Storm
Surge
Part 19
Kerry
leaned both hands against the tile wall and let the shower beat down over her
shoulders. The water felt so
wonderful, she was contemplating just falling asleep where she was, but after a
minute, she straightened up and reached for the scrubbie sitting in the
stainless steel basket.
She
squeezed a blob of apricot scrub on it, and started soaping herself. It felt good to feel the clean tingle,
though sheÕd worn her jumpsuit sheÕd felt like the dust had formed a film on
her skin and she was literally itching to get it off.
It
was good to be back by the office, away from all the destruction. Kerry rinsed
herself off, then applied a good handful of shampoo to her hair and scrubbed
her scalp. Up by the hotel, there
were people and cars, and a lot of activity, a far cry from the ghostly
wasteland theyÕd so recently left.
With
the last of the soap circling down the drain, she shut the shower off and
stepped out, wrapping herself in the thick towel that was hanging nearby. Even that felt good and she dried
herself off, glancing briefly in the half fogged mirror at her reflection.
Grim.
She stuck her tongue out at the disheveled image. Then she got her underwear on and ran a brush through her hair,
before she wrapped the towel around her neck and emerged from the bathroom.
It
was quiet. The windows were surprisingly sound proofed, and the room itself had
a thick carpet, and a comfortable king size bed – not a specially grand
space, but right now it seemed like heaven to KerryÕs tired eyes.
She
pulled on a pair of carpenter pants and a polo, but left her feet bare as she
went over to the desk and sat down next to it, picking up her water bottle and
taking a swig.
Laying
down was an option, but she knew if she did, sheÕd fall asleep and she wasnÕt
sure she wanted to do that. Dar
was down in the basement of their office looking for pipes, and she wanted to
wait for her to come back up to the room to see what sheÕd found down there.
The
team – sheÕd started to think of all of them as just one big team –
would probably want to gather for dinner.
SheÕd heard them talking on the ride back up from Battery Park, and
there was something of a group mind going on she could appreciate in the situation.
She
did appreciate it. However, on a
personal level, she would have rather spent the time alone with Dar simply
decompressing. Her body
wasnÕt that tired, but her mind was, having spent hours and hours chasing
problems around in circles.
ÒI
donÕt think IÕm up to a communicative evening.Ó Kerry remarked to the empty
room. ÒBut letÕs see what happens.Ó
She glanced at her laptop, then she extended her legs and crossed them
at the ankles, leaving the machine sitting closed on the desktop.
Her
cell phone and PDA rested next to it, both blessedly quiet for the moment.
That
was good. She was tired of telling people what to do, and getting mostly bad
news from all quarters. She wanted to be able to just chill
out, and not feel guilty that she was letting issues lie without her attention.
There
was a point, she had discovered, when you just lost the ability to quantify
everything you had to do when there was just too much of it. It was like trying to dig a hole in the
sand by the ocean – fast as you kept digging, it kept filling.
SheÕd
found that point today, just before sheÕd shut her laptop and turned off her
mic. No matter how many customers
sheÕd talked to, there was more waiting, no matter how many times she explained
the situation, there were people that begged the exception and to their credit,
most of them were not frivolous requests.
Never
enough.
Kerry
took a swallow of her water, then decided she really wanted something stronger.
She got up and put the cap on the bottle, then she started looking around for
some shoes, figuring even a seat in the corner of the bar would probably keep
her from falling asleep until Dar finished fiddling.
Maybe
theyÕd even have some decent jalapeno poppers or something. Kerry found her boots and put them on,
then she tucked her room key into one of her side pockets and slipped out the
door and into the hallway.
It,
too, was quiet. She passed one
other person on the way to the elevator, and rode all the way down in solitary
splendor to the floor which housed the bar. This area was more crowded, and she spotted a few
familiar faces as she made her way into the dark, wood lined space. ÒHey guys.Ó
ÒHey
boss!Ó Mark waved her over. ÒThe big Kahuna was just checking one more thing,
then she said sheÕd meet us up here.Ó
ÒGood.Ó
Kerry claimed one of the leather chairs in the midst of her techs. ÒSomeone get me a beer, please. The
bigger the better.Ó
ÒRight
you are, maÕam.Ó Shaun got up and trotted over to the bar.
ÒLong
ass day, huh?Ó Mark asked. ÒMan, I donÕt envy those phone guys though. I
wouldnÕt want to be creeping around in that subway at night.Ó
ÒNo
way.Ó Another of the techs agreed.
ÒTheyÕve got balls. Ò He paused, and blushed. ÒSorry maÕam.Ó
ÒNo
problem.Ó Kerry sighed. ÒTheyÕve
sure got more balls than I do, anyway.Ó She glanced at Mark. ÒSo whatÕs Dar
doing now? Did you find a route
through the basement?Ó
Mark
shook his head. ÒNo such luck.Ó He
replied, mournfully. ÒI canÕt even
get them to tell me where our damn demarc is. They have to call some guy who
was on vacation or something to find out.
We couldnÕt find any easy way to get from the building out.Ó
ÒUgh.Ó
Kerry accepted the large, frosty mug of beer Shaun was handing her. ÒThanks.
WhereÕs Kannan?Ó
ÒIn
our room.Ó Shaun said. ÒHeÕs still pretty freaked out. I told him to just order some room
service and relax.Ó
Kerry
took a sip of the cold beer and swallowed it ÒGood choice.Ó She complimented
Shaun. ÒAnd good idea to have Kannan just rest tonight. I have my admin trying to get him a
flight out of here tomorrow to go home.
I donÕt think heÕs really in danger here – after all, so many
people here in New York are from India itÕs not really unusual – but I
understand how he feels.Ó
ÒYeah,
I know.Ó Shaun picked up his own glass, which seemed to be some kind of
highball. ÒHeÕs just freaked out by all of it. Sucks too, because heÕs our best WAN guy.Ó
It
did suck. Kerry sat back in her chair and looked around the bar. Aside from her
group, there were several others, clustered around the scattered tables or watching the three
television sets mounted on the walls.
Ordinarily,
the screens would have sports on them, she figured. Basketball, or football, or whatever ESPN was serving
up. Now, all three were tuned to
CNN, and those sitting around seemed fixed on the pictures, which showed again
and again, the horrific sights sheÕd gotten to know up close and personal
earlier that day.
Shots
of the wreckage. Shots of the Pentagon. Shots of a burned field in
Pennsylvania. Talking heads. Shots
of the president, with his bullhorn standing on a mound of debris. More talking
heads. Shots of smoke, of the
mayor at a funeral, of the barges removing remains to Fresh Kills landfill
along with mounds and mounds and mounds of debris.
Fresh
Kills. What a cosmically ironic
name. Kerry was truly surprised someone hadnÕt changed it just to spare
everyone the wince. It was
Dutch, sheÕd learned, the old word kille meaning water channel and the place
itself was an estuary that drained wetlands into the sea, but in the current
context it was ghoulish and she was tired of hearing it.
Certainly,
sheÕd winced. That reminded her of something, and she set her beer down,
removing her cell phone from her belt and opening it. She looked up a number,
then pressed the dial, listening to the ring until it was answered. ÒHello, mother.Ó
ÒWh..
oh, hello Kerry!Ó Cynthia Stuart answered, sounding surprised. ÒWhat a
surprise.Ó She confirmed the sound promptly. ÒI hadnÕt expected to hear from you this eveningÉ where are
you? Still in New York?Ó
ÒYes.
Across from our office at Rockefeller Center.Ó Kerry replied. ÒHow are things
there?Ó
ÒFrustrating.Ó
Her mother answered honestly. ÒI have to say itÕs very difficult talking to
people, who cannot see past someone with perhaps a different religion, or so
on, and who must assume everyone who is from somewhere else is suspect.Ó
ÒI
heard about the attacks.Ó Kerry said. ÒIÕm sorry. We encountered that here, one of our techs is from India and
heÕs had a tough time.Ó
ÒTerrible.Ó
Her mother agreed. ÒI have to say
your being there also makes me quite anxious, however, Kerry. Angela is also concerned. Ò
ÒThanks.Ó
Kerry said. ÒItÕs been a rough day. We were down at the disaster site earlier.
We just got back uptown a little while ago.Ó
ÒOh
my.Ó Cynthia gasped a little. ÒI had no idea! I saw the pictures on television
just before – it seems absolutely horrific.Ó She added. ÒHold on, Angela,
I have your sister on the phone.
She seems right in the middle of everything againÉ what.. oh, all right.
Yes hold on..Ó
ÒKer?Ó
AngieÕs voice came over the line. ÒAre you nuts? Get the hell out of there!Ó
ÒHi,
Ang.Ó Kerry gave her tablemates a
wry look, and a shrug. ÒFamily.Ó
She mouthed. ÒGet out of here? WeÕre
in the lobby bar at our hotel. WhatÕs wrong with it?Ó
ÒKerry,
cut it out! Why are you guys
there?Ó Angela actually sounded upset.
