Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 30 Biff Number Four Aftermath
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Thursday, June 7, 2007 (Continued)
Being the responsible people they were, the reporters agreed to keep the news secret to avoid panicking The People, instead quietly phoning The Authorities to report the presence of a nuclear bomb in downtown... - Oops! I appeared to have slipped into a weird parallel dimension (correction: an "opposite dimension"). Wait a second while I pull myself back to reality.
I'm back now. As a general rule, DC-based political reporters don't know a great deal about nuclear physics - or much else come to that, although they do have encyclopedic knowledge of all the bars in central DC and they dress very well - but the morning's news about the F-15s crashing into the Weapons Storage Area at Minot AFB had made them all aware that Minot's WSA stored nuclear weapons. That fact plus the tone of the Guardian Angel's note added up to an EXTREMELY disturbing possibility. Some of the reporters owned handheld gizmos which were capable of accessing the internet (for email purposes rather than fact-checking, because they're POLITICAL reporters). The vans had laptops with internet access, and all the reporters had cellphones to call their studios: "Hi, it's Sandy here. Can you google 'W80' for me please. What is it? 'A small thermonuclear warhead'? Okay, thanks. By the way, can I put in for some vacation time please? I'm thinking of taking a trip to Fiji. Right now works for me."
Meanwhile the cameramen had been doing their job. They'd missed the package's silent arrival in the plaza, but they'd filmed the casing sitting there, the Guardian Angel's appearance, and the reporters floating toward the note. Some of the cameramen had zoomed in on the note before it became obscured by reporters' legs. Some of the reporters had pretty legs, so the cameras tended to linger on those as there was nothing else to film.
Then the heads on top of the pretty legs found out what a W80 was, so the pretty legs, and the other legs too, turned away and RAN! The heads screaming, "It's a BOMB! A NUCLEAR BOMB! RUN!"
Being the responsible people they were, the network producers getting the live camera feeds decided to keep the news secret to avoid panicking The People, instead quietly phoning The Authorities to report the presence of... - Oops! That damned opposite dimension got me again.
The public had the right to know and it'd make for FANTASTIC ratings, so all across the country: "NEWSFLASH! NEWSFLASH! BREAKING NEWS! We have unconfirmed reports that moments ago the Guardian Angel deposited an as yet unexploded nuclear bomb in Freedom Plaza, central Washington DC, a short distance from the White House. Repeat: There is an as yet UNEXPLODED NUCLEAR BOMB IN CENTRAL DC! We cross live to our reporter on the spot, Sandy Johnson. Sandy? Are you there, Sandy?..."
Not everyone ran away, as some of them didn't or wouldn't believe it could be what it seemed to be, so some of the networks continued to get live feeds. Cameramen are pretty staunch guys, standing next to a nuclear bomb requiring more than your average degree of staunchness. Most of the networks were able to 'reassure' - while actually scaring the shit out of - the people that the unconfirmed nuclear bomb was just sitting there.
Despite the reassurances, it would be fair to say that it was NOT "work as normal" in DC. Many people, then even more people as the report gained confirmation, then hundreds of thousands of people, and then pretty much everyone else, fled the city. That was especially true of the inhabitants of the central city, most of them getting about twenty feet before gridlock stopped their cars. Some people in other cities even fled those cities, just out of panic.
The networks showed the note, explaining that it was a FUTURE threat. That probably kept some people from fleeing, but it didn't seem that way judging by the videos of the bumper-to-bumper conditions on the streets and highways out of DC.
I hadn't bothered finding out whether the President was in the White House today. I didn't want to take any risk by asking or snooping for that information, especially as it didn't really matter. He'd understand the warning just as clearly whether he was in his office or not. As it happened, he wasn't in the Oval Office when the newsflashes intruded on normal programming, but he was having a meeting elsewhere in the White House. It only took seconds for the White House to get confirmation that W80s look like the picture they were staring at, and that the five serial numbers matched those of warheads that were supposed to be in Minot's armory. That was enough to utterly disrupt the President's schedule for the day. The Secret Service GRABBED him, and he was outta there as fast as they could get Marine One onto the lawn.
