Storm Surge

Part 14

ÒOkay.Ó Kerry led the way through the visitors entrance to their offices.  ÒDar, IÕm going to have to sign you in.Ó  She could feel her partner silently snickering.  ÒDo you know what a pile of paperwork thatÕs going to be?Ó

ÒSorry.Ó Dar said, with not a lot of sincerity. ÒHey, if they wonÕt let me in, we can go work out of the nerd bus.  DadÕs there, and I hear the foods pretty good.Ó

ÒDar.Ó Kerry eyed the receptionist as they approached. ÒHow about we get you a loaner laptop and just push your image down to it? IÕm sure weÕve got one in this place that can handle it.Ó

ÒBet they donÕt.Ó

ÒGood morning, Ms. Stuart.Ó The receptionist greeted her with a smile.  ÒA lot of people were asking after you inside. IÕm sure theyÕll be glad to see you.Ó

Kerry set her briefcase down and removed her sunglasses. ÒYeah, itÕs been that kind of morning.Ó She agreed. ÒI need to sign in a corporate employee that doesnÕt have a badge with them.Ó

The woman glanced past Kerry at the tall, lanky figure behind her. ÒThatÕs no problem, maÕam, I just need to see some ID and I can process that for you.Ó

ÒShe doesnÕt have that either.Ó Kerry said. ÒAnd we havenÕt installed integrated biometrics here yet, have we? Everyone needs a card.Ó She took the visitor form that had been held out to her and passed it back. ÒFill this out, hon.Ó

Dar took the form with itÕs clipboard and started obediently scribbling.  ÒWhatÕs my purpose for visiting? Anarchy and general disruption of the business?Ó

The receptionist frowned. ÒIf you mean the government handprint thing, no maÕam. But I canÕt issue a visitor pass without seeing some identification.Ó

ÒYouÕre just going to have to take my word for who this is.Ó Kerry told her.  ÒIÕll authorize it.. no wait.Ó She turned and glanced at her partner. ÒIÕm the requester, I canÕt also authorize. Shoot. I think you have to authorize it since youÕre my upchain.Ó

Dar chuckled and kept writing. 

The receptionist caught the clue. ÒOh.Ó She said. ÒSorry, Ms. Roberts. We werenÕt expecting you.Ó

ÒNo one ever is.Ó Dar produced a reasonably sexy grin. ÒIÕm the Spanish Inquisition of ILS.Ó She handed back the clipboard and the pen. ÒThere you go.Ó

The receptionist took it and studied the paper, then she pulled out a visitor pass and punched in the programming for it. ÒOne of the people from the NSA was here yesterday looking for you, Ms. Stuart, after you left.Ó

ÒI know. We found them.Ó  Kerry said, leaning against the counter as she watched Dar wander around the lobby examining it.  ÒI think we got that all sorted out. Hopefully they wonÕt be bothering us again.Ó

ÒOkay, here you go maÕam.Ó The receptionist handed over the visitor badge. ÒShould I let them know youÕre here?Ó

ÒAnd spoil my fun?Ó Dar took the badge from her and winked. ÒNah.Ó

ÒThanks.Ó Kerry smiled at the woman and led her troublemaking spouse towards the inner door.  ÒWe can use that office they assigned to me. ItÕs big enough to party in.Ó She scanned the door open and held it as Dar went past her.   ÒSo whatÕs the plan?Ó

ÒWhats the plan.Ó  Dar sighed, as they walked down the hallway side by side. ÒI wish I knew what the plan was. I need to sit down and think for a few minutes and try to figure out where the hell to start.Ó She said. ÒWant to stop in at ops first? You said they were a little rattled at my locking them down.Ó

ÒGood idea.Ó Kerry led the way to the security door and swiped through it, leading Dar into the inner operations center.  Their entry caught the group by surprise, and voices fell off as peopleÕs heads turned as they spotted Kerry.

Kerry watched their eyes, as they shifted to her companion and stayed there, putting two and two together a lot faster than the receptionist did.  ÒGood morning folks.Ó She said. ÒAs you can see, I called in the cavalry.   Dar and I have just gotten back from the White House, and I think weÕve gotten a few things worked out that will take some of the stress off you all.Ó

No one said anything for a very long moment.  Then the shift supervisor, a different man than the previous day, came over. ÒOh, well. Wow. That wasnÕtÕ expected.  Ms. Roberts, itÕs an honor.Õ He timidly extended a hand, which Dar clasped in a genial manner.  ÒDon Abernathy. WeÕve been on conference calls a few times.Ó

ÒWe have.Ó Dar agreed. ÒSomeone want to vacate a seat so I can check things out in here?Ó

Kerry took a step back and amused herself in watching the staff as they scrambled around to make space for Dar on both the government and commercial side of the monitors.  They had all been extremely respectful to her the previous day, but their attitude towards her partner was one of utter awe, and completely different in scope.

People usually did react to Dar differently.  Kerry expected that. But she spent so much time around her at their Miami office that she often forgot how the rest of the company viewed her since everyone in Miami was pretty much used to having her around.

Dar slid into an emptied chair and rested her long forearms on the console surface, pausing a moment to review the screen before she logged the user out and logged herself in with a patter of rapid keystrokes that sounded ridiculously loud in the suddenly quiet room.

Dar seemed to realize it. She stopped, and looked slowly around, first one way then the other. ÒPeople, sit the hell down. They donÕt pay me to teach typing.Ó

Kerry chuckled under her breath, as the staff sidled back to their seats, save Don, who had an excuse to remain standing near the front of the console. ÒDar, be nice.Ó  She remonstrated her. She walked over and put her hands on her partnerÕs shoulders.  ÒIÕm going to go get some work done. Come get me when youÕre done showing off.Ó

Dar leaned back, her head thumping gently against KerryÕs chest. ÒGet me that laptop if you can. WeÕre also going to need a video conference with Hamilton and his friends about what contacts we have in New York.Ó

ÒOkay.Ó Kerry just barely resisted the urge to give her a kiss on the top of her head. ÒIÕll get that set up and let you know when itÕs ready.Ó

Dar winked at her. 

Kerry squeezed her bosses shoulders and then she stepped back and headed for the door, leaving a lot of bemused faces behind her.

She was used to that too.    She made her way through the hall to the office sheÕd been issued and shouldered her way into it, crossing the carpet and putting her briefcase down on the desk.  Before she opened it though, she went over and used the hot water dispenser tucked in one corner, getting a cup and a teabag sorted and steeping in short order.

A soft knock came a the door. ÒCÕmon in.Ó Kerry looked over her shoulder as the door opened, and NanÕs dark head poked itself in. ÒGood morning, Nan.Ó She greeted the woman.  ÒHow are you doing today?Ó

ÒOh, hi. You are here. IÕm doing okay, thanks.Ó Nan slipped in. ÒEveryoneÕs looking for you, though.Ó   She told Kerry.  ÒIn a bad way.Ó

ÒNot the NSA again?Ó Kerry slipped her laptop out and opened it.

