Chapters (35)
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Part One
- Chaptter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Part Two
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- About the Author
The head of the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) had been called to the meeting. He arrived during the satellite display, but remained silent out of deference to the more senior officers. But, seeing the science adviser overcome by emotion, he stood to report on the next target—Seattle.
“If I may, ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “we expect the situation in Seattle and the Pacific Northwest to be very much like that in San Francisco. A wall of water between one thousand and fifteen hundred feet in height will flood Puget Sound at approximately two tomorrow morning. Bremerton will be destroyed. The Boeing Aircraft factory, which is in a low area between Seattle and Tacoma, will be destroyed, which means that all equipment, along with the jet transports currently in production, will also be destroyed.
“Fortunately, we have time to organize a massive evacuation of the population in that area using private vehicles and military vehicles provided by the combined armed forces. If Secretary McGovern is able to restore power in the region soon, I’m confident we can effectuate an eighty percent evacuation. However, without electric power, the gasoline pumps will not be working, and transportation will be effectively halted.”
There was a brief stir in the room and several loud comments, but the director of FEMA went on. “Especially troubling at this point are the numbers of confirmed reports of people who have died of heart attacks brought on by the fear and panic that we all must be feeling today. There are tens of thousands of them, and the hospitals are jammed to capacity. They are working off auxiliary power, but they can only continue for a limited time under these conditions.”
The secretary of agriculture spoke up. “Take us back to California for a moment, will you, sir? My people tell me that the crops in the San Joaquin Valley north and south of Fresno from Modesto to Bakersfield are already gone from the heat. Heaven knows what will happen if saltwater floods those farms. It may be years before they’re producing again.”
“It’s the same story in Oregon and eastern Washington, Mr. Secretary,” said the director. “Fruit trees are dying, and the land there is bone-dry.”
The agriculture secretary paused, then asked, “Even if you can get them out, how are you planning to feed the hundreds of thousands of people streaming inland from the San Francisco Bay and Puget Sound areas? What about shelter? Toilet facilities? This thing could get to be as bad as that mess in Rwanda a few years ago.”
“It’s difficult to imagine the magnitude of the problems we’re facing, Mr. Secretary,” the director of FEMA answered. “We were set up to deal with isolated emergencies as a supplement to existing infrastructures. Tonight, we will be forced to deal with hundreds of thousands of desperate people, many of them armed. We must evacuate them with a complete absence of electrical power.