Darkest Days and Longest Nights

In Over My Head

Erika Mathers

I think I’m in over my head. The programming, the hacking, a little design work here and there, I was practically raised “speaking” code. Hell, I think I’m better at relaying myself to a computer than I am to a person. A safe life fighting those things from afar by way of directing information, that’s what I signed up for. The “internship” with the front company’s been going great, as far as anyone at the University is concerned I’m writing and reviewing code for Sexy Saint Paul. Have been for the last eighteen months. That’s all simple enough, I can’t quite do it in my sleep but I’m getting there. Meeting with the Hunters, though? I thought I was going to wet myself when I saw Medic82, er, Brandt, with that pistol in his hand. I couldn’t even hold it together by phone. I stumbled over my words while trying to get them prepared for the mission, I’m sure that inspired a lot of confidence. Now, I’m coordinating mission briefs from a distance while I research and try to give them something, anything that can help them. The satellite feeds were a big fail, the trees cover the entire damned space. I haven’t been able to get in touch with BubbaJay since last night, and I’ve been tied too tight to the desk to go see if he’s home or not. Just where the Hell he could be if he’s not there is anyone’s guess, and I really can’t afford to think about it just yet. I didn’t sleep much last night, this whole thing’s made me a nervous wreck. I really don’t want to let them down. I’m working through several databases trying to see if I can find any links that might help, but so far all I’ve found is a string of missing persons in the area. It’s a lead, sure, but nothing that will help them without more details. No discernible pattern between the victims, and most of them weren’t even locals. I’m hoping that the other ones come through, but I’m not holding my breath. It’s probably a bit much, asking a total stranger to drive to the middle of nowhere to save someone they’ve never met. I really admire the six that went. I didn’t think we’d get more than two to agree to it. I can understand, though. Being alone in the world knowing what you know and hoping you’re not crazy, that’s impossible to bear. At least when you see it again and there’s someone else beside you it confirms that you’re not due for a long stay at a psych ward. Must make it less frightening, I know it did for me. Now, the realization that there were all sorts of things out there higher on the food chain than me, that might be a little scarier. But at least I don’t have to do it alone.

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