Storm Surge

Part 18

Kerry sat quietly in the corner, perched on a wooden table shoved against the wall.  They were inside a fairly small room in the back of the New York Stock Exchange,  a space filled with pipes and racks that was both stuffy and dank at the same time.

There was a rough, wooden table in the center of the room and at the moment, Dar and Alastair were seated at it along with some of the guys from Verizon,  Sprint, MCI and ATT all clustered around a set of yellowed blueprints spread on the year scarred plank surface.

The rest of them, Kerry, and the techs, and the lineman from Verizon, were back against the walls. Kerry knew she could have squeezed in next to her partner, but she was content to stay where she was and leave the wrangling to someone else.

They had their masks off, this far from the destruction, but she could still taste the dust and the smell on the back of her throat and she found she really just wanted to be out of here and done with it.

Maybe it was the juxtaposition of the pressure to bring up these banking systems put against the smell of death and the look in the eyes of the firefighters sheÕd seen.   She felt almost ashamed they were putting out as much effort as they were do to what they were doing instead of helping all the people around them who had lost so much.

She hiked one knee up and circled it with her arms, briefly debating if she should ask Dar if she could go back to the bus and get back in touch with the rest of their organization, working to get the rest of the problems and outages sorted out.

As if divining this, Dar turned and looked back at her, one dark brow hiking up.

It felt like her mind was being read. Kerry gave her partner a wry look, then she glanced at her watch and lifted her own brows in question.

Dar held up her hand, then turned back to the discussion at the table.

Kerry settled back against the wall, wishing sheÕd thought to bring a bottle of water with her.  ÒGoing to be a long day.Ó She commented to Mark, who was perched next to her.

ÒYeah.Ó Mark agreed. ÒIÕm not really into this.Ó

ÒBeing here?Ó She asked, lowering her voice.

ÒThis part.Ó Mark indicated the building with a circle of his finger. ÒI was cool with being at the Pentagon. That was cool, helping those guys out.  All IÕm getting from this place is a what can you do for me vibe.Ó

Kerry glanced past him, where the technicians who supported the building were standing around, arms crossed, dour expressions on their faces. ÒI think IÕd rather be helping the people who canÕt even get back to their homes here.Ó

ÒExactly.Ó Mark agreed. ÒI mean, donÕt get me wrong. I know this is important, but like, when you see people scraping up body parts from the street it kind of puts it in perspective.Ó

Kerry grimaced.  ÒOn second thought, IÕd rather be in here than seeing that.Ó

Mark eyed her. ÒSorry about that.Ó He said. ÒI didnÕt really see it either. Just heard the guys talking outside.Ó

The room they were in had power. The whole building did, driven by generators that were being fed by a line to a tanker barge tied up off the end of the island.   All the other buildings around it were still dark, and the apartments that ringed the area likewise, but this place, and one or two others, had lights glowing through the windows still caked completely with dust.

ÒIÕm not even sure how weÕre doing to help with this. All theyÕre doing is arguing who should get the resources weÕve got first.Ó  Kerry shook her head. ÒIf I was Dar, IÕd be yelling already.Ó

The door opened, and Andrew entered, a backpack on his back. He removed his mask and crossed over to where Kerry was seated, easing the pack off and setting it down on the table.  ÒLo there.Ó

ÒHey, dad.Ó Kerry was glad to see him. ÒWhereÕd you go off to?Ó

He opened the pack and handed her a bottle of Gatorade. ÒBack to that bus thing of yours.Ó He said. ÒGot tired of all the yapping here.Ó He took out a bottle for himself, then offered one to Mark. ÒGot some folks outside doing more yapping, some of them govÕmint types.Ó

ÒGreat.Ó Kerry opened the bottle and gratefully took a sip. ÒThanks for the drinks. My throatÕs coated with that dust.Ó

ÒYeap.Ó Andrew leaned against the table.  ÒWhatÕs Dardar up to over there?Ó

Kerry had lost track of the conversation. ÒTalking to them about resources, I guess.Ó She said. ÒEveryone thinks theyÕre priority one. Same story as usual.Ó

Andrew crossed his arms and took a sip of his own drink, shaking his head as he listened.

**

ÒGentlemen.Ó Dar rested her forearms on the table.  ÒWeÕve been around the block with this a dozen times.  We need to get moving on it.Ó

Charles lifted his hands and let them fall. ÒWell, thatÕs mostly because we keep coming back to how in the hell do we start?Ó He said. ÒIÕve got a demarc here with a thousand lines that go no where.Ó

ÒLook.Ó The Verizon man stood up and put a dirt smudged finger on the blueprint.  ÒJust like I told everyone else around here.  This ainÕt no magic.  Just because you people think you got some kind of  priority here donÕt make the truth any different.Ó

ÒHey, itÕs your damn last mile.Ó The MCI representative said. ÒWhat are you going to do about it?Ó

ÒWhat dÕyou think?Ó The Verizon rep shot back. ÒWe lost a whole fucking switching center.  You think I got one in my back pocket?   Tell your big shot customers they gotta wait, like everyone else.  We gotta find a place, we have to pull conduitÉ shit. ItÕll be six months to get service back to everyone down here.Ó

He stood up. ÒIÕm outta here. IÕve got things to do. CÕmon boys.Ó He motioned for his crew to join him. ÒSo long.Ó   

ÒThen weÕll bypass you and light the building up ourselves.Ó The MCI rep said. 

ÒYeah?Ó The local man snorted. ÒDonÕt try it, buddy. WeÕre all union here and any of my people will tell you to go kiss their asses.  You people are gonna wait until weÕre good and ready.Ó  He strode out with his men behind him, slamming the door on the way out.

Dar sighed, and rested her chin on her fist. ÒJust what the situation needed. More assholes.Ó

The door opened again, and one of the other ATT men came in. ÒCharles, the governorÕs rep is outside.  He wants some answers.Ó

ÒMaybe he should ask one of the jerks who just left for them.Ó Charles pushed back from the table in disgust.  ÒJesus.Ó He got up. ÒIÕll be right back.  I donÕtÕ know what the hell IÕm going to tell this guy, but IÕll think of something.Ó

He left, and took his assistant with him, leaving the rest of them to sit around the table in pensive silence. 

ÒOkay.Ó The Sprint rep said, after a long pause. ÒSo, what are our options? Ò He asked. ÒIÕve got twenty customers leaving voice mails for me every ten minutes.Ó

ÒWe all do.Ó The MCI rep agreed.  ÒExcept you people.Ó He glanced across the table at Alastair and Dar.  ÒBet youÕre glad theyÕre not your customers.Ó

ÒWell now.Ó Alastair settled back in his chair. ÒYouÕre right. I donÕt have a dog in this hunt.  WeÕd be happy enough to be one of your customers calling and bugging you but as it happens, the folks in Washington did hear we have some experience in this type of thing and asked us to stop by.Ó

ÒReally?Ó The MCI rep said, after a pause.  ÒChuck didnÕt say that.Ó

ÒNot sure he knew.Ó Alastair admitted with a  brief smile. 

ÒSo.Ó Dar picked up the ball.  ÒLetÕs discuss what the possibilities are.  If there are any.Ó

**

They clustered into the demarc room, only six of them this time as the rest waited outside.   Dar was there along with Mark,  the reps from the three telcos, and one of the techs who worked in the Exchange.

Kerry found a bit of wall to lean against, between Alastair and Andrew.  ÒWhat a mess.Ó

ÒYou could squeeze in there if you wanted to.Ó Alastair pointed at the room. ÒSee whatÕs going on.Ó

ÒNah.Ó Kerry shook her head. ÒThis is DarÕs ballpark.Ó She paused, the word triggering a memory.  ÒBallpark. We were supposed to play our first practice game today.Ó

ÒEh?Ó

ÒWe joined a corporate softball league.Ó Kerry said. ÒTodayÕs Saturday right?  We were supposed to all meet at the park today and see how bad we all are at playing baseball.Ó She let her head rest against the wall. ÒSorry IÕm not there. IÕd even enjoy striking out and falling on my ass right now.Ó

Andrew patted her shoulder.  ÒCanÕt last forever, Kerry.Ó He said. ÒWeÕll be getting on home soon, for sure.Ó

Kerry rubbed her eyes. ÒI hope so.Ó

ÒThis really stinks, doesnÕt it?Ó Alastair said, after a moment.  ÒWhat in the blazes are we all doing here?Ó

ÒSÕwhat I asked Dar.Ó Andrew said. ÒLeave these here people to fix their own problems.  They give me a hive.Ó He added. ÒDonÕt preciate nothing no body does for them, like itÕs owed.Ó

Kerry thought about that. ÒWell.Ó She said, after a moment. ÒI think maybe they do. I think they expect everyone to go the last mile for the city, because of what happened.Ó

ÒTrue enough.Ó Alastair allowed. ÒBut does that mean we throw off all our own responsibilities to take on theirs?Ó

Andrew and Kerry looked at Alastair.  ÒI think thatÕs your call, isnÕt it?Ó Kerry asked, after a long pause.  She studied the older manÕs face, which was tired looking and smudged with dust. ÒCan we just walk away from this?Ó

Alastair thought for a moment, his eyes going a little unfocused as he considered the question.  ÒSure would be nice to go home, huh?Ó

Kerry flashed back to that underground nightmare, and the strong desire it had spurred in her to turn and run and just keep on running right back to the warm sun and blue skies waiting for her backÉ home.

