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Chapters (35)
  1. Cover Page
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. Part One
  7. Chaptter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Part Two
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  35. About the Author

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the secretary of defense said, “I have no choice but to order all our state militias to full alert status to try to restore order. Madame Secretary, part of the danger to power plants that you feared is now past. I respectfully request that you have your department instruct the power companies to reactivate all power in those states as quickly as possible.”

The energy secretary nodded and walked immediately to the telephone to relay appropriate instructions.

Al Augustus addressed the science adviser. “Dr. Eisenblatt, have you been able to learn anything further about the physical circumstances at this hour?”

Eisenblatt stood. “Yes, Mr. Secretary, I have. We’ll be getting a satel lite feed momentarily, but in the meantime I can tell you that the worst disaster imaginable is now taking place all over the Western Seaboard. At this moment the tidal wave is devastating all of the coastal areas of California north of the point of impact. The surge is being contained on the east by the coastal mountain range. However, it is being channeled toward the north at tremendous speed. It will overflow Monterey Bay at approximately ten-thirty P.M., Pacific time. Then there is no doubt that it will hit San Jose, Oakland, Berkeley, and San Francisco not later than eleven P.M., perhaps sooner.

“According to documents given to me just moments ago, it appears the waves will crest at something over three thousand feet in height, which means they will most certainly demolish all man-made structures in that region. Subsequently, it is reasonable to expect massive earthquake activity in the San Francisco Bay area as well. As I indicated earlier, we must still entertain the possibility that a significant portion of the state of California may very well separate from the mainland—or perhaps submerge completely.

“On a more pleasant note, I am able to report that several Corps of Engineers units have been able to deploy their sky hook helicopters along the main roads leading north and east from the San Francisco Bay area to lift stalled vehicles off the roads and, where possible, to higher ground. The emergency relief agencies have also ordered all available city buses and major transportation equipment commandeered to complement our military vehicles to get people out of there.

“We are working in the dark at this hour,” he continued, “and against impossible odds to evacuate as many people as possible in San Francisco before the wave hits. This will sound terribly grim and I apologize, but if we are lucky, we will lose only fifty percent of the population. Of course, the bridges, the airport, the elevated highways, the subways, the downtown office buildings, the houses, and even Candlestick Park will all be destroyed.”

The distinguished older man shook his head sadly. Fatigue lines were now etched in his face. “Whatever else we may know,” he said, “this part of America is gone forever, ladies and gentlemen. Gone forever”—his voice trailed off—“forever. . . .”