ÒNo. Everyone but them.Ó Nan said, frankly.  ÒWeÕre getting pounded for resources from all sides.  IÕve been here since six and the phone hasnÕt stopped ringing off the hook.Ó

That sounded a little strange. While the center did house a lot of systems, both government and civil, Kerry didnÕt really understand why the overall need would have surged now.  ÒOkay.Ó She said. ÒLet me get booted up, and IÕll get on the bridge.  You can also have them transfer any real trouble to the phone here.Ó  She circled the desk and slid into the chair. ÒAnd if it gets too scary, weÕll throw Dar at them.Ó

Nan cocked her head. ÒLiterally?Ó

Kerry glanced up and grinned over the top of her screen.  ÒSheÕs in the ops center. If they all know whatÕs good for them, theyÕll just be understanding and reasonable.Ó

ÒWow. I didnÕt realize she was here.Ó Nan said. ÒI donÕt think anyone did.. er, does.Ó   She put her hands in her pockets. ÒIÕm sure IÕd have heard if they did.Ó

ÒWe just got here.Ó Kerry logged in as her laptop finished booting.  She reached for her ear buds as she waited for the desktop to launch and key in the conference bridge. ÒWe had a meeting we had to go to earlier.Ó 

ÒOkay, well, IÕll let everyone know youÕre here then.Ó Nan said. ÒI know theyÕll be glad to hear it. Anything else you need?Ó

Kerry paused before hitting the mic. ÒMatter of fact there is.Ó She said. ÒI need to get my hands on whatever the highest end laptop youÕve got here is.Ó She said. ÒBiggest hard drive, biggest chunk of ram, highest screen res.Ó

Intrigued, Nan removed her hands from her pockets and crossed the office, taking a seat in the visitor chair across from Kerry. ÒOkay.Ó She said.  ÒMost of the staff use the standard type.Ó

ÒI figured.Ó Kerry started scanning the screen.  ÒBut that wonÕt do, unfortunately.  What else do we have here?Ó She read down the list of requests posted on the desktop, grimacing a little at the blinking red lines that had moved from requests to demands.

ÒWell.Ó  Nan frowned. ÒYou want something like what youÕre using? I think we have one or two of that model around, maybe in the test center – IÕd have to check on the RAM though.  MineÕs last yearÕs model and itÕs got a gig.Ó

Kerry glanced at the opposite wall briefly. ÒNo. Has to be more horsepower than this one.Ó She said.

ÒWould a server work?Ó Nan suggested. ÒIÕm pretty sure we donÕt have anything even close to that in a laptop.Ó

Kerry imagined her partner tucking one of the big suitcase size items under her arm to walk out with. ÒAh.. no.. hang on. Ò She clicked the mic on. ÒMiami ops, this is Miami exec. You on?Ó

ÒGo ahead boss.Ó MarkÕs voice answered. ÒYou still with the goons?Ó

ÒIn Herndon.Ó Kerry answered. ÒYou have any laptops with you?Ó

ÒSure.Ó

ÒBig enough to take the Godzilla image?Ó

ÒMiami exec, this is Newark Earthstation.Ó A voice broke in.  ÒWeÕre maxed here, and I have the city of New York on the line demanding we give them priority on the birds.Ó

ÒHang on Newark.  Mark, do you or not?Ó Kerry repeated.

ÒYowp hang on one sec, Boss, weÕre checking the back tank.Ó Mark called out, his voice obviously away from the mic.  ÒBig KahunaÕs box take a dive?Ó

ÒItÕs in Miami.Ó

ÒCrap.Ó

ÒNewark, this is Miami exec.Ó Kerry said. ÒWhat traffic are they asking for priority for?Ó

ÒBoss, we donÕt have anything close.Ó Mark said. ÒNot thatÕll take the image for that beast without rolling over and crying, even mine.Ó

ÒMiami exec, this is Newark.  Some kind of telecommunications relay.  City business they said.Ó The Earthstation informed her. ÒTheyÕre getting pretty pushy, even for New Yorkers.Ó

Kerry tapped on the desk.  ÒTheyÕre under a lot of stress, guys. Cut them a little slack.Ó She glanced at Nan and cut the mic off. ÒWhereÕs the nearest hard core gaming shop?Ó

Nan blinked. ÒWhat?Ó

ÒMiami exec, we are, we are.Ó Newark answered. ÒI told them we could only give them maybe 256, and they went off on me.Ó

ÒYeah?Ó Kerry said. ÒOkay, well get them on the line, and IÕll conference.Ó She put the mic on hold again. ÒA gamer shop. You know, PC games.  First person shooters?  3 D gaming world sims?Ó

Nan stared at her. ÒYou mean, like video games?Ó She queried. Ò Sonic the Hedgehog? That stuff?Ó

ÒOkay, Miami exec, hold on a few.Ó Newark clicked off.

ÒMiami exec, this is Miami ops.Ó Mark broke in. ÒNego on anything we can give big D outside maybe my setup server.  They got anything there?Ó

ÒThey donÕt Mark. Can you find me a gamer hack shop around here?Ó  Kerry said. ÒIÕll send someone to get whatever their top of the line is.Ó

ÒSweet. Hang on.Ó

Kerry picked up her tea and sipped it, taking advantage of the momentÕs lull.  ÒOkay, while thatÕs going on, Lansing, howÕs it looking there today.Ó

ÒMiami, we have a lot of cellular backhaul hitting us today.Ó Her hometown local office said.  ÒAlso, it looks like VOIPs getting hit pretty hard in the Northeast. IÕm running hot across the board.Ó

ÒConfirm that, Miami, this is Herndon ops.Ó Another voice added. ÒWeÕve seen building traffic since about seven and..eh? Oh, ah yes. Ah, someoneÕs looking at it.Ó

Kerry muffled a grin, knowing full well who the someone was.  ÒThanks, Herndon. Lansing, keep the shaping in.  We donÕt know what weÕre going to be called on to move today with all thatÕs going on.Õ

ÒYes, maÕam.Ó

ÒMiami, this is LA Earthstation.Ó

Kerry checked her watch. ÒGood morning, LA.Ó

ÒMaÕam, weÕve got Intelsat on the line. TheyÕve got a software issue on one of their control systems and they want to know if weÕve got anybody there that can look at it.  TheyÕre tapped for resources.Ó

ÒOkay poquito boss, I got a place for ya.Ó Mark came back on. ÒGot a pencil?Ó

Nan quickly grabbed a pad and a pen. ÒHow do you keep up with all this?Ó

ÒAcquired attention deficit disorder. Comes with the job.Ó Kerry was scribbling something herself. ÒHang on LA.  Miami applications support, you on?Ó

ÒWeÕre here.Ó  A male voice answered. ÒI think weÕre the only ones not that busy today, Ms. Stuart.  Would you like us to call Intelsat and engage them?Ó

ÒI would. Go ahead Mark, weÕve got a pen waiting.Ó Kerry said. ÒApps, see what you can do to back up ops there too, I know folks must be pretty tired in the center.Ó

ÒWill do.Ó

Marks voice rapidly recited an address that Nan just as rapidly copied down.   She finished and looked at it. ÒYou want me to go get the biggest thing they got, right?Ó She asked. ÒMax RAM, max storage, max pixel.Ó

ÒYou got it.Ó Kerry said, busy making notes. ÒShoot, weÕve got some stuff hitting the fan here.. damn it, I canÕt get deliveries in freaking Iowa. How in the hell are we supposed to go fix New York?Ó

ÒAny particular color?Ó

Kerry looked up and over her laptop screen for a long moment of silence. Then her eyes twinkled a little. ÒNot.  Pink. Ò She enunciated very carefully.

