The Last Server by H. J. Pang

Author:H. J. Pang
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marshall Cavendish International

There exists a saying that one must not become a monster while fighting them. Sadly, kids didn’t understand just how harsh the real world was. Guo Li had refused to speak about what happened, shooting Greg angry looks every now and then. Greg was not worried—Guo Li was going to have to get over it, as long as the world remained this way.

Wesley had decided the coastal route was no longer safe; sooner or later, they would run out of smoke, which also acted as a beacon that signalled where they were. As Greg had guessed, the canister had been salvaged off a grounded fighter jet retrofitted for the Singapore Airshow. They passed through what was left of the Outram Park area, where the gaping eyes of ruined buildings stared forlornly, broken segments open in gaping screams. Greg kept his weapon at the ready, but no movement of any kind could be seen. Plastic bags and years of crap littered the street, and to his surprise, people still found the time to paint graffiti upon the cars and walls in the area. He supposed the old laws didn’t matter anymore when there’s no one to cane you.

Wesley stopped at the side of a street corner, his shoulders slumped. The sputter of the motorbike died down.

“Wesley?” Greg asked. As always, the guardian’s eyes were covered by his goggles, making it hard to read his expression. But his shoulders and arms were shaking, as if by a great loss.

“The Sanctum’s been silenced,” whispered Wesley. “The voices that lead from it to us, now gone.”

It took a moment for Greg to realise what the guardian was saying. “You lost contact with the Sanctum? Since when?”

“Right before we encountered the thugs on the highway. The 418 has found my brothers, I’m sure of it. Our faith can only do so much against tech and steel. I’ll kill them all!” The yell reverberated around them, a faint echo bouncing off the surrounding buildings.

Greg had never seen Wesley in such a state. But then, he really didn’t know much about the Brotherhood to begin with. But he knew they had communion with each other via digital means, plugged into the intranet that allowed their minds to meander with one another, closer in being than anyone could ever be. Besides, one could hardly deny the camaraderie members of a brotherhood had. As close as kinship, if not more so. To many of them, this was probably their only family. Before he had arrived, they lived in relative peace.

But now …

“How exactly are your communications broadcasted, Wes?” asked Greg.

“The hell do I know? N33r and ITm4ster set it all up,” snapped Wesley. “Probably some form of 5G or radio transmission.”

“If the signal is piggybacked onto the 418 comms frequency, the 418 may have cut it off Manually,” explained Greg. “The Brotherhood might still be alive.”

“But if they’re not …” Wesley’s voice rose to a growl.

“If they aren’t, do you really think fighting in the name of vengeance is going to do anything for the cause?” asked Greg.

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