by James Hunt
Broken Lives
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Table of Contents
Broken Lives
Six Months Before the EMP Blast
Day 20 After the Blackout (The Cabin)
Six Months after the EMP Blast
Day 21 (Cincinnati)
Day 23 (Carrollton)
Day 23 (Cincinnati)
Day 24 (Carrollton)
Six Months After the Blackout
Cincinnati (Day 25)
Day 25 (Columbus)
Six Months After Blackout
Day 26 Cincinnati
Day 27 (Cincinnati)
Six Months After the Blackout
Day 28 (Cincinnati)
Day 56 (Cincinnati)
Six Months After the Blackout
Six Months Before the EMP Blast
Dr. Wyatt’s knee bounced nervously under the desk. The Senate committee would be entering any minute. He kept glancing around, his gaze never staying on one item for too long. The building itself was simple, yet grandiose. It had the stale scent of wood, but the overwhelming sense of power.
His mouth felt dry. He reached for the glass of water and the condensation rolled down the glass and onto his tie. He drank too fast and coughed, spilling some of the water on the files on the desk.
“Damn it,” he said.
The senators entered and took their places while Dr. Wyatt brushed the water off the file with a napkin. Once the senators had taken their seats, the sergeant at arms called everyone to attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the Vice President of the United States of America,” he said.
Dr. Wyatt shot out of his chair quicker than the rest of the building. The vice president took his spot at the center of the table, and once he was seated everyone else sat down.
The vice president smacked the gavel on the desk, calling everyone to order.
“Today’s hearing will be discussing the budgetary needs of the nation’s main utility functions. We will hear from one of the EPA’s representatives and the results of his research. Dr. Wyatt, you have the floor,” the vice president said.
Dr. Wyatt took a breath and leaned into the microphone. Feedback squealed and the entire room covered their ears. Dr. Wyatt flushed red.
“Thank you, Mr. Vice President,” Wyatt said. “Senators and guests, I have spent the past eight months reviewing our nation’s security measures for our basic utility functions and the results that I’ve found are disturbing.”
Dr. Wyatt was able to save his notes from the water spill, and he flipped to the first page.
“We’ll start with our water utilities for the eastern hub of the country, as you can see on page two ther—”
“Dr. Wyatt, this committee has not received a copy of your research,” the vice president said.
“Oh, I uh… I thought I had my assistant—”
“Your assistant did not provide us with any of the information prior to this meeting.”
Dr. Wyatt loosened the collar around his neck. He felt hot, uncomfortable. All eyes were on him, waiting for an explanation. When it didn’t come the vice president let out a sigh, looking frustrated.
“Dr. Wyatt, the purpose of this committee is to assess our nation’s utility needs, not to waste the time and resources of our taxpayers by coming unprepared.”
“Of course, Mr. Vice President. That’s not what I was attempting to do.”
“I move we adjourn here and reconvene at a later time when Dr. Wyatt has the courtesy to provide us with the data he allegedly collected over the past eight months.”
Just before the vice president reached for his gavel Dr. Wyatt grabbed the microphone.
“Mr. Vice President, putting this meeting off would be detrimental to national security.”
The room went into a quiet murmur. Senators, political aids, and members of the press whispered to their neighbors.
“Dr. Wyatt, it’s unwise to casually mention the threat of national security in today’s climate in a forum such as this,” the vice president said.
Dr. Wyatt closed the report in front of him. He knew whatever he said next wouldn’t just have an effect on his career but on the entire country as well.
“Our entire national utility infrastructure is at risk. Power and water utilities are completely exposed and if we don’t invest in the resources necessary to protect them, then this country will be sent back to the Stone Age,” Dr. Wyatt said.
“Congress has passed laws to help strengthen our national security and assess all threats to utilities and develop countermeasures to ensure the safety of our nation’s people,” the vice president responded.
“If you’re referring to the Homeland Security Presidential Directives, then I’m sorry to say those measures are nowhere near the level of preparedness that we need. It will only take the demolition of nine power substations around the country and we would be without power for months, possibly over a year, and that’s not even taking into consideration the probability of an EMP attack.”
“There isn’t a known EMP device powerful enough to take out our nation’s power grid, Dr. Wyatt.”
“It doesn’t just have to do with the size or range of the device; you also have to take into consideration the placement of detonation. If an EMP bomb was detonated in the atmosphere over the Midwest the effects of the blast would be felt around the entire country.”