ÒYou got it.Ó Nan got up and headed for the door.  ÒBe back in a flash.Ó  Behind her, a burst of chatter erupted, as issues suddenly scaled over each other, and the tempo rose.

ÒMiami exec, this is Lansing, we just got an alert from Citibank theyÕre spooling backups from Buffalo.Ó Lansing broke in. ÒTheyÕre pushing the shaping profile.Õ

ÒMiami, exec this is Newark, I have the Governor of New York on the line for you.Ó

ÒMiami exec, this is the Air Hub, weÕre seeing a lot of congestion, weÕve got packets dropping here.Ó

A loud whistle suddenly cut through all the chatter. Nan paused at the open door and stared back at the desk, but Kerry merely smiled.

ÒAll right.Ó DarÕs voice briskly followed the whistle.  ÒThor, god of the internets is here.   Kerry, go handle the Governor.  IÕll  start squeezing the pipes.   Everybody just relax.  This is where we earn our reputation.Ó

ÒDar, what about..Ó Kerry paused, the time limit and the commitment theyÕd made weighing on her suddenly.  Yes, they told the government theyÕd go try and fix their problem but what about all of their own?

ÒAlready doing the prep.Ó  Dar answered. ÒIÓve got about a dozen reports running thatÕre going to need my algorithms. Hope you find that laptop.Ó

ÒHope you find room in your pipes for me to pull your image.Ó  Kerry remarked wryly.

ÒFirst things first.Ó  Her partner said, with easy confidence. ÒSee what we can do over at Newark. WeÕre going to need the leverage.Ó

Ah. Kerry punched in the conference line for the Earthstation.  Complications.  ÒWill do, boss., will do.Ó

**

Dar leaned against the console, bracing her elbows on the surface and folding her hands together as she studied the screen.   She was aware, in a disconnected way, that there were a lot of people watching her but her attention was absorbed by the thin tracing lines and flickering statistics in front of her.

The barebones diagram she was studying was a scaled down version of what she was used to looking at in her office, with fewer colors and sketchier details.  It was enough, though, for her to see the imbalances caused by the outages and the need to route around them.

Any individual outage, was no problem.  Dar had built more than enough redundancy into her design to cope with that. In fact, multiple outages were usually not a problem either.   But the combination of multiple outages of their own, and the suddenly heavy demand from everyone trying to route around outages themselves was giving her usually robust network fits.

Giving Dar fits. ÒDamn it.Ó She put her hands back on the keyboard and rattled off a few commands.  ÒWe need to get those damn nodes reconnected north of the city.Ó She muttered. ÒIÓve got everything coming south and itÕs crunching the hell out of us.Ó

ÒMaÕam?Ó One of the console techs timidly leaned closer. ÒAre you talking to us, or just to you?Ó

Dar glanced up, watching everyone quickly pretend to look at something else.  ÒWell.Ó She drummed her fingers. ÒI was talking to myself, but if youÕve got any good ideas cough em up.Ó  She waited, but the crowd remained respectfully silent.  ÒCÕmon, people. I donÕt bite.Ó

Don came forward, with a air of martyred bravery. ÒWell, uh, maÕamÉÓ

ÒWhoa.Ó Dar held her hand up. ÒFirst of all, IÕm going to be around for a while. Stop the maÕam crap and call me by my name, please.Ó

DonÕs eyes widened, and his nostrils flared visibly.  ÒUh.Ó He said. ÒOkay, Ms. Roberts. If you say so.Ó

Dar gave him a wry look.

ÒAnyway.Ó Don glanced at the big board behind them.  ÒUm, what exactly are you doing? ItÕs hard for us to make suggestions when we donÕtÕ really have a clue whatÕs going on.Ó

Everyone held their breath when he finished, but Dar merely chuckled. ÒGood point.Ó She agreed, settling back in her chair. ÒThe networkÕs imbalanced, because of the outages. WeÕre pulling too much, especially on the commercial side.Ó She pointed at the big board. ÒThatÕs why all the lines are purple tending to red, instead of blue like they usually are.Ó

Heads swung towards the board, then back to her. ÒThat makes sense.Ó One of the techs said. ÒBut what can we do about it?Ó

ÒI think a lot of people are using more data bandwdth than usual too.Ó One of the female techs added. ÒSending emails, and listening to the internet with all that streaming video going on.Ó

ÒAgreed.Ó Dar said. ÒSame thing weÕre doing, since some of the traffic is us, on the big bridge.Ó She said. ÒThat global meetingplace isnÕt a text screen and a bunch of black and white pixels.Ó

ÒWow.Ó The woman said. ÒI never even though of that.Ó

ÒCan we ask our customers to not do that?Ó Don spoke up. ÒHow can we? This is something where people really need to communicate with each other, like what weÕre doing. That global meeting is an amazing thing.Ó

Dar folded her hands. ÒVery true. So no, we really canÕt ask them not to reach out to each other. So thatÕs why IÕm rooting around in the bits and bytes to see if thereÕs anything I can do to optimize whatÕs going through.Ó She went back to the screen and reviewed the results of her last command.  ÒLetÕs seeÉÓ

She focused on the black screen again, studying the flows.   Then a memory surfaced, and she cursed to herself, flipping through parts of the configuration, searching through the code with rapid, impatient flicks of her mouse.

ÒBoy itÕs really getting stuffed.Ó Don remarked.  ÒI bet we get calls any minute.Ó

ÒYouÕd think folks would just remember whatÕs going on.Ó The female tech on DarÕs other side muttered.

Ah. Dar found what she was looking for.  ÒIÕm such a jerk sometimes.Ó

ÒMaÕam?Ó Don turned and looked at her.

Dar sniffed and rattled her keyboard, muttering under her breath. 

ÒAir Hub, are you picking up the feed from the ATC? TheyÕre on the line here saying youÕre dropping it.Ó KerryÕs voice crackled over the speakers.  ÒAnd, LA Earthstation, stand by, I managed another 24 transponder channels for you from Hughes.Ó

ÒMiami exec, this is LA Earth. WeÕre standing by. WeÕve got a half dozen requests for upgrades from the government side.Ó

ÒMiami exec, this is the Air Hub. Stand by please weÕre checking.Ó

ÒLA Earth, this is Newark Earth, save a few for us, please.  We have two dozen to your half.Ó  A harried voice answered. ÒMiami exec, any extra for us?Ó

KerryÕs voice sounded apologetic. ÒNewark, weÕre trying. TheyÕre absolutely saturated The only reason we got west coast space is the airlines are moving again and the requests from Vancouver have slacked off.Ó

ÒMiami exec, understood. Also be advised we were asked about our power trucks. The City wanted to know where we got them from. I told them they would need to talk to you.Ó

Dar kept typing, one ear twitching as the flow of complaints.  She could hear the strain starting again in her partnerÕs voice, and resolved to attend to that critical issue next.