Home.  Miami was home now, in a way Michigan had never been. ÒIt would.Ó She replied softly. ÒIts not that I donÕtÕ want to help those guys in there. I just donÕtÕ think it will end up being worth anything to us.Ó

ÒHm.Ó  Alastair rubbed his nose. ÒNot sure we should expect any worth out of it. There is something to be said for public service.  We donÕt always get a return on an investment, at least in the short term. I have a feeling if we turn our backs on these bastards,  weÕll suffer in the long term.Ó He paused. ÒNot fair, really.Ó

ÒJackasses.Ó Andrew muttered.

ÒLet me go see whatÕs going on.Ó Kerry pushed away from the wall and headed over to the doorway, more to give Alastair room to think than because she thought she would be of any help inside.  She eased into the space, spotting DarÕs tall form to one side as her partner pointed out something.

She could sense the tension in the room.  With a gentle excuse me, she edged behind the Sprint rep and came up behind Dar, finding a spot between her and the wall that was just about the right size for her to fit into.

With a gentle clearing of her throat, she fit into it.

Dar sensed her, stepping back and draping an arm over her shoulders with a complete lack of self consciousness.  ÒHey Ker.Ó

ÒHey.Ó Kerry hoped the layer of dust on her skin masked the mild blush.  ÒHowÕs it going?Ó She studied the demarc, rows and rows of telecom cards in shallow racks festooned with tags in a rainbow of different colors.

Dar shook her head. ÒHard to say where to even start.Ó She admitted.  ÒItÕs not just communications with the rest of the exchanges. Data comes in here from all over the world.Ó

ÒYeah.Ó The tech from the Exchange said. ÒThatÕs what I was trying to explain to those other guys.Ó He walked over to the wall. ÒThis stuffÕs just here in the Financial district. ItÕs all local point to point.Ó He indicated one rack. ÒThis goes to the banking system.  This goes to the major trading houses in like, forty cities.Ó

He slapped the wall. ÒNone of itÕs working.Ó

The MCI rep put his hands on his hips. ÒI donÕtÕ think we can do this.Ó He said. ÒEven if we bring in a full sat setup, thereÕs not enough transponder space up above to handle the traffic.Ó

ÒTheyÕd never let you anyway.Ó The Exchange tech said.  ÒThe trading houses, and the other exchanges. The foreign ones. TheyÕve got security on this stuff big time.Ó

Charles exhaled. ÒThatÕs true.Ó He said. ÒMost of those tie lines are ours.  IÕve already had a call from London and Hong Kong.Ó

ÒWe had enough trouble getting space on the sat to relay our mobile cell units down here.Ó The Sprint rep said.  ÒTheyÕre jammed.Ó

ÒThey are.Ó Kerry spoke up. ÒWeÕve got a majority of the transponder space up there and weÕre using it for our customers.Ó

The men turned and looked at her, then looked back at the maze of wires. ÒSo what the hell are we doing here?Ó Charles asked. ÒLetÕs just tell them we canÕt do it.  What can they do? IÕm already toast and I donÕt have an ass leftÉ begging your pardon.. Ò He glanced at Kerry.  ÒFor them to chew anymore.Ó

Kerry looked at all the tags, then she glanced up at Dar.  ÒWhat are our options, boss?Ó

Dar regarded the mass of wires.  ÒOur options?Ó She asked. ÒOur options are which direction weÕre going to drive the bus out of here on our way out of town, unfortunately.  We canÕt fix this.Ó

The rest of the men nodded in simultaneous agreement.

ÒNo way?Ó Kerry nudged.  ÒNothing at all we can do? I sure got the impression from the White House that this was really important. Ò

ÒIt is important. Ò The Exchange tech spoke up again.  ÒIf the market doesnÕt open, thatÕs a huge amount of money tied up that canÕt go nowhere.Ó

ÒCanÕt they do it by hand?Ó Dar asked. ÒYÕknow, computers are a lot younger than this building.Ó

ÒYou got to be kidding me.Ó The tech said, in chorus with Charles and the MCI guy. 

ÒGuess not.Ó Kerry murmured.  ÒDar, there has to be something we can do. Even to bring up basic services. IsnÕt there?Ó

Dar removed her arm and put both hands in the pockets of her coveralls, tilting her head to one side as she gave the question itÕs just due.    Everyone waited respectfully in silence, until she cleared her throat and shrugged slightly. 

 ÒThink of something?Ó Kerry could tell, by the body language alone, what the answer was.

ÒWonÕt fly.Ó Dar demurred.  ÒThe only way we could help out is if we get a trunk line from here, over to Roosevelt Island. ThatÕs our closest node.Ó She went on.  ÒYouÕd have to do it underground.Ó

ÒImpossible.Ó The Exchange tech said, immediately.  ÒEspecially not without the union guys. I canÕt even get in a manhole without paying them through the nose.Ó

ÒWeÕd never get the clearance.Ó The MCI rep said. ÒHeÕs right. ThatÕs all Verizon right of way and thereÕs no way theyÕll let us run cable in there. Not taking money out of their pocket. I wouldnÕt either.Ó He added. ÒIf it was me.Ó

Charles looked thoughtful. ÒOkay, itÕs impossible.Ó He said. ÒBut what if we could do it? What would that get us?Ó He asked Dar.  ÒIt gets us to your network.  ThatÕs private. We all know it.Ó

ÒYouÕre riding on it right now.Ó Kerry reminded him mildly. ÒIÕm tunneling you between your headend to your office here.Ó

ÒSure, but you canÕt do that for all of us, and all of this.Ó Charles said.  Then he paused, when Dar didnÕt respond. ÒCan you?Ó

Dar merely shrugged slightly again. ÒNo point in wondering, since it canÕt be done.Ó She said. ÒBut theoretically, if we could do it, and get the pipe over to my node, I might be able to do something useful with it.Ó

There was a moment of silence, as the men all stared at Dar, who kept her hands in her pockets, a thoughtful expression on her face.

ÒAre you shitting me?Ó The MCI rep finally said.

ÒNo.Ó Dar replied. ÒExcuse me.Ó  She removed her hands from her pockets and patted Kerry on the shoulder. ÒBe right back.Ó She advised, as she slipped past, and ducked out the door. 

The men turned around and looked at Kerry, who folded her arms across her chest.  ÒDonÕt ask.Ó She said. ÒBut if she says itÕs possible, you can take that to the damn bank.Ó

ÒYeah.Ó Mark spoke up for the first time.  ÒBut if we canÕt get that cable from here to there, itÕs crap.Ó

ÒYeah.Ó The Exchange tech said. ÒCrap.Ó

Charles sighed. ÒWell, I can call Verizon.  I think someone in my company high enough is probably related to someone in their company high enough.Ó

ÒTheir name Bell?Ó  The MCI rep asked, wryly.  ÒBetter start digging. YouÕre gonna need him.Ó

**

Kerry was glad enough to drop into a soft, leather chair, safe in the confines of the bus and surrounded by her colleagues.  ÒBuh.Ó She let her head drop back.  ÒGlad weÕre here.Ó

ÒGlad the wind is blowing off the water.Ó  Dar finished stripping out of her jumpsuit, tossing it over the back of the chair opposite Kerry before going to the bar and pouring herself a glass of juice from the waiting carafe. 

ÒYou got that right.Ó Mark was toweling his face off.  ÒThis is some nasty shit. Ò

Kerry slung one leg over the arm of the chair and squirmed in the corner, letting her head rest against the soft leather. ÒYouÕre right. Ò She said. ÒThat was nasty.Ó

ÒIt was.Ó Dar sat down in the chair next to her, extending her long legs across the floor of the bus and cradling her juice between her hands.  ÒGlad itÕs over.Ó

ÒIs it?Ó Her partner asked, in a surprised tone.

ÒWell, for now.Ó Dar clarified.  ÒUntil they come back and talk to us about getting action on that cabling I donÕtÕ see a reason for us to go back in there. Do you?Ó

Kerry shook her head emphatically.  ÒI can live the rest of my life not going back in there given my choice, thanks.Ó She said. ÒIÕll be having nightmares about that underground for a month.Ó

Dar reached over and curled her fingers around KerryÕs arm, gently rubbing the inside of it with her thumb.  ÒSorry.Ó

ÒNot your fault.Ó Kerry muttered. ÒI could have stayed upstairs.Ó

The door to the bus opened, and Alastair entered, putting his mask down and closing the door behind him. ÒSon of a bitch.Ó

DarÕs eyebrows hiked.

