“I’ll find more gas because I wanted out of that shit,” Wendy said and turned up the bottle of sports drink and didn’t stop until it was empty.
Rolling down her window, Wendy tossed the empty bottle out and then rolled her window back up. Looking in the rearview mirror, Wendy could see the flashes of lightning behind them as the rain finally stopped. “Girls, I want to stop and fill up, just in case we have to outrun the storm again,” Wendy said.
“Okay,” the girls said.
Not pulling over, Wendy stopped in the middle of the road. With both Noah and Ryan asleep, the three jumped out, acting like a NASCAR pit crew. The tank was topped off, all three peed and were back underway in five minutes.
When Wendy turned heading west, the twins kept their eyes scanning and looking for funnel-shaped shadows as Wendy’s fear of storms was joined by new converts.
Chapter Thirty One
It’s not wasted money, it’s only taxpayer money
Feeling the ground shake, Sarah sat up and realized she had fallen asleep in her chair. She felt the room shake and even watched a pencil roll an inch on her desk. “What the hell?” she mumbled and grabbed the phone and pressed one of the speed dial buttons.
The phone rang and rang until Sarah finally hung up and pressed another number. Like before, the phone just rang and rang. Hanging up, Sarah tried two more numbers and felt more trembles, seeing it was the entire room shaking.
Her door busted open and Sutton barged in, “The bunker is under attack!” he gasped.
Hanging up the phone, Sarah jumped up. “By who?”
“Citizens,” Sutton said out of breath, “seems this area wasn’t as secret as the government hoped. I finally got one of the guards outside to answer the radio. He said it was thousands and they had heavy equipment and are using it to get inside.”
“Bullshit! That door is ten feet of steel, if it’s an inch,” Sarah said, leaning over and tapping her keyboard.
“Sara, they aren’t digging at the door. They are digging through the concrete around it,” Sutton said as Sarah sat down, staring at her computer screens. Walking around and standing behind her, “Holy shit!” Sutton gasped.
One of the biggest bulldozers he had ever seen was rolling over the bunker, pushing up concrete as a dozen excavators dug into the concrete. A puff of smoke went off near the massive door and they felt the ground shake. “They are using explosives,” Sarah said, tapping the screen and more images started flickering on.
“That’s some of the ventilation stacks,” Sutton said, pointing at people pouring drums of liquid down the broken pipes. He didn’t need the camera to zoom in to see the red noses on many of those attacking.
“That motherfucker left us!” Sarah shouted and Sutton searched the subdivided screens until Sarah clicked and the image of Marine One lifting off the helipad filled one screen and then two identical choppers flew up beside it. The choppers turned and headed west. “Without this team, what can he do?”
“Live for a day,” Sutton answered, feeling the room shake.
They both jumped as an alarm sounded and a voice came over the intercom. “West entrance has been breached. Please proceed past section doors.”
“That’s us,” Sutton said as Sarah tapped the screen. “All that equipment was at the north entrance.”
“No, they have some at the west entrance,” Sarah said as fear gripped her. “What do we do?”
“I don’t mean to sound funny, but we need to get the hell out of here,” Sutton replied, then walked out of the room. He walked to the observation window and hit the intercom. “Move your asses, we have a mob breaking in,” Sutton called out and the group ran for the decontamination chamber.
Walking back into Sarah’s office, he saw her on the phone. “Who are you calling?” Sutton asked.
“Telling security not to close the doors into the central bunker until we get there,” Sarah snapped, hanging up and pressing another number.
Walking around the desk, Sutton took the phone from her and hung it up. “We go there, we will get infected,” Sutton told her. “You have the work backed up?”
“Yes,” Sarah said, pointing at an external hard drive.
“Take it and come on,” he said and left. Yanking the wires from the drive, Sarah took off after Sutton and found him in the changing room. “No, leave your suits on,” he said, grabbing his off the wall and tossing one at Sara.
Everyone just stared as the ground shook again. When he was suited up, Sutton looked around the room at everyone in the blue hazmat suits. “Follow me and stay close,” Sutton said, grabbing an emergency flashlight off the wall.
When he opened the door leading to the massive tunnel, everyone heard machine gun fire. Stepping out, Sutton glanced to his left that lead to the west entrance and saw soldiers in gas masks behind concrete barriers, shooting down the tunnel.
Running across the tunnel, Sutton opened the door to their quarters and ran in. Moving down the central hall, he glanced back and saw the last person close the door. “Are we going to hide under the beds? Because, I always got found there!” Sarah shouted inside her suit and only Sutton in front of her heard.
“Don’t ever hide there,” Sutton said, moving past a large common room. He turned into the men’s room and walked into a large shower area.
“There’s nowhere to hide,” Sarah pointed out as Sutton moved over to a wall, grabbing the metal panel.
“I always had the best luck hiding under the stairs,” Skannish said, walking up beside her.
They both jumped as the metal panel came off the