ÒMiami exec, this is Roosevelt Island.Ó  A new voice interrupted. ÒI have a cross-connect request here for new service? They said it was priority.Ó

ÒRoosevelt, it is. Please provide them service at my request.Ó KerryÕs voice answered. ÒWeÕve provisioned a ten meg slice for them. ItÕs data services for ATT.  Tunnel them through to our common carrier point in Philly, please. TheyÕre expecting it.Ó

Dar looked up at the big board, her eyes lifting a little.

ÒOkay, maÕam, will do.Ó

Dar wrenched her attention back to the screen, a set of changes already inputted, waiting for her confirmation.  She hesitated, then she saved the changes without executing, and stood up. ÒBe right back.Ó

**

ÒThey thought I was crazy. Ò Nan set a large cardboard box down on the desk Kerry was using, as itÕs occupant was retrieving another cup of tea. ÒThey were saying,  ÒBut what are you going to play with it.. is it for a LAN party? Can you tell us where?Ó

Kerry chuckled as she returned, dropping back into her chair and rocking her head back and forth to loosen the tightening muscles in her neck.   She glanced at her screen, then shifted her attention to the box and watched as it was opened releasing the scent of new computer equipment into the air.

Plastic offgassing mostly, but also a hint of the chemicals inside.  As distinctive as a new car, and occasionally as expensive.  ÒBet they did.Ó Kerry said. ÒIf they only knew.Ó

ÒIf only.Ó Nan agreed. ÒI told them I was buying it for my brother for his birthday.Ó She admitted. ÒThey wanted me to adopt them.Ó

Kerry chuckled. ÒNerds.Ó

ÒThey were glad for the sale.Ó Nan opened the Styrofoam bag the machine was carefully encased in and slid it free, lifting it with both hands and placing it on the desk.  ÒI was the only one in there.Ó

Kerry folded her hands together and peered at the laptop. ÒSexy.Ó She said. ÒI think sheÕll like it.Ó

ÒLike what?Ó A voice at the door surprised both of them.

Kerry looked across the room to see Dar entering, a cup in her hand.  ÒHey boss.Ó She said. ÒHowÕs it going?Ó

ÒItÕs going .Ó DarÕs nose twitched and she made a beeline for the desk as she spotted the boxes.  ÒWhat do we have here?Ó

NanÕs eyes widened and she stepped back from the desk , picking up the boxes and wrapping and getting hastily out of the way.

ÒHm. I like the color.Ó Dar hitched one knee up and took a seat on the desk, handing her cup over to Kerry as she reached over to take hold of the laptop. ÒDrink that. YouÕre froggy again.Ó  She picked up the laptop with one hand and set it on her thigh, opening the latch and lifting the screen.

ÒThanks.Ó Kerry accepted the cup. ÒIÕve been drinking tea but itÕs not helping.Ó She sipped the cold chocolate milk as she watched her partner.  Then she shook her head a little, and glanced up at Nan. ÒSorry.  My manners went south there for a minute. Nan, this is Dar Roberts.Ó

Nan cleared her throat. ÒHello.Ó

ÒNanÕs been nice enough to run around for us the past two days.  She went out to get your new toy, hon.Ó Kerry unobtrusively gave her partner a nudge, distracting her from an apparently fascinating encounter with the laptopÕs BIOS.

DarÕs eyes lifted and met the womanÕs. ÒWeÕve spoken on the phone.Ó She said after a moment. ÒYou do the inventory recaps.Ó

Nan blinked. ÒUm.. yes, Yes I do. Nice to meet you in person finally.Ó She stammered a little. ÒI hope the machineÕs okay. ItÕs pretty much the best they had.Ó

Dar bent her head to study the machineÕs screen briefly. ÒI think itÕll be fine.Ó She said. ÒGood choice.Ó  She added, with a smile. ÒThanks for doing my shopping for me. Ò

Nan smiled back. ÒAnytime.Ó

ÒOkay.Ó Dar got up and circled the desk, dropping to her knees and peering under it. ÒGot a cable, Ker?Ó

ÒOh, wait, hang on..  I can do that..Ó Nan scrambled forward, hauling up as Kerry lifted her hand and waved her back.   ÒButÉÓ

DarÕs head popped up over the deskÕs surface, and her eyebrows hiked. ÒWhat?Ó She rummaged in KerryÕs briefcase and disappeared again, with a grunt.  ÒI hate these kind of jacks. What moron had them installed here?Ó

Kerry scooted out of her way a bit, and leaned on the top of the desk. ÒMiami ops, this is Miami exec. How are those transfers coming?Ó

ÒMiami exec, this is Houston Ops.Ó Another voice broke in. ÒWe have a bulk backup request from Cheyanne Mountain to secure storage, and a database parse. Ò

ÒAcknowledged.Ó Kerry said. ÒAre you mentioning it just because itÕs out of time range?Ó She almost bit her tongue when she suddenly felt a warmth against the side of her knee and realized it was DarÕs breath.

ÒYes, maÕam.Ó Houston answered. ÒWe can give them their standard bandwidth but if something comes up while itÕs transferring weÕre tapped.Ó

Kerry glanced down, to see twinkling blue eyes looking back up at her. ÒWhat do you think?Ó

ÒWhat do I think.Ó Dar drawled, pressing her cheek against the outside of KerryÕs leg. ÒHmÉ..Ó  She watched the light blush climb up her throat before she relented, moving away and coming back up from under the desk with the end of an Ethernet cable in her fingers.  ÒHouston, let them go for it.  IÕll keep an eye on the pipe and if you start stressing it I can throw some compression on it.Ó

ÒOkay,  uh.. maÕam.Ó Houston said. ÒWill do.Ó

Dar remained on her knees, plugging the laptop into the Ethernet cable after she scribbled some numbers off the bottom of it.   ÒLet me get at your session for a minute.Ó  She told her partner. ÒMiami ops, this is Miami exec.  Stand by for a high speed  encrypted image transfer. YouÕre going to redline. No one freak out please.Ó

ÒCopy that, Miami exec.Ó MarkÕs voice broke in. ÒI tanked the alerter.Ó

ÒAll yours.Ó Kerry slipped out of her seat and took her milk, retreating around the side of the desk to where Nan was somewhat awkwardly standing.  She took up a spot next to the woman and sipped from the cup. 

ÒThanks. SoÕs the computer.Ó  Dar dropped into the chair and flexed her hands, cracking the knuckles of her fingers before she started typing on KerryÕs laptop.   ÒHope to hell this thing isnÕt different enough hardware for the image to choke.Ó

ÒDarÕs machine image is a one of a kind.Ó Kerry said, conversationally to Nan. ÒShe goes through laptops like popcorn, so we always have a snapshot ready. Ò

ÒOh.Ó Nan murmured. ÒWhatÕs so different about it?Ó

ÒPrograms.Ó Dar answered without looking up. ÒA handful of cranky, self written piles of code that do analytics on pretty much everything.Ó  She glanced at the paper, and then back at the screen.  ÒAlong with consolidated control consoles for the majority of the infrastructure.Ó

ÒAnd Gopher Dar.Ó Kerry commented.

