Rogue Wave

by Boyd Morrison

  "It's spooky," Tyler said.

  "That's just the emergency lights. Do you know how they work?"

  Tyler shook his head no.

  Rachel explained it to him, keeping the children distracted with trivia about the hotel as they climbed.

  Chapter 39

  11:41 AM

  6 minutes to Second Wave

  Given all of the impediments they had encountered up to this point, Kai had no reason to expect that their luck would improve. He was convinced that if they simply found a jack and pried Brad and Mia out from under the steel beam, there wouldn't be time to escape to a taller building. They would all be caught in the ten-story condominium when the next tsunami hit.

  But seeing the scuba shop, he felt a rush of optimism. If he could find what he was looking for in the ruined shop, they might be able to buy themselves more time.

  That was, of course, if the condo building could withstand another tsunami impact. Kai had no illusions about their chances, but the only other option was to leave Brad and Mia to their fates, and he wouldn't even contemplate that.

  Lani, Teresa, and Tom went with Kai to search. He had considered sending Lani and Tom toward high ground on their own, but at this point, the thought of Lani fending for herself was frightening. Kai wanted her with him where he could keep an eye on her. And sending Tom off by himself, injured, seemed like a poor idea. Besides, Kai needed their help to gather supplies. They would have to survive with whatever they could carry in one trip; they wouldn't have time for a second. They couldn't spare anyone to stay with Brad and Mia, but at least the two of them had each other.

  When they got outside, Kai divided up the group, dispatching Teresa on a search for as many car jacks as she could find. At least two, maybe three if she could carry them. Tom and Lani would accompany Kai to the scuba shop.

  The street by the condo looked like Sarajevo during the worst years of the Balkan war. Pieces of wood, metal, concrete, vegetation, and, worst of all, human bodies littered the pavement and sidewalks. Cars and other vehicles had been thrown into every conceivable orientation, many of them smashed beyond recognition. One car, a Mini, defied gravity, hovering twenty feet above the ground, skewered like a kebob by a steel pole jutting out of the second story of a building.

  But most surprisingly, several people wandered the streets unscathed. Kai supposed he shouldn't have been amazed that if he had survived, others would have as well, but the utter devastation made it difficult to believe anyone else had lived through it.

  An Asian woman babbling in some language Kai didn't recognize led a boy of about ten toward a hotel and disappeared through the front door. Several teenagers emerged from another hotel and began running wildly in the direction of the mountains. Two people on a tenth-floor balcony about 200 yards away waved to them.

  A man, sopping wet and completely naked except for a pair of running shoes, darted up to them and said, "Where's Emily?"

  "Who?" Kai said, dumbfounded.

  The naked man grabbed Kai's shirt and yanked Kai toward him. "Emily. Have you seen her?"

  Kai looked at the others, who were as shocked as he was. He shook his head, and without another word, the man released him and kept going down the street, peering into every open doorway and window. Kai could only guess that he had been caught by the tsunami with his girlfriend or wife or daughter. The tragedy grew in Kai's mind all the time.

  "Don't stop to talk to anyone else," he said, and the rest of them understood what he meant.

  They just didn't have time to help others. It was now the law of the jungle. Every man for himself. The thought that civilized behavior could degenerate so rapidly was sobering to Kai, but reasoning with panicked people or guiding them to safety would keep them from saving the people they loved. None of them was going to let that happen. No more needed to be said.

  Leaving Teresa to rummage through the cars, Kai and the others sprinted to where he had seen Dive Kings. As they got closer, Kai could see more clearly the extensive damage to the building that housed the shop. He wasn't encouraged by its condition.

  All of the windows below the eighth floor of the 150-foot-tall building were blown out. The street-level portion contained businesses of all kinds: an optometrist's office, a clothing store, the dive shop, and two other stores that were so obliterated Kai couldn't make out what they sold. Kai ran through the door under the Dive Kings sign and was greeted by exactly what he hoped he wouldn't see.