Her boss unzipped his dust covered overalls and removed them, sitting down on the nearby barstool to remove the legs. 

ÒCan I get you something, sir?Ó The bus attendant zipped over, alertly

ÒScotch.  Double.Ó Alastair said. ÒStraight up.Ó

ÒYes, sir.Ó

ÒGovernorÕs office get you again, Alastair??Ó Dar asked.

ÒStupid son of a bitch.Ó  Alastair took the glass the bus attendant handed over, putting it to his lips and swallowing the contents at a gulp.

ÒWow.Ó Mark edged over to the counter nearby, giving his CEO a look of healthy respect.  He opened a glass covered case, and removed a sandwich, sitting down to take a bite of it.   ÒWant one of these, Mr. M?Ó

Alastair set his glass down with loud clacking sound.  ÒI gotta tell you, ladies and gentleman.Ó  He said. ÒIÕm about to just pull this company out of here.Ó He got up and crossed over to where the chairs were, detouring long enough to grab a sandwich before he sat down across from Dar. ÒSon of a bitch.Ó

Dar gave him a wry look.  ÒWelcome to my world.Ó She remarked.

ÒLady, you can keep it.Ó  Alastair said. ÒI should tell that damn governor to take his threats and shove them up his ass.Ó

ÒThreats?Ó Kerry frowned. ÒWhat on earth does he have to threaten us with? None of these are even our circuits.Ó  She got up and went over to the counter, selecting two sandwiches.  ÒSheesh.Ó

ÒHungry, boss?Ó Mark asked, giving her two fisted selection a quizzical look.

Kerry merely gave him a look, as she retreated back to her chair, stopping to deliver Dar her sandwich on the way.   She sat down again and took a bite from the roll, glad of the tang of the horseradish sauce taking the taint of dust from her mouth.

ÒThanks.Ó Dar licked a bit of the sauce off her fingers.

ÒHe said if we didnÕt come through on this damn Exchange issue, heÕd cancel all our state contracts.Ó Alastair said.  ÒCan you believe that?  In the middle of all this? I asked him if he didnÕt have enough problems without us pulling out and taking the rest of his offices down.Ó

ÒI think heÕs just panicked.Ó  Dar chewed her mouthful of prime rib thoughtfully and swallowed it.  ÒI think the federal governmentÕs all over him, and heÕs just punching at whateverÕs in reach.Ó She took a sip of her juice to wash the sandwich down. ÒBesides, we committed ourselves to help out here. Ò

ÒWe did.Ó Alastair agreed mournfully.  ÒSorry about that.Ó

ÒIÕm not.Ó His CIO replied.

Kerry tilted her head to one side and regarded her partner. ÒReally?Ó She asked. ÒYou like being here?Ó

Dar shook her head. ÒNo.Ó She licked another bit of sauce from her thumb.  ÒI hate being here. But if those people get their heads out of their asses, and get that cable run, we can do something to help.Ó She glanced at Alastair. ÒDid you explain that to him?Ó

ÒDo you think they can do it?Ó Kerry nibbled the edge of her sandwich.

ÒThereÕs no technical reason they canÕt.Ó Dar said. ÒIf they have the cable, and theyÕre the damn phone companies so they should have the damn cable, and they can find their way into the subway which goes right over onto the island,  they can do it.Ó

Alastair extended his legs and crossed his ankles.  ÒSeems like a lot of work for two days.Ó  He said. ÒI did mention to the governor we had a dependency on those folks, but he wasnÕt hearing any of it. Said I should get it done myself.Ó

Dar rolled her eyes.

ÒHey, itÕs your reputation that got us into this.Ó Her boss reminded her.  ÒI wasnÕt the one who called the government and volunteered us.Ó

ÒLike I did?Ó Dar shot back.  ÒYouÕre the one who told me to go do it. I could have told Gerry we didnÕt have a chance at fixing this.Ó

Alastair paused and thought, then he shrugged. ÒWell you know, youÕre right. I did.Ó  He said. ÒBut you never do listen to me, so why did you this time?Ó

ÒChildren.Ó Kerry cleared her throat. ÒCan we table the snipefest?  WeÕve already got enough issues here to deal with.Ó

ÒDoesnÕt she work for you?Ó Alastair pointed at Kerry, staring pointedly at Dar.  ÒInsubordination?Ó

ÒDonÕt I work for you?Ó Dar grinned suddenly.  ÒWhatÕs your point?Ó

Alastair chuckled wryly after a brief pause. ÒDamned if I know. Someone get me another scotch.Ó He waved a hand at the bus attendant.   ÒAll right. So youÕre saying if those folks do manage to get some agreement then thereÕs a chance this can happen?Ó

Dar got up and went to the white board on the far wall of the bus. It was covered in scribbling, and she picked up an eraser and wiped it off.  ÒOkay.Ó She grabbed a marker and started drawing.  ÒLet me just sketch this in.Ó

Kerry took the opportunity to finish her sandwich.  It was good, thinly sliced prime rib with just the right amount of salt, and a layer of creamy horseradish sauce on it.  Her body was craving protein, and it really hit the spot.

Dar was drawing in a reasonable facsimile of Manhattan, with the Hudson and East rivers on either side of it.   Her hand made easy, sure motions and after a moment, she was finished. ÒWeÕre here.Ó She made a mark near the tip of the island.  ÒMark, hand me that subway map over there will ya?Ó

ÒSure.Ó Mark hopped off  the barstool heÕd perched on and brought the map over.  He handed it to Dar then stepped back out of the way.

ÒThanks.Ó Dar  opened the map and spread it on the bar, studying it for a moment. ÒOkay.Ó She turned to the whiteboard again.  ÒHereÕs where we were today.Ó She marked a spot on the map. ÒThatÕs Cortlandt Street. HereÕs the disaster site.Ó She marked a large square.  ÒHereÕs where the triple pop was, and VerizonÕs CO.Ó

Kerry watched in fascination, sipping her drink.  DarÕs sense of space had always intrigued her. SheÕd seen her partner draw underwater diagrams with a three dimensional precision that was amazing. Now, she laid out the diagram with absolute sureness.

ÒNow.Ó Dar moved on to the east side of the island. ÒHereÕs Roosevelt Island. The subway comes in here.. and then the line that goes through there comes back around this side down to here.Ó She tapped her marker on the map. ÒIf they bring it up Lexington Avenue, to Central Park, they can come down the tunnel here, and theyÕll end up not that far from our node.Ó

ÒThatÕs a hell of a long way.Ó Alastair protested. ÒNot that it looks that far on that board, but Dar, IÕve been on that side of the city. YouÕre not talking about a trivial effort here.Ó

ÒI know.Ó Dar juggled the marker in her hand, flipping it end from end. ÒYou didnÕt ask me if it was reasonable or likely. Just if it was possible.Ó

Kerry was about to voice her doubts about the possibility of it happening it all, when her mind flashed back to a rainy night in the Carolinas and she felt her jaws click shut instead.

It was possible.  Dar wouldnÕt have bothered discussing it if she thought it wasnÕt.  Whether or not those other guys could achieve it was another question, but it was a question Kerry wasnÕt sure she should be asking. 

It wasnÕt their problem, after all.

ÒThatÕs a crazy amount of work.Ó Mark spoke up. ÒIf those guys have the reels, then maybeÉ  but I donÕtÕ think they can get through all that red tape, Dar. I heard those guys from the phone company talking – theyÕre not into it at all.Ó

ÒWell.Ó Dar went to the bar and sat down on a stool. ÒGovernor or no governor, IÕm not going down there and do it for them.Ó She said, quietly.  ÒThis is their city. ItÕs their customers. IÕm not crawling around in a tube kicking rats out of the way on their behalf.Ó

Kerry nodded in relief.  ÒDar.Ó She said. ÒIÕll go wherever you go.  But I donÕt want to do that either. Being under there today freaked me out.Ó

ÒRight there with you.Ó Mark said.

Alastair sipped on his scotch.  ÒI can work with that.Ó He decided. ÒLet me get hold of Ham and weÕll go see that damn jackass again.Ó

ÒSomebody call me?Ó Hamilton Baird entered the back of the bus, wiping his hands off on his handkerchief. ÒWhy, hello there you all.  Gentlemen. Ladies.Ó  He glanced at Dar.  ÒMaestro.Ó

ÒJust talking about you Ham.Ó Alastair said. ÒDarÕs got a plan. WeÕve got to go sell it.Ó

ÒNow thatÕs different.Ó The corporate lawyer drawled.  ÒAh got to tell you, Dar, I heard from those people down at Crisis on the Bay, or whatever theyÕre calling that junk shop on the Hudson and they do think youÕre just the catÕs litter box.Ó

ÒThanks.Ó Dar said, in a dry tone.

ÒDid you really do something with a welder?Ó

ÒSoldering iron.Ó Kerry supplied. ÒIt really was pretty spectacular and brilliant, but thatÕs pretty typical of Dar.Ó

Dar looked at her, eyes widening a little. 

ÒDo tell?Ó Hamilton half turned towards her, a humorous tone in his voice.