ÒAnd Gopher Dar.Ó Her partner agreed.  ÒOkay, Mark, here it comes, I ran it by mac.Ó

ÒGotcha.Ó

ÒIÕm going to clear out my inbox.Ó Nan said. ÒIf you all need anything, give me a ring.Ó   She backed away from the desk and escaped out the door, closing it quickly behind her.

Kerry watched her go, then turned back to her partner.  ÒI think youÕre scaring her, hon.Ó

DarÕs brows twitched. ÒMe? I didnÕt do anything.Ó  She protested. ÒI thought I was being nice.Ó

Kerry gave her an affectionate smile.

Dar hit a few more keys, then turned to watch the newly purchased laptop. It blinked, then the screen shivered and blanked out, replaced by a spinning  pirate flag. ÒNice touch.Ó  She drummed her fingertips on the desktop.  ÒThis snap is from before I left for London, but I didnÕt have time to do much with it there so it should be all right.Ó

ÒHoly crap!Ó A voice echoed on the line through KerryÕs laptop.

ÒDidnÕt I tell everyone not to freak out?Ó Dar frowned, and tapped the mic. ÒHold tight, people.  This wontÕ take long. Ò She muted. ÒI hope.Ó   She leaned on the desk and tilted her head, peering over at Kerry.  ÒWeÕre going to have an issue.Ó

Kerry blinked mildly at her. ÒAnother one?Ó She asked. ÒDar, weÕve got a metric ton of them now, youÕre sitting there thinking of more?Ó She perched on the edge of the desk, swirling her milk in itÕs cup.

ÒParadox.Ó Dar said, succinctly.  ÒWeÕre going to need to be in lower Manhattan to make things happen.Ó

ÒSure.Ó

ÒThereÕs no damn comms or cell service in lower Manhattan. How do we make things happen if we canÕt communicate?Ó

ÒAh.Ó Kerry frowned. ÒWe have to bring comms with us then, I guess.Ó

ÒMiami exec, this is Miami ops, we just got a call from the banking center. TheyÕre saying theyÕre seeing degraded response.Ó  A voice interrupted them.

ÒShoot.Ó Kerry leaned over and hit the mic.  ÒMiami ops, tell them weÕre aware, and weÕre working to clear space. Please remind them we have a lot going on.Ó

ÒYesÕm.Ó

ÔWeÕve moved big chunks of data before, and not caused that.Ó Kerry looked at her partner. ÒIs that you, really?Ó

ÒMe, really.Ó Dar admitted. ÒI prioritized the stream. Sixty more seconds and weÕre done. It would have taken a half hour otherwise.Ó She drummed her fingers on the desk again.  ÒI need those damn programs.  I have structure diagrams from New York in one of them that might help us.Ó

ÒDo we have anyone local we can callÉÓ Kerry let her voice trail off. ÒBoy, that was stupid. Sorry.Ó She muttered.  She got up and went around the desk, coming to kneel next to Dar so she could see the laptop screen a little better.   There was a black window open, full of DarÕs cryptic typing and she rested her chin on her fist for a minute, releasing a long sigh.

DarÕs hand immediately settled on the back of her neck, the strong fingers kneading the skin there with gentle sureness. ÒGod, Dar. ThereÕs so much to do.Ó

ÒI know.Ó Dar responded. ÒI just feel like taking off and going to the beach when I think about all the crap weÕve got to get through.Ó  She kept rubbing KerryÕs neck, feeling the bones move under her fingers. ÒNot looking forward to it.Ó

ÒMe either.Ó

Dar reached over and hit a few keys. ÒDone.Ó She said, keying the mic. ÒMiami ops, Miami exec. Transfers complete.Ó  She draped her arm over KerryÕs shoulders, then she leaned closer and kissed her on the back of her neck, just above her collar.  ÒLetÕs hope I donÕt have to do that again.Ó

ÒHoney, you can do that whenever you want.Ó Kerry was content to remain where she was, one elbow resting on DarÕs thigh as she listened to the chatter on the bridge call.   To one side, she could hear the laptop rebooting and she struggled to gather her thoughts and go back to work as soon as she knew the machine was ready.

ÒThatÕs not a bad idea.Õ Dar said, suddenly.

Kerry paused, then cleared her throat gently. ÒWhat isnÕt?Ó

ÒGetting someone local.Ó Her partner replied. ÒWe need someone really local. Someone who knows people.Ó

They were both quiet. ÒI think Bob probably really knew people.Ó  Kerry said, finally.

ÒYeah.Ó

ÒHello, hello, Miami?Ó SherrenÕs voice broke in.  ÒAre you there?Ó

Kerry reached over and hit the mic. ÒWeÕre here. How are things there, Sherren?Ó

ÒThe phones came back on.Ó The woman said. ÒWe were all sitting in the boardroom just keeping each other company, and all of a sudden the phones started ringing off the hook in here. ItÕs a madhouse now.Õ

 ÒSorry about that, Sherren.Ó Kerry sighed. ÒI did ask ATT to try and work us into their priority schedule.Ó

ÒNo, hey, itÕs great.Ó Sherren protested. ÒYou donÕt know, we couldnÕt make calls here or nothing, and now everyone can talk to their families. ItÕs.. thatÕs the calls.  People trying to talk to us, find out if weÕre okay.Ó

ÒOh.Ó

ÒItÕs good. WeÕre okay.Ó Sherren said. ÒAnd oh my gosh. Oh, look.  Mr. McLean just got here.  I didnÕt know he was coming!Ó

Dar leaned forward. ÒHe wanted to be with you all there.  He thought you could use some support, Sherren. He knows you all have had a terrible time.Ó

There was a long silence. Then SherrenÕs voice came back on, she was clearly in tears. ÒOhÓ She gasped. ÒOh, thatÕs so wonderful.  ItÕs so wonderful people care about us.Ó She sniffled. ÒWeÕre trying to take care of each other.Ó

 Behind her, Dar could faintly hear AlastairÕs voice, sounding quiet and sad. ÒSherren, tell him weÕre doing fine here, okay?Ó She said. ÒYou all just hang in there.Ó

ÒWe will. We will. WeÕre tough people.Ó Sherren said. ÒIÕll tell him. IÕll be back.Ó

ÒMiami exec, this is Combus 2.Ó  A low, deep voice took advantage of the break in the chatter.  ÒWeÕre in bound from Albany and I have Combus 3 about two miles behind me.Ó

ÒWill they let them in?Ó Kerry whispered.

ÒFrom the north, maybe.Ó Dar murmured back. She keyed the mic. ÒCombus 2, you and 3 try to get as far down towards the Rock as you can.Ó

ÒRoger that, Ms. Roberts.Ó The deep voice said. ÒAnything we need to stop and pick up?Ó

Dar glanced over at the monitor, which was showing desperate scenes of men digging in debris, a pall of smoke hanging over the air.  ÒFind a medical supply warehouse.Ó She said. ÒGet breathing masks. Filters, whatever you can. Suits.Ó  She added. ÒMiami exec, Miami Financial, you on?Ó

ÒRight here, my friend.Ó Duks answered. ÒI will have my purchasing people find such a place, and let the good drivers know where it is. We will handle the payment for it.Ó

ÒThanks Duks.Ó Dar said. ÒCombus, see if you can pick up bottled water or Gatorade, too.Ó

ÒWill do maÕam.Ó

Dar signed into her new laptop and got up, clearing KerryÕs chair for her.  ÒLet me get out of your way.. I think I can..Ó She stopped, as Kerry put a hand on her arm. ÒWhat?Ó

ÒStay here.Ó Kerry said. ÒJust bring that chair around to this side.Ó She said. ÒI want you here.Ó  She got up off her knees and settled into the chair. ÒPlease?Ó

Dar studied her for a moment, then smiled. ÒWorks for me.Ó She dragged the other chair over and settled back down.  ÒLetÕs get back to business.Ó

**

The RV and bus had, in fact, become the social center of their piece of the parking lot.  Dar was glad enough to stick her hands in the pockets of her jacket and head towards the crowd,  shifting her shoulders to settle the weight of a company issued backpack that held her new laptop in it.

