Chapter 6
Back in the Office
Officer Sinclair was in the office once again, in the roll call room. It was the only area other than the showers at the back of the station house that could hold all the people in the place. Sinclair looked around, and saw the blooded men, camo stained coveralls, and haunted looks on their faces. One of them was silent, his eyes off in the distance, tears coming down his face without a sound coming out of his mouth. Across from him though, sat Hayward, who was calmly cleaning his SKS. He had a cold steely look in his eyes as he cleaned the rifle. His well tanned hands, and arms flexed slightly as he ran a rag up and down the weapon.
"I'm runnin' low on ammo. Only about 100 rounds left."
"You don't have more?"
"Oh, I do, I have a whole case, but it's in my home. Atleast I have ammo for my Springfield," he said, pointing at an XD-40 laying on the chair next to him.
"What exactly did you do in Iraq, Damon?"
"I was a Designated Marksman."
"Give me a moment," said Sinclair. He stood up, and walked over to McClintock.
Hayward looked over at him, as he cleaned, and a few minutes later, McClintock came over to him, holding an AR-15 with a Trijicon 4x scope. "I heard about how you did at the church. And that you area Designated Marksman. And well, that you are running low on ammo, so here is a full length AR-15. It should be up to snuff I hope."
Hayward looked at the weapon, then reached to hold it. He looked through the sites, checked the chamber, and aimed to a point on the wall. Then, he brought it to port arms, and said, "Thankyou. It's a fine weapon."
"We'll hook you up with a good ammount of ammo when we get ready to roll again." said McClintock.
Just then, they heard loud groans from the back of the station house. Several deputies stood up and ran over to the place they were being heard from, behind the roll call room, and the main offices, pistols in hand.
Then, Sinclair heard several gunshots. The whole room began to lock and load, and several cops armed with shotguns got in front of the door. A blood splattered Sgt. McClintock came through the room, "Put those away. Put those away. Listen up you apes. How many of you think you might have been bitten?"
On guy stood up, and walked over to Sinclair, and put a fairly obvious bite mark on his arm about five feet from McClintock's face. He looked at it and nodded. "Anyone else?" he asked.
No one came forward. "Good, restrain this man!" he yelled, a couple of deputies coming up and grabbing him, tacling him, and cuffing him.
"Take him away. I'll talk to him later."
"Look, people. This disease travels through mucous membranes, through your mouth, eyes, nose. It also is bloodbourne. If you get bitten, we have to assume you are infected. You see, we had several bitten deputies back in the shower. Several of them died, and came back, and we had to take 'em out. If you get bitten, you are on borrowed time, until they find a cure. Do you understand? Report any bite mark, immediately. Elsewise, you are a threat to everyone around you."
"But, that means you could end up shooting us?" asked a recently sworn in deputy.
"Yeah. It does. But not until you turn. We don't know when the government will bring in scientists to help out. So we aren't gonna plug anyone until they turn. Ya' got me? Look, we can't risk an infection here.You gotta realize, Phoenix, Scottsdale, all the big cities here. They won't respond except sporadically. We believe the mayor is dead, and we aren't sure about the Governor yet. So you have to be honest."
Once McClintock left, the room began to murmur about the latest standing order.
Sinclair turned to Hayward, and said, "Well, I knew it was coming."
"I was just thinking about the borrowed time comment."
"What about it?"
"We're all on borrowed time now," he said, still looking at his new rifle.
Military Options
Claire Damon was aboard AirForce One, along with the Joint Chiefs, and the Secretary of Defense, John Conryn. She looked over at John, and then at the Joint Chiefs, and said, "Look, I've declared a state of emergency. According to the CIA, well, this is worldwide. South America has been infected at extremely high rates, and about the only countries which even are close to being okay are Venezuela, Cuba, and Bolivia. Apparently, Hugo Chavez activated his "People's Milita" and they've been on the border exterminating anything that tries to cross. Cuba shut itself off to the world, and Bolivia put up a qurantine zone using the mountains for protection.
Switzerland is the only European country that is holdign it's own. France, Germany, England where I just came from. It's, well, civilization as we know it is ending."
She paused, looked up at the presentation screen in the small "conference room" and said, "And, well, the Chinese Embassy just informed me they are going to nuke several cities in their own country, and they just wanted us to know so they can avoid a nuclear war."
"They didn't tell us exactly when though."
"I want to know the military options."
The Generals and Admirals looked at each other, and General Isaac Stapleton, the General of the Army spoke up and said, "Well, Mrs. President. The problem is assets. Most of the regular Army right now is stationed in either Iraq, Afghanistan, or along the Korean border. We don't have but 30,000 troops in the whole Continental United States. As for our ability to strike, well, strike what? And how. We don't know who has been left alive and who is dead. We also don't know how many of our bases are still uncompromised."
"I want answers, General!" screamed the President. "Not excuses."
"Well, Mrs. President," said the Admiral of the Navy. "We have an almost 100% capability. The Pacific Carrier Group was doing maneuvers off the coast of Hawai'i, and I called them back, they are currently en route to the Pacific Coast, about to rendezvous with the forces docked in San Diego Harbour. We have basically everything on that incoming Carrier Group at your dispossal."
"What can you do, Admiral?"
"Well, we do have several nuclear weapons available. Um, Daisycutters, we have about 2,000 Marines. And a SEAL team. The nukes we have are B-61 variable yield bombs. Called "Dial a yield" basically we can set it high enough to destroy a city, or to destroy just a small portion of one. The Daisy Cutters are powerfull enough to act as a very small tactical nuke without the radiation. We have plenty of air assets. Um, just various forces."
"We cannot nuke a major US city. Atleast. We cannot as of yet. Look folks, I want intel. General Butler," she said to the Air Force General, Robert Butler. "I want you to get some spy planes up above US cities, and get NORAD satellites to track over and tell me what you see."
The General nodded. "Look, I also want you to advise me as to assistance to Mexican and Canadian forces. We will need to throw assistance their way. I'm going to contact the SecGen of the United Nations, and see if there are any assets we can get loaned to us."
And, "I'll talk to you all later, let's say, in an hour."
The President walked out, and the Generals began to make calls.
Then, about ten minutes later, the President walked right back in the room. She had a grave look on her face. "Gentlemen, I have just been informed, the Chinese cities of Nanking, Shanghai, and Fujian have been destroyed by high yield nuclear devices."