the deck, then cut the line on the cable. The shrill sound emanating from the waterlogged mouth of the beast was fierce, and Reisner was surprised how loud it was above the din of the skiff’s engine.

  With the creature safely secured in the steel cage, the sailors rushed forward and placed a heavy padlock on the door then leapt back as the enraged alpha struggled to free itself of the cast net.

  Reisner climbed up on the rear deck and stood a few feet away from the cage, grateful the creature was subdued. A small crane mounted on the second level swung its arm over and dropped a twelve-foot section of heavy chain with an iron hook on the end. The civilian boat captain inside the crane, his hefty midsection nearly filling the entire operator compartment, hoisted the cage up and moved it to the center of the rear deck, lowering it into a cargo hold that had been made into a makeshift lab for Doctor Munroe.

  Reisner watched the enraged eyes of the creature, its gaze fixed on him as it clutched the wrought-iron bars. It reached down and ripped out the dart, gray blood spilling out as it disappeared below the edge. He looked over at Ivins, who had just climbed out of the skiff. “You sure that cage is double-reinforced? Selene’s going to be locked down below with that thing starting this afternoon.”

  “Yes, I oversaw the work myself. We had two of our engineers work on it—and she won’t be down there alone. McKenzie is assigning six armed guards to her detail. They won’t leave her sight.”

  Reisner crossed his arms and took a deep breath, glad that their mission had been successful but knowing this was only the beginning. Now, Selene had to do the rest if they were to understand how their enemy communicated with each other and why the alphas were so intelligent. I hope this will give us an edge. His gut told him they were going to need more than manpower and tactics to defeat this abomination that had plagued the world.

  He looked around at the blue-green waters and scattered tropical islands in the distance. It all seemed like such a tranquil setting, and he envied the old mariners who thought that only the depths of the ocean contained monsters.

  Chapter 2

  People’s Liberation Army Headquarters, Bunker One

  Eighteen miles from the city of Nanjing on the western flank of the Yangtze River

  General Chen Lau was seated at an oval table in the command center as he listened to the SITREP from the four other generals working under him. His son, Han, was seated to his immediate right. A lieutenant in the PLA, Han had barely survived the initial onslaught of creatures that had assaulted Beijing during the forty-eight-hour battle that consumed that city. Han knew the horrors that awaited them outside the walls of the bunker and he wondered why his father wasn’t doing more to address the immediate concerns of the nation and the survivors in outlying regions instead of focusing so many internal resources waging a cyber-war against the Americans. His own sister and mother had been lost and now he was gravely concerned how many more of his countrymen were hiding out, awaiting rescue that Han knew would never come if his father continued down this course.

  Lau’s irritation kept increasing with each report of his troops killed in action during the past few days of warfare against the horrific creatures created by the Americans’ virus. His only goal was to keep his remaining eleven bunkers intact and figure out a way to minimize damages from the demonic beasts throughout China while slowly picking away at the surviving nations that could pose a threat to their future dominance.

  Unilaterally, he had initiated cyber-attacks against the power grids in not only the eastern United States but also in Vietnam, Korea, and Japan, crippling the already fragile infrastructure of those age-old enemies. With the press of a single button, the uploaded worm had plunged those suffering nations into the Stone Age. For Lau, it was more than a strategic move, and his bitterness towards those rivals extended back generations in his family from the wars that claimed so many lives in his lineage. In a single chess move, he had righted the wrongs of decades of resentment in a way no politician ever could. The three military advisors who initially objected to his actions were restrained by their wrists to wooden posts outside the compound walls at midday, just before the creatures staged another assault. The old rule of law was gone, replaced overnight by Lau’s dictatorship, and swift justice for anyone who disobeyed him. With his few remaining cyber-warfare experts working on breaking through the firewalls for the rest of the power grid in the U.S., he would soon plunge them into an irretrievable darkness.

  “What about the governments of Russia, Europe, and the UK?” he said, speaking aloud to no one in particular.

  General Vehm, a thin man in his sixties with a wispy mustache, leaned forward while typing on his tablet, which transferred an image of a map onto the wall monitor to the right. “There is a large contingent of Russian troops on the outskirts of Kiev, and several smaller army units spread around the other cities in secure bunkers.” An image of London pulled up next, slowly expanding out to show the rest of Europe. As for England, there has been no word from their shores since two days ago. Germany, Sweden, Romania, Greece, and a few other European nations have survived, their governments partially intact, but they have all suffered heavy losses as we have.”

  The officer to his left spoke in a hushed tone, hardly looking at Lau. “Perhaps we should confer with the Russians or Europeans to see if they have any thoughts on a possible cure. The Americans, whom you indicated were behind the virus—perhaps their scientists could still provide insight into the origins. Next to ours, their labs are cutting edge and represent the last hope for…”

  “Soon, the U.S. will cease to be of assistance to anyone.” Lau gave him a stern look then rolled his eyes, looking at his son, who only cleared his throat and glanced down at his tablet.

  “I’m not interested in a cure,” said Lau. “If one of our own men gets bitten or infected then they are to be executed immediately, regardless of rank. I heard some rumor about inducing the victim into a coma, if he’s an officer, until a cure can be produced. This is utter nonsense. With our limited resources, we are not going to burn up months trying to discover a cure.” He made a fist and rapped his knuckles on the table. “My only interest is in learning how these things function and if their weaknesses can be ex
ploited to our advantage—if they can be controlled. Clearly there is a link between the dominant ones and the workers. We’ve all witnessed as much on the streets, so I am having my bioweapons staff figure out how that process works. If they can be controlled then they can be rounded up and exterminated.”

  Han was twitching his fingers. “Sir, may I ask—what is the plan for searching for other survivors amongst our own cities? It seems like the focus has been abroad.”

  “Our bunkers are filled with the essential personnel we need.” Lau grabbed the remote and flicked off the monitor then flung the device back onto the table. “If I need further counsel on domestic affairs, you will all be summoned.” He tugged on the collar of his tan jacket. “That is all—return to your duties and keep me informed of the progress on penetrating the energy grids in the U.S.”

  ***

  After the other officers left, Vehm made his way around the table and sat beside Lau.

  “Was there something unclear about my last orders?” Lau said, staring down at his tablet.

  “General—” He paused, softening his tone and using the man’s first name. “Chen, we have known each other since we were young boys growing up in fields outside of Shanghai. I implore you, don’t make this into a war that will further inflict damage upon the rest of humanity beyond what you’ve already done. This is about more than just us now.”

  Lau rolled his chair back, turning to face Vehm. “No, you’re wrong. It’s always been about China being supreme from the beginning, even before this virus. Only now we have the means of achieving that instead of wasting away the years using short-sighted political means, endless sanctions, and proxy wars. This became clear to me immediately after the virus swept over the world—the Americans thought they could strike a blow to our nation but through their failure we now have the means, for the first time in history, to be absolute rulers of this world after we subjugate these creatures.” He slid his hand forward, patting Vehm’s arm. “Don’t you see, my old—our nation is like an immense tree in the stark desert that pulls back the precious water in its limbs, sacrificing its branches so the trunk survives until the rains come again.”