It was almost dark. The lot was bright with emergency lights, though, and activity was plentiful and obvious.    Kerry walked quietly at her side, speaking in an undertone to Nan, her own briefcase slung over her shoulder.

Dar was tired. It had been a long day, and she hadnÕt quite caught up to her jet lag, her body grumbling at her and wanting that soft hotel bed theyÕd left so early that morning.  She glanced at the bus, seeing a swarm of activity around it and found herself resenting the need to be in the middle of that.

ÒDar?Ó Kerry put a hand on her elbow.

ÒHm?Ó She turned her head and peered at her partner.   She noted the furrow in KerryÕs brow, and realized she wasnÕt the only one tired. ÒWhatÕs our plan here?Ó

ÒOur plan.Ó Kerry mused, distracted. ÒThatÕs a damn good question.Ó She sighed. ÒHave you heard from Justin? I know thatÕs the first question IÕll get when we reach the bus.Ó

ÒMaria said he hadnÕt called me back when I talked to her before we left the office.Ó Dar said. ÒGimme your cell and IÕll call him again.Ó She waited for Kerry to fish her phone from itÕs clip on her belt. ÒHe might actually answer the phone if he sees your name.Ó

ÒNot after what I did during that whole ship thing.Ó Kerry handed the device over. ÒHe hasnÕt forgiven me for that one yet.Ó

Dar paused to recall the number, then she dialed it, putting the phone to her ear as they walked between the parked trucks towards their little compound.

The bus was in the back, itÕs extended sections fully extended, and itÕs roof thick with antennas and the satellite dish that provided the transport with television and data.  In front of it was a work area, tables covered with various bits of technology on one side, and tables covered with various bits of daily living on the other.

There were camping chairs scattered around, and the busses integrated barbeque grill was out and being used.

On the far side of the bus was the RV and MarkÕs truck, with the big satellite trailer parked in a clear spot nearby with itÕs dish fully extended.  There were thick, black power cables snaking everywhere, and a large LCD television was fixed to the side of the trailer, showing CNN.

Their techs were busy around the tables, but they were mixed with a plethora of military in several different kinds of uniforms and the combination of high tech and post Apocalyptic camping made KerryÕs eyebrows twitch.

ÒJustin, donÕt give me that.Ó Dar was saying.  ÒIÕm not asking for extra equipment, just what you have scheduled for us. WhatÕs the damn problem?Ó

ÒUh oh.Ó Kerry muttered. ÒThat doesnÕt sound good.Ó

Nan glanced past her at the scowling CIO. ÒWhoÕs she talking to?Ó She whispered.

ÒOur network equipment account manager.Ó Kerry said, as they crossed the last line of cars an entered their space.  ÒHey guys. HowÕs it going?Ó

The techs looked up, and their eyes brightened immediately.  ÒHey, Ms Stuart..  Mark was just asking for you.Ó One said, ÒLemme go get him.Ó

ÒNo needÉ weÕre heading for the bus ourselves.Ó Kerry demurred. ÒWeÕll find him.Ó

ÒIf you donÕt cut the crap, IÕm going to É what? No, you idiot,  IÕm not going to threaten you with pulling the contract IÕm just going to tell my customer here youÕre sitting on his god damned gear for no good reason!Ó DarÕs voice lifted into a familiar bark.

Kerry patted her back comfortingly, and gave the staff a smile.   She spotted Andrew crossing between the RV and the bus, and waved to him as he saw them and changed direction.   He had on an ILS sweatshirt and dark carpenter pants with tools poking from every pocket and just seeing him made Kerry feel better.  ÒHey dad.Ó  She opened her arms and gave him a hug that he returned warmly. ÒWhat a day, huh?Ó

ÒJustin, stop being a moron. Where in the hell do you think I am?  Did you even look at what order I was talking about?Ó Dar said. ÒDonÕt give me that crap! He did? Then let me talk to him. Put his ass on the phone!Ó

Òlo there kumquat.Ó Andrew greeted her, giving his growling offspring a wary look.  ÒDar got problems?Ó

Kerry gave him a wry look.  Then she half turned. ÒNan, this is Andrew Roberts, DarÕs father. Dad, this is Nan, sheÕs from our Virginia office and sheÕs been giving us a big hand in getting things done.Ó

ÒLo there.Ó Andrew greeted Nan amiably.

ÒNice to meet you.Ó Nan said.

ÒGot some folks inside I think want to talk to you two.Ó Andrew informed Kerry, as Dar stepped to one side and half turned, lowering her voice. ÒSeems like they got some kinda issue they just come up with. That Mark feller just kept saying DardarÕs name over and over again.Ó

ÒUh oh.Ó Kerry winced.  ÒWell, letÕs go see what thatÕs all about while Dar straightens out our gear issues.  She touched DarÕs arm and pointed to the bus, waiting for her partner to nod before she started off in that direction.

Andrew paused, then followed her, evidently figuring his daughter didnÕt need any help in yelling.

The bus was a beehive of activity, and they had to dodge a flurry of moving bodies in uniform until they finally made it to the steps and up into the courtesy bus.  Kerry almost stopped short at the mild chaos inside, but after a brief pause she edged her way in and got into enough of a corner space to turn and look around.

Mark was in one corner with three techs, and four or five military men. Others were spread around the inside of the bus, working on clipboards, standing over the fax machine in the corner, and munching on some of the snacks laid out on platters in the service area.