 ÒWhen weÕre done with the chit chat, weÕve got a jackass to go see.Ó Alastair said, pointedly.

Hamilton paused at the sandwich tray. ÒDo I have a New York minute to swallow this like a civilized man or should I have this lovely young lady put it in a blender and make it a smoothie for me?

ÒEat.Ó Alastair waved a hand at him.

Hamilton picked up his sandwich and his drink and wandered back to the front of the bus, where a television was playing.  After a moment, Alastair got up and followed him.

Mark dusted his hands off. ÒIÕm gonna go see what routers IÕve got to mess with left back there.Ó He unlatched the back door and disappeared, leaving Dar and Kerry alone in the small seating section.

They were both quiet for a moment, just looking at each other. Then Kerry got up and moved over to DarÕs chair, taking a seat on the arm of it and leaning along the back.

ÒChildren?Ó Dar rested her head against KerryÕs shoulder.  ÒYou crack me up.Ó

ÒSorry.Ó Kerry ran the fingers of her free hand through DarÕs hair.  ÒMy brains running in circles.  Can they really do this, Dar?Ó

ÒProbably not.Ó Her partner conceded. ÒIt would be like us running a cable from the office in Miami to our house. Possible, but pretty damn unlikely.Ó

ÒCan they get it to our office at the Rock? We could take some of the traffic there, and not go all the way across to Roosevelt.Ó Kerry suggested.  ÒItÕs a little closer.Ó

Dar considered that. ÒWhich one of us is spectacular and brilliant?Ó She asked. ÒI forgot all about that. I have extra capacity at the office. We might able to take part of the traffic there.Ó  She closed her eyes. ÒBut I was serious, Ker. They have to step up, just like we had to step up yesterday and get the job done.Ó

Kerry kissed the top of her head. ÒI love you.Ó She replied, simply.

Dar smiled. 

ÒAnything we can do to help though?Ó

ÒI knew you were going to ask that.Ó  Dar remarked. ÒLetÕs get Scuzzy up here, and see if she knows someone we can talk to.  I met her on a subway. Maybe itÕs a sign.Ó  She reached over and put her hand on KerryÕs leg.  ÒWant to hear my ulterior motive?Ó

ÒThat if they run the cable up to our uplink, we can piggy back our customers down here on it?Ó  Kerry supplied promptly . ÒStarting with our tech office?Ó

Dar chuckled under her breath, a soft, light sound that echoed in the inside of the bus.  ÒBusted!Ó

Kerry started laughing too, her body finally giving up itÕs tension as her headache faded and her blood sugar stabilized.  The sense of horror from the disaster site moved to the back of her mind, and the optimism that was more natural for her returned.

Dar turned her head and brushed her lips with her own, ignoring the rest of the bus just within earshot.

Shocking. Kerry returned the kiss, caressing DarÕs face with gentle fingers.  But who cared?

The whole world was different now. 

**

Kerry rested her chin on her hand, as her other hand moved her mouse, clicking on another mail.  ÒGo ahead, Air Hub. I think it sounds like everyone has everything pretty much together. Ò

ÒRoger that, Miami exec.Ó The voice answered. ÒTrafficÕs not back to normal, but itÕs steady, and I think we can handle the additional service requests.Ó

ÒMiami exec, this is Herndon.Ó A female voice broke in.  ÒWeÕre getting calls from sites affected by the Pennsylvania outage. They want a status.Ó

Kerry tapped on the mouse. ÒDo you have someone on now?Ó

ÒYes, maÕam.Ó Herndon answered.  ÒDocson Pharmaceuticals.Ó

ÒPut them on.Ó

There was a momentÕs silence. ÒPut them on the bridge, maÕam???Ó

ÒYes.Ó Kerry said. ÒI only have two ears and one set of vocal cords.  Put em on.Ó

ÒUh.. yes maÕam. One second.Ó

Kerry released her mouse and picked up her cup of hot tea, taking a sip of the mint and raspberry flavored beverage as she waited for the customer to come on the line. 

She was in the last section in the bus, a small, discrete office barely the size of her bathroom in the condo, but appointed in solid teak, and with the most comfortable leather office chair sheÕd ever encountered.

Plush and expensive, it was designed to provide a marginal business purpose for the courtesy bus and in the case of strange and utter emergency, it allowed whoever was using the bus at the time, always senior officers of the company, to perform whatever office it was they held in dignified good taste.

She liked it. It was private – there was a smoked glass wall that separated it from the rest of the bus, and a door she currently had shut. The glass kept it from being too claustrophobic, but the shading kept it from being a fishbowl and it was soundproofed to a moderate degree.

ÒStandby.Ó Herndon warned her. ÒMr. Eccles? YouÕre on the line with Kerry Stuart, our VP of operations. Go ahead.Ó

The only thing it lacked was enough space for Dar to be in there with her.  ÒGo ahead, Mr. Eccles. What can I do for you?Ó Kerry spoke into the mic.

ÒAh, okay, yes. Ms.. ah, Stuart was it?Ó A male voice came from the speaker, along with faint static. 

ÒThatÕs right.Ó Kerry saw a popup start to flash, and she clicked on it. 

Hey Kerry – got a minute?

Kerry typed into the box. Go ahead Mari.

ÒWell, listen. I need to know whatÕs going on here. IÕve tried to get hold of my account rep, but heÕs not answering, and the support center said thereÕs no one available down there so..Ó

Kerry clicked on another box, a text message passed through their internal messaging system rather than to her phone.

Scuzzy knows a guy.   She smiled at the words. ÒWell, Mr. Eccles, IÕm very sorry but youÕll have to be a little more specific on the question.Ó She answered. ÒThereÕs an awful lot going on right now. I am sure you can appreciate that we have many issues weÕre working on, including yours.Ó

She waited for the answer while she typed a response.  ScuzzyÕs going to be worth a promotion by the time this is over

SheÕll end up a regional director. CanÕt wait for the conference calls with her on them.

Kerry stifled a laugh, appreciating DarÕs wry humor.  Then MariÕs box started flashing with a new incoming message, and she clicked over to it.

Kerry,  IÕve got a request here from the FBI to provide them with all our employment records.

KerryÕs head jerked up. ÒWhat?Ó

ÒWell, I É what?Ó Eccles answered. ÒWhat did you say?Ó

ÒSorry.Ó Kerry typed furiously into the machine. ÒGo ahead.  I just have quite a few things working here right now.Ó

ÒAs I was saying, our offices have been down since Tuesday.  IÕm the first one to understand that thereÕs been terrible things going on, and I assume your people are busy, but my business is at a standstill and I need to know whatÕs being done for us.Ó

What???  DarÕs response came back.

What should I tell them?  Mari asked.

ÒHang on a minute, Mr. Eccles. Let me call up the support system and see what I can find out for you.Ó Kerry said, as she typed  Mari, IÕm getting Dar on this.  SheÕs with Alastair, and I hope also with Hamilton. They really need to handle that request.  WhoÕs it coming from?

IÕm on the way there.  DarÕs message somehow sounded as indignant as Kerry knew her partner probably really was.

Bring Alastair and our lawyer.  Kerry advised her.  ÒOkay, Mr. Eccles, what I have here on your outage is that you have three circuits down..Ó

Her cell phone rang.  ÒHold on a second, maybe thatÕs news.Ó She put the mic on hold and opened her phone without looking at the caller ID. ÒKerry Stuart.Ó

Okay, gotcha. Mari typed back. I halfway understand the request, Kerry – itÕs become very obvious to a lot of people just how involved we are in the government, but IÕm concerned.

SheÕs concerned?   Kerry took her eyes from the screen briefly as he heard a slight buzz on the phone. ÒHello?Ó

ÒMs. Stuart? Hello? This is Danny down at the Pentagon.. IÕm trying to get ahold of Mark. Do you know where he is?Ó

The door opened, and Dar entered the small room, bringing her restless energy with her.  ÒWhoÕs asking?Ó

ÒDanny, last time I saw Mark he was inventorying the routers here. Can I get him to call you? IÕm on a few things right now.Ó Kerry blocked out the distraction of her partner with difficulty.

ÒOh, sure. Sorry about that.Ó Danny said. ÒTheyÕre just all of a sudden chewing me to move some of our rigs and I donÕt want to disconnect anything.Ó

ÒLet me see that..Ó Dar circled the desk and squeezed behind it with her, leaning over to peer at KerryÕs screen.  She clicked on MariÕs box and typed into it.

ÒOkay, yeah, IÕll have Mark call you. Ò Kerry promised. ÒBye.Ó She hung up the phone and picked up the mic. ÒIÕm on the bridge, hon.  DonÕt start yelling.Ó

ÒIdiots.Ó Dar growled, reading the screen.