ÒIt was bad enough when you were at the Pentagon, but Jesus!Ó
Perversely,
after being horrified the whole day, now Kerry felt the need to downplay the
whole thing. ÒCÕmon, Ang. ThereÕs a whole city full of people
here in this city. Chill.Ó She told her sister. ÒWe had to
come here. ThereÕs a lot of stuff that needed taking care of. Ò
ÒHow
long are you staying there?Ó Angie asked.
ÒHave you heard whatÕs going on here?Ó
ÒI
heard. People are just going a
little crazy, I think.Ó Kerry said.
ÒWe have a lot of customers down here, and some things weÕre doing for
the government. ItÕs not just me
and Dar, either, our CEO is here, and a bunch of our corporate people. Ò
ÒSo
you and Dar arenÕt running the planet as usual?Ó
Kerry
spotted her beloved partner entering the hotel, surrounded by men, all of whom
were glued on whatever it was she was telling them. ÒWho us?Ó She said. ÒNah, weÕre just little fish here.Ó She
watched Dar, hands moving in a decisive motion, dismiss her accolytes who
scattered in all directions.
ÒWeÕre just a couple of nerds to these guys.Ó
ÒUh
huh.Ó Angie said. ÒSis, be careful, please? ItÕs easy to get hurt in all the
stuff going on.
ÒI
will.Ó
Dar
stopped at the front desk and leaned over the top of it, talking to the short,
well dressed woman behind it.
ÒKer?Ó
ÒHuh?Ó
Kerry wrested her attention back to her phone. ÒSorry, what was that?Ó
ÒI
said, hereÕs mom back. Be
careful!Ó
ÒHere
comes Big D.Ó Mark spoke up.
ÒLooks like she could use a beer too, Shaun.Ó
ÒHey,
youÕd think my family were Irish bartenders or something.. oh wait. They are. Ò
Shaun good naturedly got up and headed back for the bar, where the crowd had
somewhat thickened.
ÒKerry?Ó
ÒYes,
IÕm here.Ó Kerry could see the irritation in her partnerÕs body language, but
she smiled anyway, as the stormy blue eyes lifted and found hers. ÒListen, I hope everything
settles down and people start to think again. I know this has to just be a knee jerk reaction.Ó
ÒI
certainly hope so. Will you be there long? Ò
Kerry
considered the question as Dar arrived and took a seat on the arm of her chair.
ÒI think weÕll know more on Monday, to be honest. IÕll let you know.Ó She said.
ÒIÕm sure Dar will want to get out of here as soon as we can.Ó
ÒBet
your ass.Ó Dar commented.
ÒIÕm
sorry, what was that?Ó Cynthia said. ÒWas that Dar? I thought I heard her
voice.Ó
ÒIt
was.Ó Kerry said. ÒShe was just agreeing with me.Ó
Shaun
came back over and offered Dar a glass. ÒThey told me to get this.Ó
Dar
eyed him. ÒThey did, did they?Ó She let her eyes narrow. ÒNow why would they say something like
that?Ó
ÒUm.Ó
Shaun took a half step back.
ÒCÕmon
boss.Ó Mark called over. ÒBe
nice.Ó
A
grudging smile appeared on DarÕs face and she extended one hand to take the
glass. ÒThank you.Ó She told Shaun.
She lifted the glass and glanced around the table. ÒLetÕs hope this is
one day in a million.Ó
ÒHear
hear.Ó Kerry lifted her own glass.
ÒMother, weÕre going to rustle up dinner now, so let me let you go. IÕm glad the familyÕs safe there, and I
hope things cool down.Ó She listened, then closed the phone and put it down on
her knee. ÒPeople, you all did an
amazing job today.Ó
ÒMaÕam,
we just hung out and watched.Ó Shaun said.
ÒThatÕs
okay, I did too.Ó Kerry bumped DarÕs leg with her shoulder. ÒDar did the heavy
lifting. But everyone hung in there, and now at least we have a plan, and weÕre
moving forward.Ó She glanced up. ÒRight?Ó
Dar
waggled her free hand, and took a sip of her beer.
ÒUh
oh.Ó Kerry retreated to her own mug.
ÒWe
have some challenges.Ó Dar said, after a pause, waiting for everyone to lean
forward to listen. ÒI found out we
need to go and take a closer look at the subway tunnels coming under the office
tomorrow. Apparently thereÕs more
than one set.Ó
ÒOh
sure.Ó Scuzzy spoke up. ÒYou ainÕt gonna believe how many tunnels are under
this city here. I think thereÕs like ten that come into Grand Central.. you
remember Grand Central? ThatÕs where we met up that time.Ó
ÒI
remember.Ó Dar nodded. ÒLooked like a maze made by whacked moles fighting blind
badgers.Ó She said. ÒSo tomorrow we need to try and scope a path for them to
take that cable up into the building so we can crossconnect it to our gear.Ó
ÒWe
canÕt use the copper riser.Ó Mark said. ÒI didnÕt find any ground level
demarc.Ó
ÒIÕll
go with ya tomorrow.Ó Scuzzy said, confidently. ÒMy old man worked here. I used
to sleep in some of them little rooms, me and the rats and the bums.Ó
Kerry
felt the air in the bar hit the outsides of her eyeballs as they widened.
ÒYÕknow,
you never know. They might have
coal bins and who knows what down there. WeÕll find something. But I thought
you were telling them to take it out to Roosevelt?Ó Scuzzy went on. ÒWhatÕs up
with that?Ó
ÒKerry
reminded me itÕd be a lot closer to just bring it here.Ó Dar said. ÒWeÕve got
enough pipe here to take at least part of the traffic.Ó
ÒThat
sure helps.Ó Scuzzy said, sucking on the straw poked in her luridly fruity
drink. ÒCause you donÕt want to be
in those tunnels under the East River, you know?Ó
ÒI
know.Ó Dar agreed solemnly. ÒMe either.Ó
ÒSpecially
since the Roosevelt is like, halfway to China. Ò The native New Yorker continued. ÒItÕs like, ten, maybe
fifteen stories underground and I got my ears all screwy going up and down from
there.Ó
Dar
regarded her for a moment, then she looked down at Kerry. ÒThis project lucked out having you in
it. I sure as hell am not going ten stories underground to fish fiber cable up.Ó
ÒAnytime,
honey.Ó Kerry leaned her head against DarÕs hip. ÒThough I have to admit IÕm not crazy about going ten
stories underground right now either.Ó
ÒThat
was rough, today.Ó Scuzzy commented. ÒI thought I seen some bad stuff before
but that was bad. Real bad.Ó
ÒIÕve
asked our real estate branch to find a different location for the technical
office there.Ó Dar said, after a brief silence. ÒI donÕt know how long itÕs going to take them to get things
going again.Ó
ÒI
feel bad for the people who all live down there.Ó Shaun said. ÒLike the office folks. They canÕt go home. That must be terrible on top of
everything else.Ó
ÒLiving
down there right now would be a lot worse.Ó Scuzzy said. ÒThey better off stay
uptown. I got a cousin whoÕs right
on the edge of where they donÕt let you go no more and sheÕs thinking of
staying with my uncle in Jersey for a while.Ó
ÒIÕm
sure most of the people here would rather go somewhere else for a while.Ó Nan
said, in a quiet voice. ÒI know I
would. It was horrible in DC, but nothing like this.Ó
Kerry
listened to the voices around her, and found a kinship in the mental exhaustion
she heard in them. She felt DarÕs
fingers close on her shoulder, and figured they needed a change of scene. ÒHow about we all go find some dinner
now. You guys up for that?Ó
ÒHell
yes.Ó Mark put his glass down hastily.
ÒIÕm starving.Ó
ÒThat
sounds damn good to me too.Ó Andrew had been sprawled in a nearby chair. Now he
straightened up and studied his neatly laced military boots. ÒFind us some place we can get some
steak and taters.Ó
ÒLetÕs
go.Ó Dar slipped off the chair arm
and offered Kerry a hand up.
ÒAlastair and Hamilton are meeting with some board members, so theyÕll
just have to miss out.Ó She waited
for the group to rise and start to file out the door. ÒWith any luck, wherever we findÕll have ice cream Sundays.Ó
ÒThereÕs
a Ben and JerryÕs around the corner.Ó Kerry answered instantly. ÒCaught my eye
on the way in.Ó
Dar
chuckled.
ÒHey,
gotta find the essentials.Ó
**
ÒWeÕre
going to regret staying out this late.Ó Kerry trailed after Dar down the
hallway to their hotel room. ÒTomorrow is going to really suck.Ó
ÒIt
is.Ó Her partner agreed, keying the door open and shoving it inward. ÒBut I
donÕt care. I needed a mindless night out.Ó She trudged inside, passing the bathroom and moving further
into the space. ÒWeÕll survive.