One whole wall had been taken up by a whiteboard covered in scribbles.  Kerry was glad to see so much apparent progress, but slightly overwhelmed at the amount of people stuffed in the bus.  ÒEvening everyone.Ó

Heads turned. ÒHey, Kerry. Glad youÕre here.Ó Mark said at once. ÒI hope you brought  big D with you, cause we need her like crazy.Ó

Know the feeling. Kerry nodded. ÒSheÕs outside yelling. WhatÕs up?Ó   She edged to one side a little to give Andrew room to stand, as Nan plastered her slim figure against the back wall.  ÒThis place is nuts.Ó

ÒTell me about it.Ó Mark said wryly. ÒThey got me power in the comms space. I got a truck with the racks due in like six hours, and what equipment I have I can throw in there since they got me aircon too.Ó

ÒGood job.Ó Kerry said. ÒDid you get the demarc installed?Ó

ÒIf thatÕs them plywood things, I done it.Ó Andrew spoke up.  ÒThatÕs some damn hard concrete in that room I will tell you that.Ó

ÒYeah, I can still hear you drilling in my head.Ó Mark said. ÒBut thatÕs the problem, poquito boss.  We got the blocks installed and weÕre ready to punch down.Ó

ÒGreat.Ó Kerry smiled in relief. ÒSo thatÕs a problem?Ó

ÒNu uh.Ó Mark shook his dark head. ÒI could tell you, but itÕs gonna be easier to show you. Can we grab big D and go look?Ó

ÒWell..Ó Kerry turned as the door to the bus opened, and Dar entered, her powerful charisma clearing space for her as she made her way over to where they were standing.  She was juggling the cell phone in one hand, but looked moderately triumphant.  ÒHowÕd it go?Ó

ÒWhat a moron.Ó Dar said. ÒThey put a hold on everyoneÕs damn orders because theyÕre scared to death theyÕre going to get a call from the government asking for all their inventory.Ó  She lifted her hands and let them drop. ÒI had to yell at some executive vice president of something or other and threaten to put Gerry on the phone before they got it  through their heads where I was calling from.Ó

Everyone nodded in agreement. ÒAnd?Ó Kerry added, after a pause.

ÒTruckÕs leaving Chicago in ten minutes.Ó Dar replied, glancing around and spotting a tray nearby. She reached one long arm over and snagged a brownie.  ÒI told him if they better be flooring it all the way here.Ó She bit into the brownie and chewed it.  ÒSo how are things going here?Ó

They all looked over at Mark, who grimaced.

ÒUh oh. Maybe I should have some milk first.Ó Dar saw the expressions.  ÒWhatÕs wrong?Ó

ÒLetÕs go take a ride.Ó Mark said.  ÒThatÕs what me and the dudes were just talking about before you guys got here.  We just found out.Ó

ÒFound out what?Ó Dar grabbed another brownie as she followed Mark out the door.

ÒCÕmon. IÕd rather you just see it. Maybe you can tell me itÕs not as bad as I think it is.Ó

Dar snorted. ÒIf youÕre looking to me for optimism weÕre seriously in the weeds.Ó  She handed Kerry half the brownie.  ÒThis could require more than chocolate.Ó

They trooped down the steps to the bus and around the side, where there was a six seater golf cart parked somewhat haphazardly, draped in cables and other bits of nerd paraphernalia. Dar cleared a termination kit out of the way and slid into the front passenger seat, setting her backpack down between her feet.  ÒLetÕs go.Ó

Mark took the wheel and started off, turning the cart in a tight circle and nearly flinging them out in all directions. ÒWhoops. Sorry.Ó

ÒWow. This has got a hell of a lot more kick than the one at our place.Ó Kerry grabbed hold of the sides of the cart. ÒJesus!Ó

ÒGas powered.Ó Mark threaded the cart through the parked cars and headed for the side of the damaged building.  ÒPretty cool though. I never realized how freaking big this place was until we had to hump all our crap out to that room.Ó

They rode around the side of the building,  the cool night air making them blink a little as Mark maneuvered through the grounds.  There was still smoke smouldering up from the destroyed area, and erratically as they moved along, the air would bring shocking hints of death that made them all go silent.

Save Andrew.  ÒBig ass place.Ó He commented. ÒBuilt like a damn brick.  AinÕt nothing left of what hit it.Ó

There was an awkward silence. ÒAirplaneÕs just an aluminum shell.Ó Dar eventually commented. ÒDangerous part was the aviation fuel. Ò

ÒDid you hear what people were saying though?Ó Nan spoke up from the rear seat. ÒPeople were saying that there wasnÕt any airplane that hit the building. That it was a bomb, or something else that the government was lying.Ó

Andrew turned around and peered at her. ÒGovÕmintÕs always lying.Ó He said.  ÒBut thatÕs just foolish talking.  People donÕt know squat yapping on the television. I heard that.Ó

Kerry frowned. ÒWhy in the heck would they lie about that?Ó She wondered. ÒI mean yes, I agree with Dad,  but sheesh.  ThereÕs a hole in the side of the building. What difference would it make what made it?Ó

Dar cleared her throat as Mark aimed for a square of light. ÒProbably because itÕs easier to excuse not being able to get out of the way of an airplane than allowing some bunch of jackasses to plant a bomb in the biggest military office building in the continent.Ó

Mark pulled the cart to a halt and put on the parking break. ÒYou think thatÕs what happened, boss?Ó He asked, hesitantly. ÒI mean, thatÕs a pretty big hole.Ó

ÒNo.Ó Dar got out. ÒI think a god damned plane hit the side of the building.  I just can see where the tin foil hat brigade pulled that rumor from, thatÕs all.Ó She shouldered her backpack and followed Mark between two huge personnel carriers and over to a door in the side of the building.

It was open, spilling a bright yellow incandescence out across the ground and there was motion and voices obvious just beyond it.  Mark walked through without hesitation and turned to the left, moving along a hallway filled with boxes to a brightly lit space that smelled of concrete and plywood.  ÒHere we go.Ó

Dar entered the comms room, pausing to look around before she cleared the doorway and let the rest of them follow her.  Inside, the big, square space was lit by hanging florescent lamps, and the floor was obviously freshly swept.

Power cables were hanging everywhere from the ceiling, and the entire back wall had been covered in sheets of treated, three quarter inch plywood surmounted by rows and rows of circuit patch down blocks.  ÒNice.Ó Dar commented.

The floor was already marked out for racks,  and the floor tiles were half missing, most of holes containing a tech and a spool of cabling. The smell of plastic and copper were sharp in the air.  ÒMark, you made amazing progress.  Ò Kerry added, ÒGreat job.Ó

ÒThanks.  My guys did most of the humping.Ó Mark led them to the corner of the room, which had a large cabinet set in one wall.  ÒAnd speaking of humps, hereÕs my problem.Ó He opened the double doors to the cabinet and stepped back, clearing the way for the rest of  them.  ÒThat.Ó

There was a long moment of silence. Then, as if by common accord, everyone looked over at Dar, who was standing closest to  it, her hands planted on her hips.

Dar studied the huge mass of cabling, all a uniform, dull gray and terminating in an absolute hairball of multicolor strands. ÒI take it none of this is tagged?Ó  She asked, finally.

ÒNope.Ó  Mark shook his head. ÒI guess they had a project planned to come in here before the room went live to straighten it all out.Ó He glanced around at the little group. ÒSucks, huh?Ó

Dar rubbed her forehead. ÒShit.Ó She said. ÒThereÕs a thousand pair there at least.Ó

ÒWow.Ó Nan murmured.

ÒSomeÕs phones, someÕs data, someÕs wanÉ Ò Mark agreed. ÒI had the local telco guys here but they say most of itÕs not theirs so theyÕre not touching it.Ó

Dar turned and looked at him.  Mark shrugged.

ÒLet me see if  I can leverage our relationship with the local.Ó Kerry pulled her phone out. ÒAt least they can give us a list of the circuits in here other than ours.Ó She paged through her directory. ÒItÕs Verizon, isnÕt it?Ó

ÒAnd Qwest.Ó Nan murmured. 