The secret service agents, the pilots and the President were shitting themselves during the evacuation because Archangel Michael had warned the guards at Andrews AFB that the President shouldn't fly if Archangel Michael was unhappy. Recent events had provided the more astute analysts with a good hint that the Guardian Angel was probably unhappy, but by helicopter was the only way to evacuate the President fast enough to get him outside the blast radius of a nuclear bomb that was effectively parked on his front lawn. Everyone on the helicopter was very happy to be leaving ground zero, but they also knew all too well how their helicopter would do in a Marine One vs. Guardian Angel dogfight. There was also the VERY real possibility that the angel had done what it'd done specifically to get the President into a helicopter. There were VERY scared people in the chopper.
The President could have hidden in an underground safe room, but the angel apparently had four more W80s and no one wanted the President to be in a known location given the angel's letter's enthusiastic repeating of "detonate W80 near that organization's ultimate leader." It had waltzed through Air Force bases completely indifferent to every weapon fired at it, and had obtained the W80s out of security equivalent to what the President would be hiding in, so no one thought the angel would have any trouble dropping a warhead at the President's feet if those were left in a known location. The President had to FLEE!
The other workers whose actions are worthy of note were a couple dozen of the FBI agents in the J. Edgar Hoover Building just a quarter mile down the street from the Freedom Plaza. They RAN up the street and surrounded the warhead, sending pictures of its ID plate back to the office, and standing guard.
The Government keeps sophisticated Geiger counters on hand in case of something like this, several of which were at FBI headquarters. The nearby Secret Service has them too, but the FBI got theirs to the bomb first. It only took moments for the FBI to verify that the casing contained radioactive material, and still the agents stood guard. They might know that they were safe from casual radiation - the same as I'd been safe to fly around with five of them - but they didn't know whether the Guardian Angel had rigged it to explode at any moment. They had to have big balls to stand guard over it.
[[They were "protecting the United States of America". Ironically that's the same attitude that had caused this mess. The UAV had been stationed over our home because the FBI considered they had the right and need to "protect America" from Archangel Michael initially, and then the Guardian Angel. National loyalty, combined with the arrogances of sovereignty and unaccountable power had caused them to do as they saw fit, with little regard to having to face any consequences for it.]]
That the serial numbers matched and the casing contained radioactive material meant the shit had well and truly hit the fan. The biggest possible size of fan and truckloads of shit.
The Government had contingency plans for a nuclear bomb being smuggled into the city, so they put those plans into action. Some parts of those plans were easy to carry out, such as the evacuation of essential personnel, fetching the right sort of bomb squad, putting the Air Force on high alert in case it had to go bomb another country, scrambling lots of fighters so they could scream back and forth over the city to look impressive, reviewing the videotapes from security cameras to find out who'd left the bomb (that was a little tricky in this case), and a whole multitude of other actions.
[The videotape did eventually result in the tag of the motorcycle I'd used being traced, as were the tags of every vehicle within a thousand feet of Freedom Plaza. That motorcycle's tags led investigators to its registered owner, a member of the Allentown chapter of the MS-13 gang. It had a very bad reputation and an ambition to be the biggest, baddest gang in America. There was a mutually disagreeable conversation between the Allentown Bad Boys and the Washington Serious Men. The Serious Men won and the full story of how the bike had gone missing emerged. The investigators considered it sufficiently angel-like for that to be the most likely explanation of how the bomb had been delivered. The investigative discovery didn't make any more real progress, getting stuck on questions like "Why would the Guardian Angel choose to travel by motorcycle?", "Who was the fat guy on the bike?", "Can the Guardian Angel possess people like Archangel Michael claimed he could?"]
Part of the Government's contingency plan called for trying to capture the culprits. Sealing all the exits from the city would be ideal, but the Government knew that hundreds of thousands, or possibly millions, of Washingtonians would disagree with not being allowed to flee. Roadblocks were put in place, with vehicles and people being tested for trace radiation before being allowed to proceed.
I'd suspected that I might be sealed in by roadblocks, a suspicion that was confirmed by the sight blob I had scouting ahead. I saw the cops in plenty of time for me to turn away before they saw me. I'd seen that they were waving a wand-type thing at people and it wasn't hard to guess what it was. Having spent several hours in the close company of five nuclear warheads I doubted I'd come up clean, but even if I'd been sure I would, I couldn't go through the roadblock. I didn't have any ID with me and I didn't want to lift my visor or remove my helmet because Ron Fisher/Mark Anderson was too well known.
With a sight blob a few hundred feet above me, it was easy for me to navigate away. Being on a motorcycle helped too, although they're not as good at dodging traffic as flying sleds.
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