Mark has two cases of Bawls in the truck.Ó
ÒGood
point.Ó Kerry closed the door behind them, then sat down in the nearest chair
and unlaced her boots. ÒA lot of people were out tonight. I was sort of
surprised.Ó
ÒHysterical
relief.Ó Dar dropped down onto the bed and laid down flat on her back. ÒFelt a
little desperate.Ó
Kerry
finished with her other boot, then she got up and went over to the bed, sitting
down and picking up one of DarÕs legs to get at her laces. ÒI feel a little desperate.Ó She said.
ÒChrist, I want to go home.Ó She pulled a lace loose.
Dar
rolled her head to one side and gazed at her. ÒWe will soon.Ó
ÒNot
soon enough.Ó Kerry replied. ÒI just feel so damned overwhelmed here, Dar. IÕm
not sure why.Ó She pulled off one shoe, then the sock beneath it, pausing to
tweak her partnerÕs toe before she got up and went around to the other side of
the long legs, and sat down to pick up the other foot.
DarÕs
eyes followed her. ÒYou donÕt know why you feel overwhelmed? Ker, youÕre in the
middle of a disaster zone in an unprecedented act of terrorism against our
country. How are you supposed to not feel overwhelmed? I was watching those guys out there
today – theyÕre just digging, digging, they had no real idea of what they
were digging for. You donÕt think theyÕre overwhelmed?Ó
Kerry
removed DarÕs other boot, and then set her foot down, leaning back along her
side on the bed. ÒI know they are. ThatÕs what makes me feel so crazy. I should be able to just do my job here
because I wasnÕt a part of all that but itÕs just making my brain go in
circles.Ó She propped her head up on one hand. ÒWhy canÕt I be more like you?Ó
ÒA
single minded idiot?Ó
Kerry
smiled wryly. ÒFocused.Ó She corrected her partner. ÒWith an infinite capacity for innovation.Ó
Dar
turned on her side so they were facing each other. She lifted a hand and stroked KerryÕs face with the backs of
her knuckles. ÒYou can only focus so long.Ó She said. ÒThatÕs why I stopped
looking for holes in the wall today and took tonight off. Yes, IÕll pay for it tomorrow, but IÕve
finally learned the value of chilling out.Ó
ÒYou
didnÕt chill with those darts.Ó Kerry enjoyed the touch, savoring the look of
gentle affection gazing back at her.
ÒI canÕt believe you beat your dad.Ó
Dar
grinned ÒNeither could he.Ó She gently traced one of KerryÕs pale
eyebrows. ÒYou werenÕt so bad
yourself.Ó
ÒIt
was fun.Ó Kerry admitted. ÒBut IÕm glad we skipped the karaoke bar.Ó She clasped DarÕs hand with her own,
and studied her face, half hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit room. There was a furrow over her brow, and
she looked tired.
ÒHeheh.
Me too.Ó Dar said. ÒI guess we should get undressed and
get some sleep, huh?Ó
ÒWe
should.Ó Kerry agreed. ÒEspecially if weÕre going to spend tomorrow digging around
in office basements.Ó She levered
herself up and stood, unbuckling her belt and getting out of her cargo pants,
hopping over to one side as Dar did the same.
ÒCareful.Ó
Dar reached over to steady her, as she draped her pants over her suitcase and
stripped off her shirt one handed over her head. ÒLast thing you need is rug burns.Ó
ÒThanks,
sweetie.Ó Kerry said. ÒI know I
can always depend on you to keep me from falling on my butt.Ó
Dar
chuckled, then she moved over a few steps to put her shirt away.
Kerry
folded her clothing up and put it
to one side of her suitcase, rummaging inside it to remove her sleep shirt. She had it in one fist, when a long arm
snaked a round her and removed it from her grasp. ÒHey.Ó
ÒHey.Ó
Dar dropped the shirt back on the bag and took her hand instead, drawing her
towards the bed. ÒCÕmon. There are plenty of sheets on the bed. You wonÕt be
cold.Ó
Kerry
felt the faint thrill of unexpected raciness. ÒIÕm not cold already.Ó
Dar
glanced over her bare shoulder at her, a faint grin twitching at her lips, as
she waggled an eyebrow. ÒOh
really?Ó
ÒReally.Ó
Kerry planted a kiss between DarÕs shoulderblades, then bumped her gently
forward. ÒLead on, hot stuff.Ó
ÒRemind
me of that again tomorrow after weÕre both conscious again.Ó Dar responded, in
a wry tone. She continued moving forward, towing Kerry along behind her.
Kerry
smiled and followed willingly.
ÒBet your booty I will.Ó In a moment the room was in darkness and she
was under a set of cool sheets rapidly warming to her and DarÕs bare bodies and
the comfort of the skin on skin touch pushed the dayÕs anxieties aside.
Animal
comfort. She wrapped her arm around DarÕs waist, and felt her exhale. ÒDar?Ó
ÒYees?Ó
ÒWhy
do you really think they made that announcement today? About the systems
working? Do you think they were playing with us?Ó
ÒNo.Ó
Dar said, after a pause. ÒIÕm not
sure why they did it. Ò She added.
ÒMaybe so people.. so investors wouldnÕt panic.Ó
ÒHm.Ó Kerry nibbled a bit of the skin on
DarÕs shoulder. ÒI think theyÕre
going to anyway. I bet when that
market does open it drops like a rock.Ó
ÒNah.Ó
Dar shook her head. ÒPeople had time to stop and think. Having it closed wasnÕt
a bad idea regardless of what the technical situation was. No knee jerking , if
youÕve had almost a week to react.Ó
ÒBut
what if we canÕt actually bring everything back up by Monday? WonÕt thatÉÓ
Kerry paused. ÒMaybe thatÕs why they made that announcement. To put pressure on us.Ó
Dar
snorted softly.
ÒIt
just bothers me. I donÕt like people playing games when weÕre going crazy
trying to get things done here.Ó Kerry grumbled.
ÒYeah,
I know.Ó Dar rubbed KerryÕs back with her fingertips.
ÒSorry
IÕm whining.Ó
ÒYouÕre
allowed.Ó Dar looked up at the
dimly seen ceiling. ÒSeems like this has been going on forever, huh? ItÕs hard
to remember I was in London just a few days ago.Ó She said. ÒWorking with those guysÉ I feel like
itÕs been a year since then.Ó
ÒI
was giving a speech just a few days ago.Ó Kerry replied. ÒYou know, I canÕt
even remember what the hell I said.Ó She admitted. ÒBut I wish that reunion was the worst of my
worries right now.Ó
ÒYeah.Ó
Dar let her eyes drift shut, glad of the thick glass windows that blocked most
of the city noise. ÒI wish the
worst thing I had to worry about was playing in that damned softball league and
hitting myself in the head.Ó
ÒYÕknow
though.Ó Kerry mused. ÒBefore this all happened, that visit was turning out
better than I expected. I think my
mother caught a clue.Ó
Dar
gave her a squeeze. ÒI think your mother values family.Ó She said. ÒAnd she
wants you to be a part of that.Ó She kissed Kerry on the top of her head. ÒI donÕt blame her a
bit.Ó
Kerry
smiled.ÓI love you.Ó
DarÕs
eyes opened again. ÒBack atcha,
but what brought that on?Ó
Kerry
snuggled a little closer. ÒBecause IÕm sitting here at three in the morning
bitching and youÕre not telling me to shut up and go to sleep.Ó She could feel
DarÕs body shudder with silent laughter. ÒYouÕre so sweet to me.Ó
Dar
hugged her a little tighter, still chuckling.
ÒWhen
we were down at the park today, I was looking out the front window at all those
rescue workers, just sitting there, and it kind of brought home to me just how
many blessings I have in my life.Ó
Kerry said, after a pause.
ÒThe primary one being you, of course.Ó
ÒLikewise.Ó
Dar exhaled. ÒIÕm one of the
luckiest people on earth.Ó
ÒWeÕre
both soppy mushballs.Ó
ÒGuilty.Ó
Finally,
Kerry found herself smiling, and just letting it go, unable to resist the love
she could feel wrapped all around her.
She closed her eyes and listened to DarÕs breathing for a few minutes,
until the dim shadows faded out and she drifted off into sleep.
Dar
stayed awake a few minutes more, enjoying the sensation of KerryÕs breath
warming her shoulder. They
would try and accomplish the task theyÕd started on, she decided, and then,
once that was either finished or failed at, they would go home.
They
were too close to the center of this.
Dar could envision an unraveling ball of requests if they kept going,
the pressure to succeed growing greater and greater, as the shadow threat of
what might happen if they didnÕt hung over them.
Too
much risk, for too little return.