ÒOkay, sorry about that.Ó Kerry keyed the mic.  ÒMr. Eccles, according to our system..ÕÓ She paused, as DarÕs typing removed the view from her screen.  ÒSorry, hold on one more minute.Ó She clicked the mic off. ÒSweetheart, I need to see my stuff. IÕm in the middle of something here.Ó

ÒI know.. I know.. just one second.Ó Dar muttered.  ÒFreaking idiotsÉ IÕm having her give them HamiltonÕs number. HeÕs earning his salary today, thatÕs for sure.Ó

Kerry took the opportunity to take a sip of tea.  Despite DarÕs interruption in her flurry of communication, she didnÕt mind having her partner hanging over her.  It gave her a chance to rearrange her thoughts, anyway and the warmth of DarÕs breasts pressing against the back of her head didnÕt hurt either.

ÒThere. Sorry. Want me to pass that message to Mark?Ó Dar kissed the top of her head. ÒSince I messed up your flow here?Ó

ÒThat would be awesome.Ó Kerry took possession of her laptop back.  ÒNow let me go and give some bs story to this guy about his circuits.  Do you think theyÕll look at the Philly ones any time soon?Ó

ÒAll the techs are here.Ó Dar said. ÒWant me to send him a sat truck? Is he big enough? Ò

Kerry called up the account and studied it. Then she sighed. ÒHonestly, no.Ó She said. ÒLet me see what I can do to placate him.Ó

ÒOkay.Ó Dar gave her shoulders a squeeze, then she edged out from behind the desk and got the door open. ÒLet me know if you need anything else, okay?Ó

ÒAbsolutely.Ó Kerry resisted the urge to come up with something else on the spot. ÒThanks babe.Ó She waited for Dar to close the door, then she went back to her mic. ÒOkay. Where the hell was I?Ó 

**

Dar shut the door to the bus behind her and emerged into the area defined by the bus, and the sat trucks and equipment vans that had accompanied it.  In the middle of the open space, theyÕd set up a rough wooden worktable, and on it was spread the underground map with a handful of techs and Scuzzy all looking at it.

She rejoined them, and the techs cleared a space for her.  She was about to delve back into the underground puzzle when her conscience poked her. ÒWhereÕs Mark?Ó

ÒHe was just here.Ó  Shaun said. ÒJust a second ago.Ó

ÒMark!Ó DarÕs voice lifted, ringing against the solid square of metal car bodies.

ÒWhoa whoa.. right here, Big D.Ó Mark appeared from around the back of the bus.  ÒI got that stuff you wanted me to look for.. whatÕs up?Ó

ÒPentagon was calling for you. Something about moving a rig.Ó Dar replied briefly. ÒCall them. Tell them not to bug Kerry if they want you. SheÕs not your sitter.Ó

ÒOkay boss, you got it.Ó Mark reversed course and headed for the bus.  ÒMy cellÕs gone wonky.  It keeps losing sig. IÕll tell them to text me on the PDA.Ó

Dar returned her attention to the map, satisfied sheÕd taken one annoyance off her partnerÕs plate.  ÒOkay.Ó She pulled out another schematic, one of the office building their office was housed in. ÒLetÕs say, by some miracle of political voodoo they do manage to get a wire in this direction.Ó

ÒYÕknow, they could.Ó Scuzzy said. She leaned on the table with both hands, appearing pleased to be involved.  ÒThose union guys, they ainÕt that bad, you know?  They just want their stuff the way they want their stuff, if you know what I mean.Ó

Dar nodded. ÒMatter of fact, I do know what you mean.Ó She said. ÒBut I donÕt lay bets on people I donÕt  know. So all we can do is have a few plans in our back pocket.Ó   She tapped the blueprint. ÒAs I was saying, if they do manage to get up here, then what? How do we get the signal upstairs? Riser?Ó

Shaun hunkered down over the plan, leaning on his elbows.  ÒHereÕs something labeled electrical room.Ó  He said. ÒI think.Ó 

ÒBut are there any openings between the room and the lower basement?Ó  Kannan added, folding his long, slim arms over his chest. ÒI am thinking that will be the largest of the problems.  I do not think they will let us put a hole through the wall.Ó

Dar drummed her pencil against the plans. ÒI think we should relocate back to the office.Ó She said. ÒAt least half of us anyway.  We can start figuring out what to do about the connection, while some people stay here and work on this end of it.Ó

ÒYou really think these guys are going to do this?Ó Shaun asked, in a quizzical tone.  ÒI was talking to one of those Verizon techs.  He didnÕt sound too enthusiastic.Ó

ÒI donÕt know.Ó Dar answered honestly.  ÒBut I do know if they do decide to come through, and weÕre not ready for it, weÕll look like a bunch of jackasses. ThatÕs not on my agenda for today.Ó

ÒAh. Yeah.Ó Shaun blushed a little.  ÒSorry.Ó

ÒLo there Dardar.Ó  Andrew had slipped between the bus and the sat truck and came up next to her. ÒWhatÕs the problem with them fellers?  All these people round here looking to help, and all theyÕre doing is push back.Ó

He stuck his hands in his pockets, and cocked his head.  ÒDonÕt make no sense.Ó

ÒIt doesnÕt really.Ó Kannan agreed. ÒI donÕ t understand it myself.Ó 

ÒYou guys donÕt understand, yeah, thatÕs right.Ó Scuzzy spoke up. ÒThese guys, like the tunnels, and the buildings and everything, theyÕve been these guys like, home plate, you know?Ó  She said.  ÒLike, my cousin, heÕs a guy who works in the tunnels. His pop, he was a sandhog. You know what that was?Ó

ÒFellers work underground.Ó Andrew supplied.

ÒYeah, but here, thatÕs like, something special.Ó Scuzzy told them.  ÒThis whole place, this whole city?  ItÕs built on whatÕs underground. So they take it real personal about all them spaces. Ò

Dar now folded her arms. ÒYou know something?Ó She said, after the small space of silence that followed ScuzzyÕs speech.   ÒI get it.Ó

ÒYeah?Ó

ÒYeah.Ó The ILS CIO said. ÒI get it, because our entire company is built on a foundation I laid.  I take that really personally also.Ó She said. ÒBut right now, they need to either get their heads out of their asses and be part of the solution, or be the ones who are going to answer to the damn politicians when their banks wontÕ open on Monday.  IÕm not covering for them.Ó

Scuzzy nodded. ÒThatÕs pretty much what I told my cousin to tell those guys.Ó She said. ÒCause you know what? They ainÕt into seeing their pictures in the Times, you know?Ó

ÒLetÕs hope so.Ó  Dar pulled a pad over and started to scribble on it. ÒSo. LetÕs see.Ó

ÒMs. Roberts?Ó A strange voice broke in. 

Dar looked up, to find Charles somewhat timidly sticking his head around the corner of the bus. ÒYes?Ó

He took that as permission to approach. ÒListen, weÕre having a meeting with the city and union folks.. would you mind stepping in and giving your view on the situation?Ó He asked. ÒThereÕs some skepticism as to what our goals are.Ó

DarÕs brows lifted slightly.

ÒOkay, they all think weÕre nuts.Ó Charles amended hastily, after a lengthening silence.  ÒIÕm not having much luck convincing them otherwise. I thought maybe youÕd have a better chance at it.Ó He looked hopefully at Dar.  ÒPlease?Ó

Dar let him wait for minute, then she shrugged and dropped her pencil. ÒHave it your way.Ó She said. ÒThe rest of you folks – letÕs get packed up to move back uptown.  I donÕt care which lot of you stay here to work on the Exchange, sort it out among yourselves and be ready to head out when I get back.Ó

ÒYes, maÕam.Ó Shaun said. ÒWill do.Ó

ÒLetÕs go.Ó Dar gestured for Charles to precede her.  ÒI donÕt know if I can talk any sense into them but I guarantee they wonÕt have any question about what our goals are when IÕm done.Ó She glanced behind her as she felt a presence, not really surprised to find her father strolling along at her heels.

ÒWell, weÕre sure not getting any help from the politicians on this one.Ó Charles shook his head as he walked quickly ahead of her.  ÒThey want us to fix the problem, but they donÕt want to help us do it.Ó

ÒNow.Ó Andrew mused. ÒWhy is that, ah do wonder?Ó

ÒMaybe we can ask them that when IÕm done with the rest of those guys.Ó Dar said.  ÒShould be an interesting answer.Ó

ÒShould be.Ó

**

Kerry washed down a handful of Advil with a swig of her water, then she set the bottle down and shaded her eyes, listening to the chatter on the bridge without looking at her screen.   Her cramps had returned with a  vengeance and she was glad all she  had to do was keep her ear glued to the activity and not do something more strenuous like move equipment around at the moment.

She knew there was a lot of activity going on around the bus. She could hear thumps and bangs, and voices through the thin aluminum walls, there was a flurry of coming and going through the busÕs three doors, and the rumble of the truck engines of their little caravan was rattling the window near her shoulder.

ÒMiami exec, this is Vancouver hub.Ó

ÒGo on.Ó Kerry kept her eyes closed.

ÒOkay, weÕre finally back to normal traffic patterns.  We released the last bandwidth advance for the airport.Ó The Canadian hub reported. ÒEveryoneÕs rather chilling out we think.Ó

ÒGood to hear.Ó Kerry murmured.