  The interior of the store had been completely gutted. None of the store's original complement of supplies remained. Instead, it had been replaced by junk swept into the store by the wave. Chairs, garbage cans, and minor bits of scrap littered the floor. The only recognizable bit from the shop was a PADI plaque that had been nailed to the wall.

  "No!" Kai cried in frustration. "There's got to be something!"

  He began to toss the refuse around, looking under it for the scuba tanks and other equipment that he had imagined would be their lifesavers. But with each piece he threw aside, his hope ebbed further.

  Then Lani pointed at something Kai hadn't noticed in his frenzied search.

  "Dad. There's another door."

  Along the back wall of the store, a large plywood sheet had been slammed against the wall, covering the door. Only a sliver of the door and the doorknob showed. Kai pulled the plywood, which had dug into the sheetrock, and it clattered to the floor, revealing an undamaged handle. He pushed the door open, and his hope was rewarded.

  The plywood had kept the back room of the shop from getting washed away. At the opposite end of the room stood a metal emergency door that was still intact. It opened outward, so the receding water hadn't been able to push it open.

  Nevertheless, the room was still wet from floor to ceiling. That was fortunate. If the room had been water tight, the pressure from the water outside would have been far greater than the air in the room, and the water would have blasted the doors inward, sweeping everything away. But something had equalized the pressure, and Kai saw the source. A rivulet of water drained through a three-foot-wide hole near the floor. It might have been where the pole propping up the Mini made its first stab.

  Some of the room's contents must have been carried out through the hole, but Kai had hit the jackpot he desperately wanted to find. The room was a tangled mess of air tanks, hoses, buoyancy compensators, weight belts, and everything else needed for diving. Kai stole a look at his watch. Five minutes.

  "OK. We're going to be out of here in 90 seconds. We need three air tanks, three air hoses, and some nylon rope. Make sure the hoses have two regulators on them. There are six of us."

  "You mean, we're going to scuba dive?" Lani said.

  "Get to work," Kai said, picking up the closest air tank and screwing a loose air hose onto it. "It's Brad and Mia's only chance. We can't get them out and up to a safe height in another building in time. We're going to have to ride out the next wave. That's why we need the rope."

  Kai saw Tom following his lead, screwing a hose onto another tank.

  "You've done this before?" Kai said.

  "I'm certified. Logged 20 hours."

  "Good. Make sure it's pressurized. We can't come back if we find out the tank is empty."

  Lani returned with a yellow nylon rope. Given the number of loops, Kai guessed it was about 100 feet of line.

  "This is the only one I could find."

  It would take too long to tie one long piece of rope.

  "See if you can find a dive knife. Oh! And a flashlight or two would come in handy."

  While Lani searched, Kai took a third tank and attached the last hose, activating the pressure gauge. Empty. Damn!

  He tossed it aside. Tom carried over another tank.

  "It's the last one," he said. "The valves on all the others are snapped or bent."

  Kai screwed the hose on quickly, praying that the gauge wouldn't be in the red.

  The gauge read 2000 pounds per square inch. Full. Thank God.

  "I
got a knife!" Lani said with joy.

  "And the flashlight?"

  "Just one. The bulb on the other one was smashed. I checked this one, and it works."

  "Good. We've got what we came for. Let's go."

  Kai picked up two of the tanks and staggered under the 65-pound load, while Tom carried the third with his good arm.

  As Kai ushered Lani and Tom out, he spotted something else. A yellow package about the size of a large watermelon. It had a red handle on it and the words "Pull here to inflate." It was an old life raft.

  Despite the raft's apparent age, the CO2 cartridge seemed to be new. If they couldn't get a helicopter, maybe they could float out on one of the waves. It wasn't a great idea, more of a last resort, but it was better than swimming. Kai pointed at it.

  "Lani, can you carry that, too?"

  "I think so," she said. She heaved the raft into her arms, and they scrambled out of the store.

