Deacon wakes up takes his calendar
writes in one hundred and thirty four, circles and puts it back. He gets ready and leaves for work. When he arrives, he finds all of the other
drivers, and night loaders huddled around Will’s computer. He walks in looking perplexed.
“What’s going on? Why is everybody just standing around?”
They motion for him to join them
without breaking eye contact with the computer screen or making a sound.
As Deacon walks over to see the
computer screen, the first thing he notices is the banner moving across the
bottom of the news broadcast. The banner
reads, “Military instalations around the globe are under attack”, it is constantly
listing new bases under attack. The
reporter on the webcast keeps repeating instructions from the Government to
stay where they are. Will’s phone rings. Picking it up he begins shaking his head,
then he tells the person on the other end he will, and hangs the phone up. Will sits back in his chair, still not
looking up from the screen, he begins to tell the drivers and loaders that
local government has shut down everything.
“It appears as if none of the
trucks will be leaving the dock.”
The city erupts with the sound of
jets and sirens.
“It must just be starting here.” Will tells them as his phone rings.
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