The vice president started to laugh.
“Doctor, what you’re proposing is a missile launch over US soil. If such a missile was launched our air defense systems would be able to handle it.”
“Not if the launch happened internally.”
The vice president’s expression turned from dismissive to impatient. He gripped the microphone on the desk and moved in close.
“Dr. Wyatt, your tone is neither amusing nor welcome. The idea of a missile launching on US soil against its own citizens isn’t just preposterous, it’s treasonous,” the vice president said.
“If we don’t prepare for all possible scenarios then this country will be sent back to the days of horse-drawn carriages and steam engines.”
Dr. Wyatt’s chest was heaving, trying to catch his breath from the anger welling up inside. The press snapped a few pictures before the vice president finally spoke.
“This hearing is in recess until Dr. Wyatt can give us the documented facts of his allegations and present them in a more professional manner.”
The vice president slammed the gavel on the table, ending the session. Dr. Wyatt’s eyes closed when he heard that sound. However long this “recess” was going to last was time he knew the country couldn’t afford. Every minute that ticked by was one less to help prepare.
A few of the reporters came up to him, barking questions, but he didn’t hear what they said. The only sound left was the ringing of the gavel still lingering in his ears.
When the cleaning crew came in he was asked to leave. He didn’t want to though. He knew the world outside would call him eccentric, or a fearmonger, trying to panic the American people.
Outside, the Capitol building was buzzing with tour
ists running around snapping pictures on the Capitol steps. He walked around to the National Mall and he could see the Washington Monument protruding into the sky. Just beyond that the lights were turning on in the Lincoln Memorial.
The construction of those buildings was a testament to the human spirit, the will to go on; it renewed his strength to keep pushing. The men who made those monuments were the embodiment of this nation’s endurance, of its reason.
It was hard for him to imagine a world where that voice of reason was snuffed out by the fear and hypocrisy of politicians. Whatever fate awaited him after today’s events wouldn’t be as bad as that to come if men like the vice president remained in power.
“I was wondering when you’d come out of there.”
Dr. Wyatt turned around. Walking toward him was a tall, well-dressed man. The cut of his suit suggested wealth, but the manner in which he wore it gave him an air of power.
“I’m sorry. Can I help you?” Dr. Wyatt asked.
“I hope so. My name’s Bram Thorn.”
“What can I do for you, Mr. Thorn?”
“Please, call me Bram.”
“Okay, what can I do for you, Bram?”
“Those comments you made in the Senate hearing today were bold, but I don’t think you got your point across.”
“Those hearings were closed to the general public. The only people allowed to attend were government officials and the press, so which one are you?”
“I’m like you, Dr. Wyatt. A kindred spirit in trying to bring awareness to our nation’s weaknesses.”
“Well, in that case it looks like you’re the only friend I have right now.”
“Then perhaps you could give your friend a few minutes of your time.”
***
Bram’s office had the same opulence as the car that drove Dr. Wyatt there. The office was small, but whatever it lacked in size it made up for in location. It was on the top floor of a high-rise in downtown Washington, DC. The view was spectacular. You could see some of DC’s most notable sites: the Capitol Building, Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, and The White House.
“One of the reasons I bought the place,” Bram said.
“Did you know they stopped construction on the Washington Monument for over two decades? When they went to finish it they had to use another type of marble. It’s one of my favorite monuments,” Dr. Wyatt said.
“The storms of winter must blow and beat upon it… the lightnings of Heaven may scar and blacken it. An earthquake may shake its foundations… but the character which it commemorates and illustrates is secure.”
“Who wrote that?”
“It was a speech written by Robert Winthrop at the dedication ceremony of the Washington Monument. Please, have a seat.”
A group of chairs surrounded a small coffee table in the center of the office. As he set his bag down a young man entered.
“Can I get you anything, Dr. Wyatt? Something to eat or drink?” the young man asked.
“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”
“I’ll take an iced tea, Trent,” Bram said.
Trent left, leaving Bram and Dr. Wyatt alone.
“I’m glad you could make time for me today,” Bram said.
“Well, you were a hard man to say no to, what with the phone calls, and e-mails, and the car that you sent to come and pick me up.”
“I know what I want, Dr. Wyatt.”