  * * *

  Teresa tried for a car jack in the first car she saw, a Honda. The door was smashed in, so she reached into the open window and pulled on the trunk release.

  Nothing happened. She tried again with the same result. She ran around to the back and kicked at the trunk a couple of times, but it wouldn't budge.

  She knew she didn't have time to keep trying on one car, so she ran to the next one, an overturned Chevy with a crushed roof. This one looked even less promising. She skipped it.

  Finally, she got to a car that seemed hopeful. A minivan lay on its side, the rear window gone. She wriggled through it and examined the floor that was now on its side. The third row of seating was still in place, so she would have to get that out of the way. She found the release handle, and the bench seat dropped away, almost falling on her. She pushed it against the second row of seats, leaving enough room to get at the floor covering.

  Teresa pried the soaked covering off and saw what she was looking for. A gleaming copper-colored car jack was screwed into the floor pan next to the skinny spare tire.

  The jack was held in place by a wing nut that was normally easy to twist off. But while it was being tossed around, the minivan's frame had bent, tightening the nut. Teresa tried with all her strength to turn it, but it wouldn't move. She needed some leverage.

  She snaked back out of the van and looked around for anything that could be used as a lever. Ideally, she would miraculously find a pair of pliers on the ground, but that was wishful thinking. Instead, she would have to make do with what she could scrounge from the area immediately around her. That happened to be a metal chair leg. The smooth round caster still dangled from one end of it. She twisted the caster until it popped out of the leg. She also picked up a heavy piece of broken concrete. She would need something to pound with.

  When she got back in the minivan, she carefully placed the chair leg on one side of the wing nut and braced herself against the vehicle. She made sure it was not on the bolt itself. One wrong hit, and it would bend hopelessly askew.

  Teresa reared back with the concrete block and whacked it against the end of the chair leg. She felt the nut give way. In two more taps, the nut was loose enough to unscrew by hand. When it finally came off, she fumbled the jack, and it fell to the ground.

  As she bent to pick it up, she heard movement outside the car. She assumed Kai had returned from the scuba shop.

  She emerged from the minivan triumphantly holding the jack and jack handle above her head.

  "I got one!"

  But instead of Kai, she found a scruffy man with a beard that grew in uneven patches. The smell of alcohol wafted through teeth yellowed from years of smoking. His soiled T-shirt couldn't hide the enormous gut protruding over his low-hanging shorts.

  "Damn looter!" he said, slurring his words. "I knew I'd find some out here."

  Teresa lowered her hands to show she wasn't dangerous. She had dealt with patients like him many times at the hospital.

  "No! I'm not a looter."

  "You look like a looter to me. Tearing through someone's car. Stealing their stuff."

  "I need a car jack to help…"

  "Don't give me that crap! I seen it on TV. I know what to do with people like you."

  She hadn't noticed what he had been carrying in his right hand. He raised an automatic pistol and pointed it at her.

  "Please, sir," she said, "listen to me…"

  "You come with me, and we'll find the police. They'll sort you out."

  "But a tsunami is coming!"

  "Yeah, I bet you're glad it came. That way, you can take whatever you want."

  "Sir…"

  "Police!" the man began to yell. "Police! Looter! Police!"

  "Do you see any police around? There is another tsunami coming."

  "Do you think I'm stupid? Police!"

  As he continued to yell for the police, Teresa saw Kai, Tom, and Lani coming toward her from the scuba shop.

  "Kai! Get back!"

  The man spun around to see who she was yelling at. He raised the gun even higher as if to threaten this new group with it. Kai and the others were nonplussed at what was going on. All they saw was a grubby looking man holding a gun in his hand. They stopped at the gesture.

  The man, possibly unbalanced by his quick movement, possibly on purpose, triggered the gun. A crack ripped the air, and the bullet whizzed by Kai's head, pinging off a piece of metal behind him. The three of them hit the ground.