Tomorrow sheÕd corner Alastair, call Maria, make arrangements for them
to get transport out and by the end of the day Monday, she decided, sheÕd be
sitting on her patio playing ball with Chino and listening to Kerry rustling up
coffee in the kitchen.
She
closed her eyes, and exhaled, nodding her head in confirmation.
**
Kerry
breathed in the scent of fresh coffee as she entered the hotel cafŽ, pausing in
the doorway then lifting a hand to wave hello to Hamilton who was already
seated inside.
ÒGood
morning, Ms. Stuart.Ó Hamilton waved back, then waved her over. ÒCome on over
and sit your self down here so I donÕt have to be talking to the maple syrup
will you please?Ó
Having
very little choice unless she wanted to start the day off profoundly rude,
Kerry crossed the parquet floor and joined their corporate lawyer at his table.
ÒCareful what you ask for.Ó She sat down and accepted the menu from young male
server as she opened her napkin and put it on her lap at the same time. ÒDarÕs
on her way down.Ó
ÒHoney,
even that thought canÕt stir my grits this morning.Ó Hamilton told her.
ÒYou all do know what grits are, right?Ó
ÒI
know what grits are.Ó Kerry assured him. ÒI can even cook them.Ó
ÒShocked.
IÕm shocked.Ó Hamilton said. ÒA Midwesterner cooking grits. What is the world
coming to?Ó He picked up a piece of rye toast and methodically buttered
it. ÒI had the honor of
attending a shindig at the governorÕs place with Al last night.Ó
ÒHe
had a party?Ó KerryÕs voice dropped.
ÒHe
called it a strategy and planning meeting.Ó The lawyer told her. ÒBut I will
say that was the first planning and strategy meeting I ever have been to that
had salmon canapŽs and whisky highballs.Ó He took a sip of his coffee. ÒAh am
guessing all those federal people in town needed some catering to.Ó
ÒWell,
we went out ourselves last night.Ó Kerry half shrugged. ÒI guess salmon and
whiskey are about equal to beer and cheeseburgers and a good game of darts.Ó
Hamilton
looked up at her over cup. ÒNow doesnÕt that sound down home.Ó
ÒHome
would have included my motorcycle and my dog.Ó Kerry glanced up as the server
reappeared, hovering politely at her elbow. ÒCan I have two orders of eggs over
easy, with crisp bacon, white toast, and one side of blueberry pancakes,
please?Ó
The
waiter blinked, then he scribbled it down.
ÒAnd
coffee.Ó Kerry handed him the menu.
ÒMy father used to have meetings like those. The only bright part of them for me were the chocolate
mousse cups they always left close enough to the door for me to steal.Ó
Hamilton
sipped his coffee again. ÒSomehow
I can easily picture that.Ó He remarked dryly. ÒWe apparently got our selves
onto the good boy list in all that hullaballo yesterday. Given my preference, IÕd have rather
stayed bad.Ó
ÒDid
you get an idea last night of what their motives were? What they really want?Ó
Kerry asked. ÒSome of the things they were saying and doing were really very
intimidating.Ó
ÒWhat
do they want.Ó The lawyer sighed, and leaned back in his chair. ÒThatÕs a damn fine question. I do think
first of all those men are scared half to death.Ó
ÒI
thought they were acting as though they were embarrassed.Ó Kerry
responded. ÒThat this happened.
That it was allowed to happen.Ó
Hamilton
regarded her. ÒThere is that there piece too.Ó He acknowledged. ÒI heard a lot about getting back to
normal, putting on a tough face, that sorta thing, but you know, honey, there
ainÕt no getting back to normal in a thing like this. It changes people.Ó
ÒIt
changes everything.Ó Kerry said.
ÔYes,
it does.Ó The lawyer nodded. ÒIt
will change a lot of things, for us.
No matter what the outcome is, in this thing weÕre doing, people now
understand what we do in a very different aspect. That could end up good, and it can end up bad.Ó
Kerry
took a swallow of water from the glass in front of her. ÒYou know, my father
was very unhappy about our government contracts. He felt we had too much
control.Ó
ÒI
do remember that.Ó Hamilton
nodded. ÒNo offense to those
passed, but your father was a right pain in my ass.Ó
ÒMine
too.Ó She answered steadily. ÒBut
was he right?Ó
Her
table companion thought about that in silence for a few minutes, then he
shrugged. ÒI honestly donÕt know
the answer to that question right now.Ó He said. ÒNot through any fault of
ours, understand. We just did what we do.
But you know, I just donÕt know.Ó
ÒHm.Ó Kerry picked up her fork and studied
it. ÒIÕm not sure I do either.Ó
ÒGood
morning, Hamilton.Ó Dar appeared from thin air, even making Kerry start a
little as she took the chair to her partnerÕs left. ÒI hear you and Alastair had a good time last night.Ó
ÒWell,
good morning to you too, Maestro.Ó
The lawyer said. ÒI was just telling your charming colleague here about
it. You seem to have won the
approval of the powers that be, unlikely as that may seem to all an sundry.Ó
ÒPeh.Ó
Dar fastened her gaze on the water, and reeled him over. ÒCoffee, please.Ó She
glanced back at Hamilton. ÒI
didnÕt do a god damned thing. That
bastard threatened his way into a solution.Ó
ÒOnly
too true.Ó Hamilton agreed. He paused as the waiter returned, carrying a tray
full of plates. ÒSo what did you
ladies do last night?Ó He changed
the subject, as the waiter put down his breakfast, then tried to figure out
what to do with all of KerryÕs.
ÒI
took the team out to dinner.Ó Dar reached over and took one of the plates from
the waiter, putting it down in front of her. ÒThat goes there, the other plate put between us.
Thanks.Ó She took a gulp of
her coffee. ÒThen we found a
sports bar that had something other than CNN on and just chilled out for a few
hours.Ó
ÒAh
would have traded my salmon canapŽ for a beer and a pretzel in a heartbeat.Ó Hamilton said.
ÒAh,
there you all are.Ó Alastair arrived, taking the fourth chair at the table.
ÒHam, IÕve had two calls from the FBI this morning already. I donÕt think I can stall them on the
employee lists much further.Ó
ÒWell,
Al, then IÕm going to have to file a damn injunction against them in Federal
court and that ainÕt happening till Monday. Ò
ÒI
donÕt knowÉÓ Alastair shook his head. ÒThis guysÕ not giving up.Ó
ÒTell
them we locked the database and no one can get access to it until weÕve had a
chance to file in Federal Court.Ó Dar bit into a strip of bacon.
ÒCan
we do that?Ó
ÒYes.Ó
Dar and Kerry answered at the same time.
ÒAnd
even if we couldnÕt.Ó Kerry wiped her lips with her napkin. ÒThey have no way
of knowing that. ItÕs in a data center
in the middle of the Houston campus in a building among hundreds that only four
people have access to. What are they doing to do, go room by room tapping on
the outside of the servers?Ó
ÒWell.Ó
Their CEO gave her a wry look. ÒThey could arrest me.Ó
ÒWeÕll
never let them take you alive, Alastair.Ó Dar said.
Alastair
sighed. ÒYou all seem to think this is funny.Ó
ÒI
donÕt think itÕs funny, I think itÕs idiotic. What the hell do they want our
employment records for?Ó Dar asked. ÒIs this all about the damn taps or
something again?Ó
ÒJust
coffee for me, thanks.Ó Alastair told the waiter, who had returned to find his
table had spawned again. ÒAnd a
glass of grapefruit juice, if youÕve got it.Ó
ÒOf
course sir.Ó
ÒDar,
it ainÕt nothing about taps.Ó Hamilton lowered his voice. ÒThey need a list of
all our people who are in government facilities. That part makes horse sense. ItÕs the rest of the records
they want with it thatÕs giving my Louisiana ass a hive.Ó
Dar
chewed a mouthful of her breakfast as she studied her table companions. ÒA list of our people.Ó She said, after
swallowing. ÒIn their facilities?Ó
ÒYes.Ó
Alastair nodded. ÒItÕs a security issue.Ó
Dar
folded her hands on the table and leaned forward a little. ÒWhy donÕt they just
run a report in their own damned database?Ó She asked. ÒWhy the hell do they
need our records for??Ó
ÒTheir
database?Ó Hamilton removed a pad from his pocket and pushed his plate aside.
ÒDar, have I ever told you just how much I do truly love you more than my
luggage?Ó
Kerry
eyed him. ÒHey.Ó
ÒYes,
their database.Ó Dar went back to stabbing her eggs, making them yolk all over
the plate. ÒHow in the hell did they think all those people got credentials to
work in those facilities? Pulled them out of their asses? They all have security
clearances. Issued by the damned GOVERNMENT.Ó
Alastair
and Hamilton exchanged glances. ÒDid you write that database too?Ó Alastair
inquired. ÒMaybe you could just go run the report for them, if you can spare a
minute.Ó
Hamilton
waved his pen at him. ÒAl, hush.