ÒMiami, this is Houston ops.Ó

ÒGo ahead.Ó

ÒMiami, weÕre running into some pretty big issues with new contracts that were due to start this week and early next.Ó A male voice answered. ÒWeÕve been told pretty much not to expect any circuit acceptance or demarc changes I the foreseeable future.Ó

ÒIn Houston?Ó KerryÕs brows knit.

ÒAnywhere.Ó The man answered.  ÒWe were told all the line techs, for telco and power too, are being sent to New York to help out there, and anyway, some are going regardless because of all the work available.Ó

ÒWe had the same issue in Washington believe it or not.Ó Kerry replied. ÒWhat is up with that? How many techs do they think theyÕre going ot need here? Its not that big an island. I realize there was a lot of damage done but there are only so many guys that can fit in a manhole.Ó

There was a bit of silence when she finished.

ÒWell, okay, but what are we supposed to tell all these clients?Ó The voice from Houston asked finally. ÒIÕm running out of excuses.Ó

Kerry drummed the fingers of her free hand on the table.  ÒYeah.Ó She said. ÒThatÕs a good question.  Rather than answer every one of our hundreds of thousands of customers, I think we should probably put out a note to everyone.Ó

ÒMiami exec, are they really serious, that no one is going to get connected until whenever?Ó Another voice asked. 

ÒAnother good question. We have some of the head guys of the different companies around here, let me go round them up and see if I can find out.  It could be that a lot of the local companies are just putting everything on hold because theyÕre not sure whatÕs going to happen.Ó

ÒThat would be great, Miami exec. Ò Houston said.  ÒWe sure could use the help, or at least, something we can tell all these people. We were supposed to bring thirty two branch offices of the local credit union here online, and the guy in charge thereÕs my wifeÕs brother in law.  HeÕs calling me every five minutes.Ó

ÒGotcha.Ó Kerry reluctantly got to her feet.  ÒOkay, folks, IÕm going offline for a few. IÕll try to get us some answers.Ó

ÒHey Kerry?Ó Mariana broke in.  ÒWhere are you guys?Ó

Kerry paused. ÒBattery Park.Ó She answered, finally.

ÔHow is it down there?Ó Mari asked. ÒI know we saw on the television, butÉÓ

How was it. Kerry let the silence lengthen, as she tried to come up with an answer.  ÒIts like a nightmare.Ó She said.  ÒThe wreckage up close.. itÕs overwhelming.  The dust, is overwhelming. The smell is horrific. Ò

ÒWow.Ó  The man from Houston murmured.

ÒWe went underground, to see if we could see any of the cables and I could swear I heard all those souls screaming.Ó 

Now there was dead silence on the bridge.  Kerry took the moment to breathe, swallowing the lump that had come up in her throat.   ÒSo anyway.Ó She continued, after the tightness relaxed. ÒLet me go see what I can find out from those telco guys. IÕll be back in shortly.Ó

She disconnected the mic and let it drop on her laptop, taking a moment to lock the screen before she eased wearily out from behind the desk and went to the panel door.  She opened it and went through, glad the interior of the bus was now quiet.

The floor of the bus shifted slightly, and she paused, then continued on towards the outer door hoping the motion was just some last loading and unloading  and not anything more ominous.   She cycled the door and went down the steps.

The haze in the air seemed to have gotten thicker.  Kerry wondered if it had, or if it was just her impression. Most of the sun was blocked out, and as she watched a layer of dust was settling on the table Dar had set up in the center of their technical encampment.

She felt the breeze blow into her face, and realized the wind had changed, and that accounted for the thicker air, and heavier dust.  ÒCrap.Ó She turned and went back into the bus, picking up the mask sheÕd left near the bar and adjusting it over her head.

It felt gritty, and uncomfortable. However, she tightened the straps and returned to the outdoors, turning her head to look around for the others she expected to find somewhere outside.

It was too quiet, though.  Kerry walked around the bus, then around the satellite trucks sitting silently aligned with it.  She opened the back door to trailer Mark had hauled, but it, too, was empty.  ÒWhere in the hell is everyone?Ó

Past the truck she could see clusters of workers seated in the park,  their backs to the wind as they huddled over paper wrapped sandwiches.   Nearby, on a table she spotted three of the company coolers, and cups that were clutched in many hands, and then at last she could see one of the bus attendants heading back towards her. ÒHey, Sharon!Ó

The attendant skewed her route and ended up next to Kerry. ÒOh, hi, maÕam.  Did you need something? I was just giving those guys some of our sandwiches.  They really donÕt have a lot of supplies down here yet.Ó

ÒDo you know where everyone else is?Ó Kerry asked. ÒAnd absolutely, give those guys whatever weÕve got. They look exhausted.Ó

ÒWell, you know I was just wondering that myself.Ó  Sharon said. ÒI was inside cleaning up and then I came out here, and everyone was gone. Maybe they went back to the site?Ó She glanced over her shoulder, then sneezed.

ÒYou should have a mask on.Ó Kerry told her. ÒThis airÕs thick with who knows what.Ó

ÒI know.Ó Sharon said. ÒIÕm going inside to get one now.  It just started to get bad again.  I got sidetracked listening to those men talk about that place. My God, Ms. Stuart.  They were here when it happened. One of those firemen said bodies were dropping out of the sky all over the place.Ó

Kerry grimaced. ÒYeah.Ó She pulled out her PDA and opened it. ÒWell, let me find out where the gang is.  I thought we were trying to get out of here.Ó  She typed a quick message to Dar and sent it.  ÒAh, here are some of the guys now.Ó

Shaun and Kannan were headed towards her, masks firmly settled on their heads and collars turned up on their jumpsuits. Kerry waited for them to come over, then she motioned them over to the bus and pointed on the other side of it. ÒLetÕs get out of the wind.Ó

ÒGreat idea.Ó Shaun said.

They followed her to the far side of the vehicle and pulled their masks off. ÒMs. Stuart,  I am very apprehensive here.Ó Kannan said. ÒMy brother has just called me, and has said there are many instances of people from my country being hurt here.Ó

ÒHere?Ó Kerry looked around. ÒWhatÕs going on?Ó

ÒEverywhere.Ó Shaun said. ÒJerks in pickups with guns shooting out convenience stores and some guy got gunned down on the street because he had a turban on. I heard it on the news.Ó

ÒWhat?Ó

ÒItÕs true.Ó Kannan said.  ÒMy family is very upset. They do not wish me to stay here.Ó

Kerry nodded. ÒAbsolutely.Ó She said. ÒWhere is your family? WeÕll get you there.Ó  She felt her PDA buzz, and she opened it.  ÒHang on.Ó

Hey Ker.

IÕm in a meeting with the telecom people. Wasting my time mostly. WhatÕs up?

DD

ÒWell, isnÕt that handy.Ó Kerry muttered. ÒHold on a second  guys, I need to ask Dar something.Ó

ÒNo problem, Ms. Stuart.Ó Kannan said. ÒI am just glad to be back here, with our vehicles. I am going to go inside our camper there, and perhaps do some wiring while we wait.Ó He headed off towards the camper Mark had brought, not without glancing around carefully before he crossed between the bus and it.

ÒThat totally sucks.Ó Shaun said.

ÒIt does.Ó Kerry agreed. ÒWhereÕs his family? In Virginia?Ó

ÒArizona, I think. ThatÕs why theyÕre so freaked. One of the killings happened there.Ó Shaun informed her.  ÒSo maybe his family should take off and go somewhere else, huh?Ó

ÒCould be.Ó  Kerry tapped into the PDA.  Good timing.  I was just on the wire with Houston, and weÕre getting complaints from all around that we canÕt get circuits completed. Can you find out if thatÕs a kneejerk one day thing, or if weÕre in real trouble? Where are you? ItÕs getting creepy here. We should get out of this damn dust cloud.Ó

She hit enter.   ÒWhere were you guys, with Dar?Ó

ÒNo.Ó Shaun shook his head. ÒWe were with some of the Verizon guys, trying to make friends with them. We were in one of the manholes a little bit away from here, just helping them out and stuff.Ó

ÒDid they say anything?Ó

Shaun shrugged. ÒTheyÕre just linemen.Ó He said. ÒTheyÕre.. I donÕt know, itÕs hard to figure them out. I think theyÕre pissed because of all the destruction, and all that, but they also were almost sort of jazzed because of all the OT theyÕd be making.Ó

ÒWelcome to humanity.Ó Kerry remarked dryly. ÒThe one truly consistent trait of the species is self interest.  But if thatÕs the case, why are they pushing back so hard in helping us?  If they want OT, weÕre sure offering a lot of it.Ó

ÒThey arenÕt.Ó Shaun shook his head. ÒThey donÕtÕ give a squat about it, in fact, they thought the idea was sort of slick, to run a cable up the subway.   ItÕs their bosses who are being such a a PITA.Ó

ÒUh huh.Ó Kerry mused. ÒI wonder why.Ó

ÒMaybe they want a payoff.Ó Shaun suggested. ÒI heard it was like that here.Ó

KerryÕs PDA buzzed. ÒHang on.Ó She tapped the new message.