Trent came back with the iced tea and set it on a coaster on the table, then left.
“What is it that you do, Mr. Thorn, I-I mean, Bram?” Dr. Wyatt asked.
“A few years ago I engineered a new piece of software that protected financial information. That success led me to expand into the development of hardware. Today my company is the fifth-largest microprocessor manufacturer in the country, and we continue to grow.”
“I can see that.”
Dr. Wyatt took another glance around the office. The place had a simple elegance to it. The office was neither intimidating nor excessive; it was powerfully quiet.
There were a few pictures on the walls. Most of them looked as though they were from the company’s first few days. There were also a couple of ribbon-cutting ceremonies for factories, personal vacations around the world, and one with him in military fatigues surrounded by military personnel.
“What branch?” Dr. Wyatt asked.
“Marines.”
“How long did you serve?”
Bram’s mouth curved into a taut smile.
“Too long,” Bram answered, and then broke the tension with a small chuckle. “My back still isn’t the same from lugging that pack around.”
“Bram, I have to be honest with you. I’m not sure you want to be associated with me after yesterday’s events. Aggravating the vice president like I did isn’t the best career advancer. If you’re looking for someone to help with producing funds, or getting an inside scoop on any appropriations in the technology industry, I’m afraid I won’t be of much use.”
“Dr. Wyatt, I didn’t bring you here because of your tenure with working in government. Your talents far exceed any politician’s. I read your research. It was very thorough.”
“So, you’re looking for a consultant?”
“A partner.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“The hardware my company produces is useless without the utilities to power it. If the country’s grid goes down, so does my business.”
“Mr. Thorn, I feel I must tell you that even with the small chance that the results of my research do get approved, it’ll take years before the security measures are put into place, and by the time that happens there could be new threats that arise. Our legislative process is just too slow.”
“And that’s why I need your help. Our elected officials have done nothing but prolong the inevitable.”
“And what is that?”
“Our fall from being a world power.”
“Mr. Thorn, I’m afraid I can’t help you with that.”
Bram set the iced tea down on the table and reached for his inside jacket pocket. He pulled out a card and handed it to Dr. Wyatt.
“If you change your mind,” Bram said.
Dr. Wyatt took the card hesitantly. He shook Bram’s hand and headed for the door.
“We could do a lot, Dr. Wyatt,” Bram said.
Dr. Wyatt gave him a nod and Trent escorted him out.
***
When he arrived home, Dr. Wyatt flicked on the living room light and set his bag on the couch. His apartment was modest. The living room was filled to the brim with books and papers spread across every surface.
The research from his work on the national utilities was in the same spot he left it when he arrived home yesterday: the trash.
He rescued it from under an empty soup can and set the wrinkled and bound papers on his desk. He pressed the pages down, trying to smooth them out, then flipped through his work, remembering the countless hours spent collecting the data, analyzing it, and coming up with solutions that could solve the problems found.
“All for nothing,” Dr. Wyatt said, dropping them back on the desk.
Maybe Bram was right. The politicians were the root of the problem. There wasn’t any place for knowledge or facts, not when favors and political pull overrode everything.
His fingers ran along the edges of Bram’s business card in his pocket. He touched the corners, letting the paper dig into his skin. Finally, he pulled the card out and held it under the lamp on his desk, the gold letters shining in the light.
Dr. Wyatt’s eyes kept moving from the card to his phone. The conflict was burning inside him. He wanted to call, but was afraid of what that meant. He’d spent his entire life working for the government in the belief that he was making a difference, but now, there seemed to be no difference at all.
His fingers found the keypad on the phone and when he heard the ringing on the other line he felt his pulse quicken. Within three rings he heard not the voice of Tr
ent but Bram himself. It wasn’t something he expected.
“Mr. Thorn? Yes, right, Bram… I was wondering if your offer was still on the table?... Great. When can we get started?”
Day 20 After the Blackout (The Cabin)
Mike opened Freddy’s door. His son was sound asleep, just as he’d been every morning when he checked on him. Mike liked watching him rest. Whatever peace Freddy had in those moments Mike felt a part of.
“Dad.”
Kalen stood behind him in the hallway. He gave her a nod and closed Freddy’s door. His daughter was up with him every morning for the past week. The scars and bruises on her face were almost healed. Aside from a few lumps and a little discoloring you couldn’t tell she was almost beaten to death.