ThisÕll help I think. Just tell those folks to call me if they call you
again.Ó He smiled at Dar. ÒAlways
lovely to spend time with you ladies. IÕll be off to fence with the Federals
now. Wish me luck.Ó He got up and lifted his jacket off the back of his
chair. ÒAl, IÕll let you know what
I find out.Ó
ÒSure.Ó
Alastair waved at him as he left.
ÒWell.Ó
ÒWant
a pancake?Ó Kerry nudged the plate towards him. ÒItÕs probably going to be a
really long day.Ó
Their
CEO gazed at her for a moment, then he reached over and took the top pancake on
the stack, rolling it up and dunking the end in the cup of maple syrup. He took a bite. ÒCan someone tell me why weÕre doing
all the right things, but everything is going to hell anyway?Ó
ÒWelcome
to our world.Ó Dar crunched noisily on her bacon. ÒJust wait. ItÕll start raining any minute.Ó
**
Kerry
pulled up the zipper on her jumpsuit, then she went over to the plastic
shopping bag on the desk and removed some power bars from it, stuffing them in
a couple of the pockets. She
then clipped her cell phone, and a new accoutrement, a radio, to her belt.
The
masks she gratefully left behind, settling a company logo baseball cap on her
head instead. ÒOkay.Ó She
addressed her reflection. ÒLetÕs
see what we can go find in the bowels of the city.Ó
The
subway. Kerry shook her head. Dar was already on the lower floor of the hotel,
talking to the maintenance people.
Kerry figured by the time she got down there either they would be ready
to move ahead or Dar would be veering off on another path altogether.
She
hoped it was a different path. She knew they were far from the disaster site, but she had no desire to be anywhere
underground. With a last patting
of her pockets she tucked her room key away and headed out the door.
The
elevator opened, and she entered, to find Alastair already inside. ÒHello,
again.Ó She greeted the CEO.
ÒGoing to join us in the tunnels?Ó
Alastair
had his hands in his pockets. He had a pair of khakis on, and, surprisingly, a
rugby shirt. ÒI think IÕd
rather do that than meet with the press. ThatÕs where IÕm off to.Ó
ÒAh.
Ugh.Ó Kerry sympathized. ÒAre we in trouble again?Ó
ÒNot
this time, apparently. Ò Her ultimate boss said. ÒSeems like word got around
about our hospitality buses, and our folks taking care of some of the workers
down there. One of the local
stations wanted me to chat about it.Ó
ÒOh.
Well, thatÕs great.Ó Kerry said, as the elevator arrived at the lobby and
opened. ÒIsnÕt it?Ó
ÒAny
press is generally good press.Ó Alastair followed her out into the lobby. ÒBut, weÕve just been high profile
here, and IÕve got a gut feeling that might not be the best thing in the long
run.Ó
ÒNot
after what happened to that guy yesterday.Ó Kerry shook her head. ÒIÕd rather be under the radar myself.Ó
ÒExactly.Ó
Alastair agreed. ÒBut I suppose
giving out cookies and pop canÕt be too controversial.Ó
They
walked across the lobby, and Kerry wasnÕt surprised to find Dar standing by the
coffee stand. She reached for her radio then paused as the dark head turned Dar
looked around the lobby, spotting her in a few seconds.
A
faint grin appeared. Dar indicated the stand with her thumb, then turned as
Kerry nodded emphatically.
ÒWell, good luck.Ó She told Alastair. ÒWeÕll try to hold up our end of
this.Ó
Alastair
chuckled. ÒNot worried about that at all.Ó He said. ÒI never had any doubts
before over what Operations could do, but now IÕve got a whole new respect for
you and Dar. Been a real eye
opener.Ó
Kerry
wondered what that meant. ÒWell, we try.Ó She veered off to where Dar was
waiting, now with two big cups of coffee in her hands. ÒSee you later.Ó
Alastair
continued towards the front door, and Kerry ambled to a halt next to her
partner and her heavenly burden. ÒI feel like swimming in that coffee.Ó She
accepted her cup. ÒFind anything?Ó
ÒLabyrinthine
basements.Ó Dar informed her.
ÒSoon as Mark and the boys get back from grabbing flashlights and water, weÕll
head down there. No one knows
where the hell some of the corridors go.Ó
ÒGreat.Ó
Kerry sighed.
ÒHon,
you can stay up here and work on issues if you want.Ó Dar rested her hand on
KerryÕs shoulder. ÒYou donÕt need to come spelunking with me.Ó She tweaked a
bit of KerryÕs pale hair. ÒThereÕs
plenty to do topside.Ó
ÒI
know. But I want to go.Ó Kerry
took a sip of her coffee. ÒAnd it canÕt be as bad as yesterday. I thought I was
going to have nightmares from that.Ó
ÒYou
didnÕt.Ó
ÒI
didnÕt.Ó The blond woman confirmed. ÒI didnÕt dream at all, that I remember. I
think I was too tired.Ó She
spotted Mark and his crew coming out of an elevator. ÔOr maybe I just dreamed about you the whole time. I felt like I did when I woke up.Ó
Dar
turned her head and gave her partner a puzzled look. ÒHuh?Ó
ÒNever
mind. Tell you later.Ó Kerry raised her cup towards Mark. ÒHey. You guys ready
for some exploration?Ó
Mark
looked tired, but he nodded. Shaun was with him, along with Scuzzy and Nan, and Joshua, a tech from the
office. ÒReady as weÕll ever be.Ó He said. ÒHope we find something though. IÕm
whacked from last night.Ó
ÒMe
too.Ó Shaun agreed, stifling a yawn.
ÒWhat were those drinks we were having?Ó
ÒYo,
youÕre some kinda lightweight.Ó Scuzzy said. ÒWe werenÕt out there late!Ó
ÒYes,
we were.Ó Nan disagreed. ÒIÕve
still got karaoke ringing in my ears.Ó She covered one.
ÒIÕve never been in a club that loud before.Ó
ÒHey
itÕs the city.Ó Scuzzy said. ÒPeople need to blow off steam around here, you
know? Been rough this week.Ó
ÒHey,
I had fun. IÕm just tired.Ó Nan said.
ÒYou guys had the right idea, heading back.Ó She gave Dar and Kerry a
wry look. ÒI think I had an hour sleep.Ó
Dar
took the flashlight Mark was holding out and slipped it into the long pocket along
one seam of her coveralls. ÒOkay,
letÕs go.Ó She pointed to the front doors. ÒWeÕll walk down to the office, then find a subway entrance.
The concierge said thereÕs one right near by.Ó
They
exited the hotel and started down the block, crossing two streets before they
neared the rear entrance to their offices. ÒCan we get to the subway from inside?Ó Dar asked.
ÒSure.Ó
Scuzzy led the way into the complex.
ÒThey got lots of underground stuff here. You know? Great for when itÕs
snowing. You donÕt want to freeze
your ass off getting coffee in the morning.Ó
ÒSmart
idea.Ó Kerry agreed. ÒBut it makes me realize why all those people from New
York moved to Florida. You never
freeze your ass off doing anything there.Ó
They
walked through the concourse and down a set of stairs, passing from the light
into the underground part of Rockefeller Center. ÒIs that where weÕre going?Ó Dar pointed to a sign
that said, simply, ÔSubwayÕ.
ÒYeah,
thatÕs the 6th Ave, you know? Independent line.Ó Scuzzy said, as
they started for the stairs. ÒYou guys are gonna have a big problem getting
from there to the IRT, you know?Ó
ÒThe
what?Ó Kerry asked.
ÒDonÕt
the tunnels all connect?Ó Dar added, after a pause.
ÒWell,
sure.Ó Scuzzy led the way down the steps. ÒLike, eventually.Ó She continued.
ÒBut not here on 6th, probably maybe near the shuttle, like where we
met, you know? This subway was
built like after the other one. The IRT, that was the first.Ó
ÒI
see.Ó Dar grunted.
ÒI
donÕt.Ó Kerry chimed in. ÔThereÕs more than one subway?Ó
ÒWell,
not now. Now theyÕre all one system.Ó Scuzzy explained. ÒBut back in the day
they were all fighting with each other putting tracks down everywhere.Ó
ÒUh
huh.Ó Dar looked around the lower mezzanine. ÒSo where do we go from here?Ó
ÒCÕmere,
let me show ya.Ó Scuzzy led them over to big map on the wall, sealed behind
scratched plastic. ÒSee, weÕre here.Ó She pointed at an orange line. ÒThis
subway, it goes over here, and then over towards Roosevelt, see?Ó
ÒRight.Ó
Kerry nodded.
ÒBut
them guys, theyÕre coming up here, on the East side line.Ó Scuzzy pointed at a
green tracing, that wound itÕs way up the map. ÒCause thatÕs the closest to the Exchange, you know? Maybe theyÕre going down the kiosk
there, or something. I donÕtÕ think thereÕs any opening down below the building
or nothing.Ó
Dar
looked from one line to the other.