Charles is calling his head office.  HeÕll  let me know.  These Verizon bastards wonÕt budge.

Kerry tapped her stylus on the edge of the PDA, then tapped a response.  Offer them a payoff. I was just talking to Shaun, and he said he talked to the linemen. TheyÕre fine with running the cable.

The message came right back. YouÕre kidding me right?

No.  Kerry typed back.  ItÕs New York, Dar.

WeÕre a public company and IÕm an officer of it, Ker.  Dar responded. I could get thrown in jail for that.

Kerry somehow doubted it. Then tell Alastair to do it. HeÕs there, right?  Dar, I love you but please donÕt tell me ILS has never paid a bribe to get something pushed through.

ILS has. I havenÕt.

Despite it all, it made Kerry smile.  Ruthless, smart, quick thinking, driven.. and yet, there was a line that Dar just wouldnÕt cross.   It was a beautiful thing, really.  Okay. Just a thought.  I canÕt really think of what else is holding their management layer back, if the line boys donÕt care.  I thought it would be them, the union guys who would be balking.

Good point.  Dar responded.

ÒHey, guys?Ó Kannan came running back out. ÒDid we fix it? Did Ms. Roberts do this already? I am amazed!Ó

ÒHuh?Ó KerryÕs head jerked up. ÒWe havenÕt done anything. Why?Ó

Kannan skidded to a halt, his thin face crumpling in confusion. ÒI have just heard, on CNN, that they have tested the systems successfully, for this Exchange?  Is that not what we were supposed to be helping  with?Ó

Kerry and Shaun exchanged deeply puzzled looks.  

Kerry opened her cell phone and dialed it.  ÒAre you sure?Ó

Kannan spread his arms out and lifted his hands slightly. ÒThat is what the new said.  I am sure of that.Ó

The phone crackled, ringing once and then crackling again as it was answered. ÒDar?Ó

ÒYeah.Ó DarÕs voice sounded slightly muffled. ÒHang on, IÕm going outside.Ó She paused a moment. ÒGo ahead. WhatÕs up?Ó

ÒKannan just heard on CNN that they successfully tested the Exchange computers to work on Monday.  Are we doing this for nothing?Ó Kerry asked.

ÒHuh?Ó Dar said. ÒKer, IÕm in the Exchange. WeÕre in the technical center.  Trust me. NothingÕs being tested here.  They just lost power to the data center and thereÕs no AC. NothingÕs even turned on.Ó She said. ÒAnd listen, I do appreciate the suggestion before,  itÕs just not my style.Ó

ÒI know hon.Ó Kerry said. ÒSo if nothingÕs working, what did they test?Ó

ÒThe public trust?Ó  Dar asked. ÒI havenÕt a clue.  Hang on, Alastair?  Kerry just said they announced on the news that they tested the Exchange systems and they were all good to go for Monday. You know whatÕs up? What? No? Okay.Ó Her voice got louder. ÒKer, we donÕtÕ know squat here. IÕll try to find out.Ó

ÒOkay sweetie.Ó Kerry sighed. ÒIÕll do the same. Maybe IÕll call my mother.  Maybe she knows something.Ó She said. ÒItÕs getting really cruddy here.  We moving out anytime soon?Ó

ÒSoon as I get back there.Ó Dar promised. ÒHang in there, love.Ó

Kerry exhaled. ÒIÕll do my best.Ó She said.  ÒBut do me a favor huh? Kick their asses and donÕt hang around to take names.  We should get out of here. Ò

ÒWill do.Ó Dar said. ÒTalk to you shortly.Ó

She hung up the phone. ÒDar says theyÕre not testing anything.Ó She told the techs. 

ÒSoÉ the news was a lie?Ó Kannan asked.

Kerry shrugged a little.  ÒI donÕt know.Ó She said. ÒI donÕt really know what thatÕs all about.Ó  She indicated the trailor. ÒLetÕs go see what else they say about it.Ó

ÒWeird.Ó Shaun said. ÒBut hey, weÕve got oreos and milk in there.Ó  He said. ÒIf you donÕtÕ mind paper cups.Ó

ÒLead on.Ó Kerry found the thought of the familiarity of Oreos appealing.   ÒLetÕs see what else theyÕre putting out on the news. Maybe aliens have landed. Who knows?Ó

**

ÒLook, what youÕre asking is nuts.Ó The stocky man threw his hands up and let them drop.  ÒLady, even you know itÕs nuts.  Run a cable up to midtown? In the subway?  Where the hell you think weÕre going to get the cable? MacyÕs?Ó

Dar stared him down. ÒYouÕre a phone company. You donÕt have cable? What the hell do you use then, tin cans and strings?Ó

ÒNot that much cable!Ó The man protested. ÒYou know how much that stuff costs?Ó

ÔWell, sir..Ó One of the other Verizon reps cleared his throat. ÒWe got that cable.  In Jersey.Ó

The man whirled. ÒShut the fuck up. Who asked you?Ó

ÒIf you have the cable, why shut him up?Ó A tall man in a rumpled tie and suit spoke up from the back. ÒWhy the stall?Ó He asked. ÒThis isnÕt some fucking game, buddy. Ò

The man from Verizon turned back to him. ÒWho the fuck are you?Ó

ÒAide to the governor.Ó The man said. ÒWho maybe wants to know why someoneÕs holding up a critical promise of his.Ó

The man didnÕt seem fazed. ÒYeah? He can kiss my ass.  Him and his letÕs squeeze the union bullshit.Ó He said. ÒIÕm not putting my guys down those holes for you. I donÕt give crap what you promised.Ó

Ah. Dar revised her opinion for the third time in less than five minutes.  At first sheÕd suspected Kerry was right, and the man was looking for a payoff. Then sheÕd decided he was probably really looking for an excuse not to have to bust his ass.

Now she figured he might just be an asshole with a grudge.   ÒListen.Ó She brought the roomÕs attention back to herself by standing up.  ÒLetÕs can the bullshit.  WhatÕs at stake here is a lot bigger than any of us.  No one wants to be on CNN explaining why they deliberately harmed the nation.Ó

ÒAw, cÕmon with the crap already.Ó The Verizon man rolled his eyes.

ÒSheÕs right.Ó The governorÕs aide said. ÒMatter of fact, IÕm going to call the cops in and have your ass arrested. Maybe youÕre in it with the terrorists. Sure sounds like it to me.Ó

ÒWould you shut up?Ó The man said. ÒYou ainÕt calling no one.   And you lady, even if we did have that stuff thereÕs no way we could lay it out in time.  It aintÕ possible.Ó

The governorÕs aide opened his phone and dialed.  ÒHello?  Yes. Is this Agent Jackson? Yes, this is Michael Corish from the governorÕs office.  Yes, thanks, I am. Listen, itÕs come to my attention we could have someone here who might be of interest to you. Can you send a few boys over to the Exchange?Ó

Everyone looked at each other, then back at the aide.

ÒYou will? Great. IÕll wait here for them. Thanks.Ó He closed the phone and regarded the man from Verizon. ÒHope you like body cavity searches.Ó

The manÕs jaw dropped a little. ÒWhat are you crazy? IÕm not a terrorist!Ó

ÒDoesnÕt matter.Ó The man said.  ÒYouÕre in the way, and IÕm going to remove you.Ó He turned to the man whoÕd spilled the beans about the cable. ÒNow. You want to help us out here, or go with your friend?Ó

The man swallowed.

ÒYouÕre bluffing!Ó The other man said. 

ÒNo.Ó The aide replied. ÒI just called yours.  Here we have a room full of people who all have one goal, which, is what our government wants. Ò He gestured, taking in the other telco men, and Dar and her group. ÒTheyÕre working hard to do what we need, and your stupid pigheadedness is blocking that.  YouÕre worthless.  We donÕt need you.Ó

ÒListen! Who do you think ya are, anyway?  My uncleÉÓ

The door opened, and a man in dark, paramilitary looking clothing entered. ÒMr. Corish?Ó

ÒHere.Ó The aide said. ÒItÕs that fellow over there.  You might want to question him on his background.Ò

The agent nodded, and unclipped the strap on his sidearm. ÒLetÕs go buddy. DonÕt make any trouble for me.Ó  He advanced around the table, the rest of the crowd parting before him as the man from Verizon backed up against the wall.