  This man was obviously unhinged, and trying to reason with him would just make things worse. And any further discussion would eat into the precious time Teresa had to somehow pry Mia free. The man was a danger not just to her, but to her daughter. She didn't hesitate. With the man facing away from her, Teresa swung the heavy metal car jack with both hands and bashed him in the back of the head.

  The effect was instant. The man dropped the gun and fell to his knees. He swayed groggily, and Teresa picked up the pistol, ejected the magazine onto the pavement, and threw the gun into a pile of debris. The man pitched forward and lay on the ground, still conscious but moaning.

  "Bitch," he slurred in a low rumble. "You hit me."

  Teresa waved to Kai.

  "Come on! I got a jack. Let's go."

  "What happened?" Kai said, rushing up to her. "What the hell is going on? Who is that guy?"

  Teresa, shaking from the rush of adrenaline, stared at the prone man, astonished at her own actions. She was a doctor, someone who was supposed to heal people, not injure them. She had never struck anyone before. But she didn't regret acting. The man had endangered her daughter.

  "I'll tell you later," she said. "Let's go get Mia and Brad."

  Chapter 40

  11:45 AM

  2 minutes to Second Wave

  On the skybridge between the Grand Hawaiian buildings, Ashley clung to Bill's shoulders as they crossed from the Akamai tower to the Moana tower. They had been making good progress, suffering only one or two minor slips. The creaks from the walkway, however, started to occur more frequently, in part due to Bill's two-hundred-fifty-pound frame.

  "You're doing great, Ashley," Paige said, trying to keep her spirits up. She had to dig her fingernails into her palm to keep herself together. She could do nothing to help them other than to provide encouragement. "Just keep holding tight."

  The decision to send her two children off with a stranger had been agonizing for her, but she couldn't bear the thought of leaving Ashley and her husband behind. The image of Tyler nearly falling off the skybridge was burned into her memory. If anything like that happened to Ashley, she'd rather depend on herself to save her.

  As Bill was ready to take his final steps to the safety of the building, Paige heard a commotion on the other side of the bridge.

  Five college-aged men stumbled to a stop at the end of the bridge. Each of them talked in a sloppy Midwestern twang fueled by at least a twelve-pack of beer apiece.

  "Hey look," one of the guys said. "See, I told you I could see people crossing from our room."

  "Come on
," said another one. "Let's get the hell out of here."

  Before Paige and Bill could shout more than a quick "No!", all five of the drunken frat boys stepped onto the bridge. They hadn't gotten more than a few feet before one fell, dragging two of the others down with him. The impact set up a resonant motion in the already fragile skybridge. It bounced with the snapping of cables, swaying sickeningly over the courtyard below now drained of water.

  "Bill!" Paige shouted. "Jump!"

  But he wasn't going to be able to get to the Moana tower without falling, possibly losing Ashley, so he grabbed the child's arm and pulled her off his back. He swung her around and hurled the small girl into the waiting arms of Paige six feet away.

  At that moment, the center of the skybridge snapped from the added load. The two sides, still attached at the ends, fell toward their respective towers. All five of the drunken men slid off the deck and screamed until dull thuds marked their passing. Paige turned Ashley's head away so that she didn't see the resulting impacts. The opposite end of the walkway slammed against the building and then sheared off, collapsing into a pile of bent metal far below, burying the bodies.

  Bill wrapped both arms around the pillar he was holding. When his end of the bridge slammed into the tower, the floor of the walkway detached from the roof at its base, smashing into the courtyard below. But the roof, along with the vertical pillars, remained attached to the Moana tower, held on by only two surviving steel rods.

  Paige peered cautiously over the edge, fearing what she would see below. To her relief, she saw Bill still clinging to the pillar, but it was only a matter of minutes before he either lost his grip or was engulfed by the next massive tsunami.

  * * *

  Rachel had been sitting against the door of the 16th floor stairwell, trying to entertain the two children in her charge while she waited for Bill, Paige, and Ashley to join them. A check of her watch told her that they would have to be here soon or they wouldn't be coming.