ÒDo they connect here?Ó She pointed at a blue line just north of them.
ÒWell,
thatÕs where the eventually comes in.Ó Scuzzy said. ÒThey sorta cross around there, but theres like long
corridors and stuff and stairs and escalatorsÉÓ
ÒOh
boy.Ó Kerry muttered.
ÒOkay.Ó
Dar held a hand up. ÒFirst things first – lets find a way to get a cable
from our offices down into one of these tunnels. Is this one the closest?Ó She pointed at the orange line.
ÒSixth
avenue, sure.Ó Scuzzy nodded. ÒSo
we can go to the basement of 30 Rock, and go down into the subway from there,
and see what we can find, okay by you? We can ride down to the 53d, and see if
that crosses over, and then get over to the Lexington from there.Ó
ÒRight.
LetÕs go.Ó Dar paused and looked around at the busy
activity underground. She
pictured the buildings above them, and started off down the corridor. ÒMark, do we have a line we can
start running down from our offices?Ó
ÒI
got some guys up there.Ó Mark said. ÒKannan decided to stick it out, now that
weÕre hanging around here so heÕs up doing some prep. I wouldnÕt try to bring
out a fiber line from our side, boss – melding those pipettes
undergroundÕs gonna suck.Ó
ÒIÕm
glad he decided it was okay to stay.Ó Kerry said. ÒHeÕs very nice.Ó
ÒHeÕs
a freaking awesome fiber tech.Ó Mark replied. ÒSo I am too, specially since the
next guy I could get up here is in Miami.Ó
They
walked along the concourse, which now sloped downward a bit and widened,
gaining shops on either side.
ÒWeÕre under 30 Rock now.Ó
Scuzzy announced confidently.
ÒThey got some cool shops here now. Not like it used to be, all the
windows empty.Ó
Kerry
found it somewhat incongruous. She
understood the logic of having things underground when the weather above
sucked, and also, how they had to use pretty much any square footage they could
find in an island as small as Manhattan was, but she still found an underground
shopping center weird and depressing.
Or
maybe she was still in a bad mood.
She walked alongside Dar and tried to put that aside as they traveled
along a thick wall that looked like it had been verneered over more than
once. ÒSo our offices are over
this.Ó
Dar
stopped near a large set of stairs.
She peered up them. ÒElevator stacks donÕt go down this far.Ó
ÒNo.Ó
Scuzzy shook her head. ÒI heard this was going to be the big entrance to the
subway from the Rock, only the shops kinda died off so they made it into the
skating rink and all that stuff.Ó
Dar
folded her arms. ÒOkay, so letÕs go up one level first and see where we can
bring a line down from.Ó She started up the steps with the rest of her little
group behind her. They ended up in
the main lobby of the building their office was in.
It
was full of people. ÒDoesnÕt look like anythingÕs here, Dar.Ó Kerry murmured. ÒWhereÕs the demarc?Ó
ÒMark..Ó
ÒIÕm
on it.Ó Mark headed off towards an information desk.
ÒThereÕs
the entrance to the subway, in that corner.Ó Shaun pointed towards the front of the building. ÒI can see
the sign from here.Ó
ÒOkay. LetÕs go back downstairs then.Ó Dar removed the radio from her belt.
ÒMark, weÕre going back down to find the subway entrance.Ó
ÒGotcha
boss.Ó MarkÕs voice crackled back.
Kerry
followed Dar back downstairs, trying to ignore the people who were staring
curiously at them. She felt a bit like they were going in circles. ÒThere has to be pipes coming in here,
right?Ó
ÒSure.Ó
Scuzzy said. ÒLots of pipes under here, but not the kind we put our stuff in.
Big pipes, water, sewer, steam pipes..Ó
ÒSteam
pipes?Ó Shaun asked. ÒFor what?Ó
ÒHeat.Ó
ÒOh.Ó
Kerry scratched the bridge of her nose. ÒOf course.Ó
They
crossed the busy concourse and headed over towards the front corner of it,
where people were streaming in and out at a rapid pace. Dar dodged several oncomers, then
she pulled them all over to one side against the wall.
ÒSheesh.Ó
Kerry looked back the way they came. ÒThatÕs going to be tricky to run a cable
through.Ó
ÒWhen
was this built?Ó Dar asked Scuzzy.
ÒThirties,
something like that.Ó
DarÕs
radio crackled.
ÒHey
Boss?Ó MarkÕs voice emerged from the radio. ÒI found the door to he demarc. You
might want to come over here to check it out.Ó He said. ÒIÕm down here behind
the stairwell.Ó
ÒUh
oh.Ó Kerry murmured.
ÒYou
folks stay here.Ó Dar motioned to the rest of them. ÒThink about how we can run a thick cable, the kind we ran
yesterday, Shaun, across that floor if we have to.Ó She bumped Kerry. ÒCÕmon. LetÕs go see what the bad
news is.Ó
Kerry
willingly went along with her, as they crossed the floor yet again back towards
the way they came in. ÒWeÕre
starting off kinda slow today huh?Ó
ÒUngh.Ó
Dar rolled her eyes. ÒI swear I feel like just packing everyone into that damn
bus and driving south.Ó She led Kerry around the stairs, spotting Mark behind
them by a thick metal door, accompanied by a dour looking man with a ring of
keys. ÒAh.Ó
Mark
indicated the door with his thumb.
ÒIn there.Ó
ÒLeast
you people got the sense to dress fer this.Ó The man with the keys shook his
head and sorted through the ring, finally
coming up with one of the keys and trying it in the lock. He turned it
three times, and then a loud clank was heard. ÒThatÕs it.Ó He pulled the key out and turned the door
handle, pulling the door open to release a puff of musty, dusty air.
It
was dark inside. ÒAny lights in
there?Ó
The
man muttered, and felt around inside the door, finally slapping at something
which resulted in a weak yellow illumination. Then he backed out and gave them
a gruff jerk of his head in the direction of the door. ÒI ainÕt going in there.Ó
Dar
stepped to the entrance and looked around. ÒAll right, letsÉÓ
ÒGot
bit by a rat in there once.Ó The man wandered off. ÒIÕm getting coffee. YouÕre
on your own.Ó
ÒThanks.Ó
Dar had stopped dead, her eyes flicking down at the ground in search of rodents
that might attempt to snack on her toes. ÒAppreciate the warning. Ò She glanced
behind her. ÒAnyone coming with me?Ó
Only
Kerry stepped forward immediately. ÒRight here.Ó
After
an awkward pause, Mark followed her, fishing his flashlight out of his pocket.
ÒI donÕt like rats.Ó
ÒI
had mice in college.Ó Kerry edged past her partner and entered the room without
hesitation. ÒAs pets.Ó She paused and looked back over her shoulder. ÒNot for lunch.Ó She flicked her flashlight on and went
further into the room, which was full to the rafters with dust covered wall
boxes, and wires hanging down low enough to almost brush her head.
Dar
twirled her flashlight in her fingers and followed, a faint grin on her face.
ÒWatch your head.Ó
ÒMineÕs
a lot lower than yours is, hon. Ò
Dar
ducked under a loop. ÒGood point.Ó
ÒHope
those arenÕt electrical.Ó Mark muttered, bringing up the rear. ÒThis could get way more exciting than
we need it to.Ó
**
The
electrical room was a labyrinth on itÕs own. It had several levels that seemed
to have been built in different times and styles and the floor itself wasnÕt level on top of that.
ÒCareful
of that damn ladder.Ó Dar warned,
as Kerry started to climb down one.
It was a cast iron pipe with diamondplate steps, and it shifted creakily
as she put her weight on it.
ÒYikes.Ó
Kerry went down it as fast as she could, arriving on a lower level to be
greeted by rustlings and a pair of glowing eyes in the dark that vanished when
she shone her flashlight in the corner. ÒWhat in the hell..Ó
A
huge pipe ran over her head, itÕs width twice her armspan at least. ItÕs sections were held together by
huge, riveted collars and itÕs outer surface was covered with thick, peeling
paint. She put her hand on
it, surprised when she felt warmth against her skin.
Shaking
her head, she ducked under the pipe and went past a huge bin with a closed lid,
and three more large pipes running up an down vertically. They all seemed ancient, and were thick
and heavy cast iron. ÒWhat is all
this stuff?Ó
ÒItÕs
not telecom.Ó Dar was methodically searching the far wall. ÒI donÕt care what
it is.Ó
ÒReminds
me of that old cruise ship .Ó Kerry edged through two large black iron posts
with rivets in them and ducked under a pipe as she spotted a bit of wood
through the gloom. ÒIs that it back there?Ó
Dar
peered past a large box she was looking in. ÒWhere?Ó She shone her flashlight into the dark corner. ÒMark, over
there.Ó She closed the box
and ducked under the pipe. ÒKerry, you rock.Ó
ÒHoly
shit.Ó Mark crawled out from under
a step and got up. ÒIn the back
there? Dar, this is nuts! ThereÕs power running all over this place. How in the
hell does our data not suck here?Ó
ÒMy
engineering can overcome pretty much anything or so everyone keeps telling me.Ó Dar edged in next to where
Kerry was standing, and they peered over a big iron pipe to see an old,
tattered piece of plywood bolted to the back wall with a familiar set of
telephone punch down blocks on it.