ÒHey!Ó The man said. ÒWait.. I ddinÕt do nothing!Ó

The agent grabbed his arm and swung him around, slamming him against the wall as he pulled a set of handcuffs from a case in the small of his back.  ÒThen youÕve got nothing to worry about, right?Ó He snapped the cuffs on and got him in a solid grip around one bicep.  ÒThanks, sir. WeÕll take it from here.Ó

ÒThanks for coming so soon, officer. I, and of course the governor, really appreciate it.Ó Corish said. ÒLet me get the door for you.Ó   He smiled as the man was dragged out., then he slammed the door and looked around at the room.  ÒWhere were we?Ó

ÒIÕll help.Ó The other Verizon man said quickly. ÒI know where weÕve got that cable.  But IÕll need someone to pull some strings for us to get it on a barge over here.Ó

ÒI think I can help you with that.Ó Corish said. ÒLetÕs go outside and make a few calls.Ó He glanced around. ÒThe rest of you better be ready to move once we get this accomplished. I donÕt want any more excuses.Ó

He left, taking the chastened Verizon man with him, closing the door behind them both.

ÒHoly shit.Ó Scuzzy whispered.

Hamilton crossed his arms, looking as nonplussed as Dar had ever seen him.  He turned and looked at her and they both simultaneously shook their heads. ÒWell.Ó The lawyer said. ÒNot to put too fine a point on it, but now ah do understand in full that old Southern saying that goes something like.. ah do declare!Ó

Andrew had been sitting quietly in the corner, and now he snorted audibly.  ÒMah neck of them Southern woods they said  ÒSomebitch!Ó

ÒI canÕt believe that just happened.Ó Charles pushed back his chair from the table. 

Dar stood up. ÒWell, it did.Ó She veered towards the practical. ÒSo that means you all need to get your line folks in here and get ready to hook up to one end of that damn cable.  WeÕll go prepare the other end. Ò

Charles nodded slowly. ÒIÕll get my guys in here.  Roger, do you have a big router we can all use?  I donÕt see much point in running separate links on this end if DarÕs just going to combine them on hers.Ó

The MCI rep opened his cell phone. ÒLet me see what they got on the truck. I think we do.Ó He said. ÒSam, IÕve got  a service trunk going up to the roof, you want to tie your cell temps in there?Ó

The Sprint rep nodded. ÒWe can do that. Yeah.Ó He said. ÒTell you the truth, folks, I donÕt much know whatÕs going on with the FBI and all that, but IÕm glad weÕre moving forward with this.  Sitting still and listening to people pissing on each otherÕs not my idea of a good time.Ó

ÒMine either.Ó Dar agreed.  ÒLet me go pack up my crowd and get back up to midtown.  IÕve got three sat trucks, anyone need them? IÕm reserving one for our technical office. I need to get them online for some critical backhaul.Ó

ÒIÕll take one.Ó Sam said. ÒI can use the back channel for the cell sites. I hear theyrÕe going to start letting people back down here, at least on the east side, tomorrow or maybe Monday.Ó

ÒIÕll grab one for our business office.Ó  Roger said. ÒThanks Dar. Any little bit helps.Ó

ÒThen weÕll take the third one off your hands. Ò Charlie said.  ÒEven though weÕve got our tie lines up thanks to your generosity, weÕd like to bring up a communications center we can work out of down here.Ó

ÒGreat.Ó Dar said. ÒNow you can all do me a favor and get your operations groups to take the lid off completing new orders in the rest of the damn country.  YouÕre not going to need all those techs here.Ó

ÒWe can.Ó Charles said. ÒBut itÕs not so much us, Dar. I talked to my ops VP before when you asked, and itÕs the local LECS.  They wonÕt drop the last mile.  IÕve got a call into my counterpart at Qwest and Bellsouth, trying to see whatÕs going on. Ò

ÒI heard theyÕll start releasing that on Monday.Ó  Roger spoke up.  ÒEveryone outside the Verizon area, anyway. Ò He added. ÒSo at least thatÕs probably good news.Ó

ÒIf itÕs true.Ó Charles said.

ÒCome on then.Ó Dar gestured to the door.  ÒBring whoever you need to take them over.  IÕd rather get moving before they come with some other request we have to find a way to support.Ó She waited for the men to walk ahead, then joined Alastair and her father as they followed behind. 

ÒGlad weÕre going to end up getting somewhere from this.Ó Alastair said. ÒBut I canÕt say IÕm enjoying the ride.Ó

ÒThat was pretty scary.Ó Dar admitted. ÒIÕm not sure what the rules are anymore.Ó

ÒI ainÕt sure there are any.Ó Hamilton said. ÒListen, Maestro, no one loves your ass kicking attitude any more than little old me, but IÕm not sure even this Louisiana lawyer could dig  you out of the spookÕs palace so do me a little old favor and keep a sock in it,  will ya please?Ó

Dar was silent for a moment, then she shook her head. ÒIÕll do my best.Ó She finally muttered.  ÒBut this is getting down a dark road IÕm not sure we want to be on.Ó

They emerged into the dust filled, overcast street, and pulled their masks on.  ÒIÕm not sure weÕve got any choice left.Ó Alastair said.  ÒI thought we might get some good press out of it, but after what you told me about them giving that story about the systems being fine,  IÕm not so sure.Ó

They walked down the street, passing firemen and other search workers trudging back in the opposite direction.  They got only cursory glances, as the exhausted men went back towards the disaster site, some holding small brown bags in their hands.

One looked up at Dar as he went past, his eyes briefly focusing on the logo patch on her jumpsuit.  He lifted the small bag and nodded at her. ÒThanks.Ó

Dar had no idea what he was talking about. She lifted a hand and gave him a wave. ÒAnytime.Ó 

They moved on. ÒAlastair,  IÕd be happy if we just get out of this here thing with our skins intact at this point.Ó Hamilton remarked, in a serious tone.  ÒWe can write it all off as service rendered. The press may not know what we did, but theyÕre going to have to write one mean non disclosure if itÕs going to keep us from telling the stockholders.Ó

ÒWell, thatÕs true. We do have to book the expense.Ó  Alastair said. ÒAnyway, IÕm glad weÕre moving back up to the office.  We can start a triage center for our accounts there. See what we can do for them while your team is getting the rest of this ready, Dar.Ó

Dar was merely looking forward to a shower and a cold drink, at this point.  ÒSure.Ó She walked on, clearing her throat a little.   

The streets around them were covered in dust, as were the buildings, and the cars alongside either curb. But there were a few now that werenÕt so covered,  and in two places it looked like emergency service organizations were setting up shop.

The strangeness was wearing off, she realized.  She was getting used to seeing this destruction, just like she was almost used to the rough cotton constriction of her jumpsuit, and the claustrophobic enclosure of the mask she was wearing.

The late afternoon sun could barely penetrate the cloud of smoke and dust, and as she walked, she had a sense they were moving through some strange otherworldly dreamscape, kicking up puffs of dust as they went along in quiet procession.

They had won the day. They were getting what they wanted.  Despite all that, Dar felt a sense of unease at how the achievement had been made.  Was the Verizon crew leader really in trouble? Or would the city just keep him out of the way long enough for them to get what they wanted?

HeÕd been removed so easily.   Dar exhaled, acknowledging that HamiltonÕs advice had probably been very sound.  She had no desire to be in that guyÕs shoes, despite the fact she felt he was just speaking his mind and heart regardless of what his real motives were.

What did that say about the situation?

ÒAh. I think someoneÕs looking for you, Dar.Ó Alastair poked her.

Dar started out of her inner musings and looked up, to find a somewhat short, jumpsuited figure moving towards them out of the gloom.   Even in the coverall and mask, Kerry was immediately recognizable.  ÒI think youÕre right.Ó 

Dar sped up her steps and eased between the others, watching KerryÕs path alter as she was, in turn, spotted.   She wondered if her partner had some new problem or whether she just..

Dar was betting on the just.  ÒHey.Ó She greeted her as they neared.   She could see the pale green eyes watching her through the mask, and even through the two layers of plastic, she could also see the smile in them.

ÒHey.Ó Kerry responded.  ÒThere you are.Ó

ÒLooking for something?Ó  DarÕs brows lifted.

ÒYou.Ó

ÒAh.Ó Dar smiled and gave her a quick hug. ÒCÕmon. WeÕre heading back to the bus.Ó  She indicated the crowd around them.  ÒWeÕre leaving the sat rigs.  WeÕre going to park one near our tech office, and give one to each of our friends here.  Then the bus, and us, are heading back to the office.Ó

ÒDid we make any progress?Ó Kerry willingly turned and kept up with her.

ÒYes. But not the way IÕd like to have.Ó Dar admitted.  ÒI  almost wish IÕd taken your advice and got out the checkbook.Ó

ÒReally?Ó Kerry frowned.

ÒReally.  LetÕs get to the bus, and IÕll tell you all about it.Ó  Dar glanced casually around. ÒI think it threw all of us for a loop.Ó

ÒThat doesnÕt sound good.Ó

ÒIÕm not sure it is.Ó Dar put her arm around KerrÕs shoulders. ÒIn fact, IÕm pretty sure it isnÕt. ThereÕs a lot more going on under the hood here than we know.Ó

ÒUgh.Ó Kerry grunted. ÒRight now all I want under my hood is a cold beer and a shower.Ó

ÒI can make that happen.Ó Dar assured her.

ÒI bet you can.Ó

**

Continued in Part 19