They
were covered in dirt and dust, so obscured the colors of the wires were
completely indistinguishable.
Kerry squirmed over close to it and shone her flashlight on a tag, which
was completely blank, brown from age, and crumbling at her touch. ÒWow.Ó
Dar
peered at the electrical board perilously close to KerryÕs shoulder. ÒKer,
donÕt move back. I think thatÕs a live block.Ó
Kerry
froze, then carefully looked over her shoulder, shining the flashlight on the
cast iron works. ÒNew York Edison
Company.Ó She read. ÒNineteen hundred and one.Ó
ÒDidnÕt
Scuzzy say this building was built in the thirties?Ó
ÒMaybe
they reused the hardware.Ó Mark managed to squeeze in closer. ÒShit most of
this room is older than I am.Ó He
said. ÒHey, thereÕs a door down there. For midgets.Ó
Kerry
gave him a sideways look, then she turned carefully and pointed her light at
the back wall, under the block.
Sure enough, there was a door there. ÒWow.Ó She said. ÒMidgets for real.Ó
The
door was about as high as her knees, with a knob near the bottom of it as
though a regular height door had been cut in half. ÒWonder where it goes? Looks like itÕs been painted over a
few times.Ó
ÒProbably
doesnÕt go anywhere. They just didnÕt feel like removing it.Ó Dar dismissed the
painted over panel and started
exploring the punch down. ÒI canÕt believe this is the demarc.Ó
ÒFor
the whole building?Ó KerryÕs voice
rose in utter disbelief. ÒNo way.
No way in hell, Dar. There are hundreds and hundreds of tenants here. This
block is barely big enough for a dozen of them.Ó
ÒWell,
the way they guy said it, the big boys have a nice room up one level in back of
the elevator stack.Ó Mark said. ÒWeÕre private line, so..Ó
ÒAre
you kidding me?Ó Kerry asked. ÒDo
you mean to tell me they wouldnÕt let us drop a line into their room, and IÕm
carrying one of those bastardÕs entire backbones on my network??Ó
ÒUm.Ó
MarkÕs eyes widened.
ÒGrr.Ó
Kerry fumed. ÒLet me call the office and have those bastards cut off.Ó She
started to fish for her phone only to find her arms gently held. ÒDar!Ó
ÒYouÕre
going to electrocute your ass. Hold still.Ó Dar tugged her away from the
electrical panel. ÒCutting them
off doesnÕt really get us anything, Ker.
Money probably crossed hands to get them a new facility. We had nothing
to do with it.Ó
ÒBut
thatÕs not fair!Ó Kerry protested. ÒWe pay just as much as any of them do for
this damned access!Ó
Mark
kept his mouth shut, peering at the blocks instead and trying to read some of
them.
ÒShh.Ó
Dar managed to maneuver her pissed off partner into a clearer space, then she
wrapped her arms around her. ÒLeave it, Ker. Not worth the headache.Ó
Kerry
drew in a breath to continue arguing, then she paused, and exhaled, unable to
keep the anger roiling inside the warmth of DarÕs embrace. ÒItÕs not fair.Ó She repeated. ÒLook at this place, Dar. TheyÕre
probably laughing their asses off at us over this.Ó
ÒProbably.
But weÕre a level under them, and that means weÕre closer to our goal. Just leave it.Ó
ÒGrr.Ó
Kerry sighed, giving in. ÒAnd IÕm damned well going to get this changed, but
yeah, itÕll wait until this is over.Ó
Dar
gave her a squeeze. ÒNow let me in
there to see what the hellÕs going on with that demarc.Ó She slipped past Kerry
and carefully eased her way between the electrical panel and the iron pylon to
get closer to the age scarred wood.
ÒYou
tricked me.Ó Kerry issued a half hearted protest, before she inched in after
her, raising her hand to stifle a sneeze as they stirred the dust around them. ÒIÕm safer in there, Dar. IÕm smaller
than you are.Ó
ÒNah,
IÕm fine.Ó Dar disagreed, poking her head around a pipe.
ÒOkay.Ó
Mark finally spoke up. ÒI think thereÕs only six or eight active on here, so we
should be able to find ours pretty easy.Ó He peered into the far corner. ÒHey,
Dar, is that a smartjack? There in the back? That has to be ours.Ó
Dar
directed her flashlight in that direction and leaned closer to look,
inadvertently brushing her elbow against the electrical panel. She yelped and
jumped back, nearly knocking Kerry on her butt. ÒSon of a bitch!Ó She grabbed her elbow, which was numb
and tingling.
ÒLive,
huh?Ó Mark asked, weakly.
ÒWhat
kind of idiocy is this!Ó It was DarÕs turn to be outraged, as she examined the
panel. It was floor to ceiling copper strips, with clamps at various levels. ÒYou could get killed in here!Ó
ÒEasy
honey.Ó Kerry patted her hip. ÒHow about we find our circuit and get out of
here before we both end up in the hospital?Ó
Dar
muttered under her breath, then cautiously eased back over to the back wall and
peered at the box Mark had found again.
It was the same dingy gray as the rest of the inside of the room, but
there were somewhat newer looking cables coming out of the bottom of it, and a
tag that was more white than brown hanging from the front.
She
extended her arm carefully and got a fingertip on the top of the box, almost
jumping out of her skin when her cell phone rang. ÒBrpht!Ó
ÒI
got it.Ó Kerry fished in her partnerÕs pocket and retrieved the instrument.
ÒHello?Ó
ÒGlad
you were here.Ó Dar went back to prying the box open.
ÒMe
too.Ó Mark chimed in. ÒNo offense,
Big D, IÕda let it ring.Ó
Dar
paused and looked over at him, then chuckled briefly.
ÒHellÉ
ah, is this Kerry?Ó AlastairÕs voice trickled hesitantly through the speaker.
ÒIÕm sorry, I thought I..Ó
ÒYou
did. Hang on.Ó Kerry tapped
Dar on the arm with her phone. ÒItÕs Alastair.Ó
ÒTake
a message.Ó Dar was struggling with the box top. ÒIf I overbalance IÕm going to
be a French fry.Ó
Kerry
pulled her arm back, and took a step sideways out of the way, and away from the
electrical panel. ÒSorry about that. DarÕs occupied right at the moment.
Anything I can do to help?Ó
ÒGot
it.Ó Dar pulled the top of the box off with a rusty sounding screech of metal
on metal. She set the top aside
and shone her light on the inside, which had a modern piece of equipment
clamped in it, full of blinking LEDÕs and reassuringly clean plastic. ÒAh hah.Ó
ÒThat
it?Ó Mark stood on his tiptoes to look over the iron grillwork separating him
from the section Dar was inside of. ÒDamn, look at that thing. That box looks like it should be coal fired.Ó
ÒWell,
itÕs a smartjack.Ó Dar muttered.
ÒI think that box use to be something else though.Ó
Kerry
was torn between listening to the phone and listening to the discussion. ÒSorry,
what was that again? No, that wasnÕt a smart ass.. no, no weÕve.. weÕre looking
for our circuit in the officeÉ oh, okay.Ó Kerry put her hand over the mic. ÒPaladar?Ó
Dar
stopped in mid motion, and carefully turned fully around, giving Kerry her full
attention? ÒYes?Ó
ÒABC
News is outside. They want to talk to you.Ó
Dar
looked at her, then looked to either side at the inside of the grubby, dingy
workspace. Then she held up one finger and turned back around, careful to edge
away from the copper panel.
ÒThat
meant for me, or them?Ó Kerry asked.
Dar
turned back around, one eyebrow hiked all the way up.
ÒJust
checking.Ó Her partner smiled.
ÒTell
them to kiss my ass.Ó Dar went back to her task.
Kerry
gave her a fond look. ÒAlastair, sheÕs trying to read a circuit tag in a dark
room that look like a medieval torture chamber and not be electrocuted at the
same time. Can they wait a few minutes?Ó
She
half turned and spoke into the phone. ÒI donÕt want to rush her. SheÕd look
really strange with curly hair.Ó She waited. ÒOkay, thatÕs what I figured. IÕll
call you when weÕre out of here. Bye.Ó
She
closed the phone. ÒWell.Ó
Ò23T234X6RZ45R.Ó
Dar replied.
Mark
scribbled on the back of his hand. ÒIÕm pretty sure thatÕs ours, Dar. ItÕs the
right sequence.Ó
ÒMe
too.Ó Dar agreed, pulling her hand back from the box and letting the top close
over it. ÒGlad we found it, but I
have no clue in the world how weÕre going to get the damn cable into this room.
I donÕt think we can cross the shopping center with it.Ó
She
backed slowly out of the gap between the iron works and the live electrical
panel and joined Kerry near the
sloping back of the room. Now that
her eyes had grown used to the gloom, Dar looked around at the space and
studied the structure.
There
was an old iron chute that cut off at the edge of a newer looking wall, an she
walked over to peer at it, rubbing her thumb along a set of hammered letters. ÒCastle Coal.Ó
She said. ÒI donÕt get it. WhatÕs a coal thing doing in the middle of a
modern building?Ó
Mark
turned around. ÒThese are steam pipes.Ó He pointed. ÒWe donÕt really have steam
upstairs, do we?Ó
They
all looked at each other, then both Mark and Dar looked at Kerry.
ÒDonÕt
ask me.Ó Kerry held her hand up. ÒI assumed we had central air and heat in the
building. We never used coal in Michigan. You signed the lease, Dar. Did it
mention steam? Scuzzy said there was steam pipes but sheesh.Ó
ÒHell
if I remember.Ó Dar shrugged. ÒDoesnÕt really matter I guess. Now that we found
it, letÕs just go back to the rest of the group and see about a path. We probably need the building
management involved.Ó
ÒShould
I get them to bring a router and a fiber hub here?Ó Mark asked. ÒWeÕre gonna
need to split the signal but..Ó He looked around. ÒWonder if theyÕve even got
an outlet for power.Ó He flashed his light around the walls and looked under a
few of the boxes. ÒCrap.Ó
ÒCan
we get an electrician toÉ well, what am I saying? WeÕd have to contract
Methuselah for that electrical panel. Maybe heÕs free.Ó Kerry started making her way towards
the entrance, scribbling herself a note. ÒWorse comes to worse, Dar, we can run
a power cable in too. This isnÕt going to be pretty no matter how we do it.Ó
Mark
climbed up into another section, ducking under the iron supports as he peered
along the underside of a large pipe.
ÒLemme see if I can find something here. Running cable is gonna suck.Ó
Dar
leaned her elbows on KerryÕs shoulders and whispered into her ear. ÒHow could
it possibly be anything but pretty if you do it?Ó
Aw. Kerry had to smile, despite the
surroundings. ÒFlattery will get you anything you want, you know that?Ó
Dar
chuckled. She felt KerryÕs body lean back a little against her, and she savored
the moment, nibbling on the edge of her ear . ÒDid you really think I was
flipping you off?Ó
ÒNo.Ó Kerry tilted her head back and gave Dar
a kiss on her jawbone. ÒIÕm just
glad IÕm here with you and I felt like messing with you a little.Ó She
admitted. ÒThis is so insane. What are we doing here?Ó
ÒCÕmon.Ó
Dar bumped her gently. ÒLetÕs go
see what other bad news awaits us.Ó
She put her hands on KerryÕs shoulders and steered her towards the door. They had left it open, and the light
from outside seemed an odd contrast to the dank, dark, interior of the old closet they were
poking around in.
The
tangle of pipes and iron bars made their progress slow, but they climbed up the
steel steps and onto the platform that held the door just as Mark crawled back
out from under an ancient console, his jumpsuit now liberally covered in
grunge.
ÒAnything?Ó
Kerry asked.
ÒMaybe.Ó
Mark said. ÒBut I think the outletÕs older than I am. Scary.Ó He dusted himself off as they emerged from the room,
blinking a little in the light. The building superintendant was leaning against
the opposite wall, and he pushed off to come meet them as Mark pushed the door
closed.
ÒSeen
enough?Ó The man asked.
ÒWe
found what we were looking for, yes.Ó
Kerry said. ÒNow we just
have to find a way to get to it. Do you have a building electrician? We need
some work done.Ó
The
man stared at her. ÒWork done?
Lady you seen that room? No
one does no work in there.Ó
ÒThey
put our circuit in there. ThatÕs work.Ó KerryÕs nape hairs bristled. ÒThough IÕm going to have a word with
the management here as to why that happened.Ó
The
man held his hands up. ÒThatÕs not my area.Ó He said. ÒYou want the electrician?
IÓll call him. He can tell you himself. Ò He said. ÒYou want to wait here? IÕll have him come down.Ó He didnÕt wait for Kerry to nod
before he picked up his radio and started speaking into it, turning away from
them and lowering his voice. Then with a glance at them, he walked away, heading for
a door in the back of the hall.
ÒIÕm
going to go grab a router and see what mounting stuff we have.Ó Mark said. ÒIÕll come back here and wait for the
electrical guy if you want to go see whatÕs going on.Ó
ÒSounds
like a plan.Ó Dar said. ÒThanks Mark.Ó
ÒNo
prob.Ó He trotted off towards the stairs, leaving Dar and Kerry behind.
ÒYou
want me to tell Alastair you can talk to the press now?Ó Kerry asked.
ÒNo.Ó
Dar replied placidly. ÒThatÕs not part of my job. ThatÕs part of his job. HeÕs
got Hamilton with him, and the entire New York office publicity machine with
him, and IÕve got better things to do.Ó
ÒAll
righty.Ó Kerry said. ÒBut honey,
even though I love you more than anything on earth, youÕre going to be the one
to tell him that, mkay?Ó
Her
partner chuckled wryly.
DarÕs
phone rang again. Kerry promptly handed it over to her.
Dar
took it. ÒHello?Ó She answered briefly after glancing at the caller ID. Not him She mouthed at Kerry. ÒYes, this is Dar Roberts. Who is this?Ó She paused,
folding her free arm across her body and resting her elbow on her fist. ÒOkay, bu.. oh, all right. Okay.Ó She
nodded. ÒSo whatÕs the issue?Ó
Kerry
half listened, and half watched their surroundings. There were a lot of people
walking around, but they all seemed distracted, and the stores she could see
had workers in the doorways, mostly standing and watching the passersby.
ÒSo
theyÕre fighting over that? What the hell do you want me to do?Ó Dar said. ÒWhat makes you think that?Ó
Kerry
spotted their team coming out from the entrance to the subway. She waved at
them, catching ScuzzyÕs eye and smiled as they changed direction to come over
to where she and Dar were standing.
ÒHereÕs the rest of the gang, hon.Ó
ÒI
think thatÕs a crock of bullshit.Ó Dar said. ÒIÕll head over there, but only
because I want to see the datapath. If youÕre still there wasting time then
IÕll see you but I hope you get
your head out of your ass and get working before then.Ó
Kerry
patted her partnerÕs hip. ÒEasy, tiger.Ó
Dar
closed the phone abruptly and clipped it back on her pocket as the rest of the
crew arrived. ÒJackasses.Ó She muttered.
ÒDid you find a route?Ó She asked the gang.
ÒWe
found a lot of mad people.Ó Shaun said. ÒBoy, people get pissed off when you
ask dumb questions in the subway around here.Ó He said. ÒThey even got mad at
her.Ó He indicated Scuzzy, who nodded.
ÒOkay.
Well, IÕd like to ride from here back to where they have to drop the line into
the tunnels.Ó Dar said. ÒTheyÕve got some kind of hangup somewhere up there
about the cable they want to talk to me about.Ó
ÒWhat
kind of trouble were they giving you, Shaun?Ó Kerry asked. ÒWhat were you guys
asking?Ó
ÒJust
where the tunnels met and stuff like that. YouÕd have thought we were asking
for the presidentÕs fax number.Ó
Shaun said. ÒTheyÕre just freaking tunnels. What did they think we were
going to do, set a bomb off in them?Ó
Everyone
fell silent after he finished talking, looking at each other awkwardly as the
words penetrated.
ÒWell,
ya know..Ó Scuzzy murmured.
ÒThey
might have thought just that.Ó Dar
finished, quietly. ÒLetÕs go
folks. We found the drop and
MarkÕs going to work on getting our end of this set up. We might as well find out how far
theyÕve gotten before he goes to too much trouble.Ó
ÒWe
can take the six.Ó Scuzzy said.
ÒIÕm sure theyÕre up past Brooklyn Bridge station already.Ó She added. ÒWe can walk, or take
the 8th Ave up to the 53rd.Ó
Dar
eyed her. ÒYou pick.Ó She said. ÒNone of the rest of us know what the hell
youÕre talking about.Ó She
added. ÒBut since the cableÕs
probably going to have to come from underground, we should go the same route.Ó
ÒYou
got it.Ó Scuzzy turned and motioned them back the way theyÕd come from. ÒLetÕs
get a move on, people. We got
trains to catch.Ó
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