ÒDoesnÕt really help us find our stuff though.Ó Mark commented. ÒMan, IÕd hate to break my ass for two days and get this space up only to have to stay on that freaking sat.Ó

ÒWe canÕt handle the traffic theyÕre going to ask for over that.Ó Dar said. ÒHow many WAN people do we have here, Mark?Ó She shrugged her pack off her back and set it on the floor.  ÒWeÕre going to have to do this the hard way.Ó

She looked over at him, after he didnÕt answer for a moment. ÔWell?Ó

ÒYou mean, besides you and me?Ó He answered wryly.  ÒDar, the two WAN techs I had up here are in the missing group.Ó

The room was now conspicuously quiet, as the techs busy wiring in the floor turned to listen.  Dar leaned back against the punch down, letting her hands fall to her thighs. She was quiet for a long moment, then she exhaled. ÒGoing to be a long damn night then, I guess.Ó  She said, at last. ÒDo we have kits?Ó

ÒYeah.Ó Mark responded glumly.

ÒBreak them out. LetÕs get started.Ó  Dar shoved away from the wall and flexed her hands, turning to face the mess with an air of grim determination. ÒBring all the punchdown kits you have. Might as well do some on the job training while IÕm at it.Ó

ÒYou got it boss.Ó Mark turned and trotted out, shaking his head a little.

ÒBring some of that damn barbeque with you!Ó Dar yelled after him. ÒAnd all the Jolt you got.Ó

**

ÒKerry, the governor of New York is on the line for you again.Ó  A quiet, apologetic voice broke into the chatter.  ÒI told him you were working at the Pentagon but he wants to talk to you anyway.Ó

Kerry rested her head against her fist, her body curled up in one of the buses leather chairs, finally vacated by one of the busy military officers. ÒNo problem, give me a minute.Ó She clicked her mic on, resisting the urge to rub her eyes.  ÒBelieve me, Newark, weÕre going to the wall here to pull the Pentagon traffic off your grid and put it  back where it belongs.Ó

ÒWe know that, maÕamÉ  I tried to explain that. I just.. Ò The satellite supervisor sounded as exhausted as Kerry felt. ÒHe just doesnÕt want to take that answer.  I think heÕs as frustrated as we are.Ó

Kerry reviewed the status on her teams. ÒMaybe heÕll let me send the remote sat trucks in then.Ó She mused.

ÒWould you like some coffee, maÕam?Ó  One of the buses seemingly tireless attendants stopped by with a tray. ÒWe have some fresh cookies baking too.Ó

ÒSure.Ó Kerry checked her watch, wincing a little at the time. ÒStrong as youÕve got it. Thanks.Ó  She rattled at her keyboard, then settled her ear buds more firmly. ÒOkay, go ahead and call my cell, Newark. Patch me into the governor.Ó

ÒStand by, maÕam.Ó 

Nearly midnight.  Kerry leaned against the chair arm, glad it was big enough for her to curl up in, tucking her tired legs up under her in relative comfort.   She knew herself to be far luckier than her partner – Dar was half buried in cables in that dry and dusty room faced with an almost neverending task before her.

Kerry felt a little abashed, in fact, that she was here in the bus instead of at DarÕs side, but there wasnÕt any way for her to connect to the conference in there and there was just so damned much to do.

So damned much.   Her cell phone rang, and she closed the mic off to open it up. ÒKerry Stuart.Ó She announced quietly, turning her head a little as the attendant came back with a big, steaming mug that smelled of hazelnut.

ÒHello, Kerry?Ó

Poised to deal with an annoyed politician, Kerry had to rapidly ratchet through her mental gears to deal with another one altogether.  ÒHello, Mother.Ó She said. ÒSorry, I was expecting the governor. Ò

ÒOh. Well, of course, IÕm sorry I disturbed you, ah..Ó

Kerry smiled, and picked up her coffee cup. ÒNo problem. IÓd rather be talking to you since you probably arenÕt going to ask me to do something impossible in a pretty rude way.Ó

Dead silence for a moment. ÒAh, well, yes, I see. Of course.Ó  Cynthia spluttered. ÒMy goodness, that sounds terrible. Are you still working? ItÕs so late. I just wanted to find out where you and Dar ended up this evening.Ó

Was I supposed to call her? Kerry suddenly wondered.  ÒRight now, weÕre at the Pentagon.Ó She said. ÒDarÕs hip deep in cables and IÕm still working on issues from our bus.Ó

ÒOh my!Ó Her mother said. ÒKerry, itÕs midnight!Ó

ÒI know.Ó Kerry acknowledged. ÒIt feels like itÕs midnight.  But we donÕt really have a choice. We have to get things fixed here, so we can get things moving for the governor, so we can get out of here and head to New York where apparently weÕre needed to save the Western world.Ó  She paused. ÒOr something like that.Ó

ÒMy goodness.Ó

ÒBy Monday.Ó  Kerry added. ÒSo anyway.  How was your day? When do you head back home?Ó

Her cell phone buzzed a second incoming call.  She briefly toyed with the idea of letting it go to voice mail, then sighed. ÒHold on a minute, okay? I think thatÕs the governor.Ó

ÒOf course.Ó

Kerry put the call on hold and answered the second. ÒHello?Ó

ÒMs, Stuart, I have the governor for you.Ó  The sound of the Newark ops managerÕs voice echoed softly in her ear. ÒOkay to conference?Ó

ÒSure.Ó Kerry sipped her coffee and waited for the click. ÒGood.. Ò She checked her watch. ÒMorning, governor. What can I do for you?Ó

ÒYes, Ms. Stuart, good morning to you too. Now listen, I know we spoke earlier but things are getting fairly critical here and..Ó

ÒGovernor.Ó Kerry interrupted him gently, but with force in her tone.   ÒThings are critical here, too.Ó

ÒI do understand that.Ó The governor said. ÒBut hereÕs the situation. Our emergency command center was in 7 World Trade.    Never even been used.  WeÕre working to set up a center to replace it but without being connected to anything we might as well be setting it up on a boat on the Niagira River.Ó

Kerry closed her eyes in frustration. ÒI know.. please understand sir I do know you need to.. Ò She stopped and took a breath.  Stop, think, then act, Ker.   ÒWhere are you setting up a command center, sir?Ó

ÒPier 92. Ò The governor said. ÒItÕs the old passenger cruise terminal. Right on the Hudson.Ó

On the Hudson.  Kerry racked her brains for a long moment. ÒI donÕt think weÉ Ò She paused. ÒWait. ThatÕs right next to the Intrepid Air museum, isnÕt it?Ó

ÒYes, yes it is.Ó The Governor agreed.  ÒJust down from there. Does that help? Is there something you can do?  Come on, Ms. Stuart. We contracted with you because you people were supposed to be the best. Now, I need the best. We donÕt have a choice.Ó

ÒWe might be able to.Ó Kerry said, after a pause. ÒI need to pull up our schematics in that area. I will have to get back to you on it.Ó

ÒI need an answer, Ms. Stuart.Ó

ÒYou need an answer thatÕs meaningful and correct, Governor. Not bullshit IÕm pulling out of my ass just to  make you get off the phone.Ó  Kerry could scarcely believe sheÕd just said that. ÒIÕll do my best. ThatÕs all I can give you right now.Ó

The man sighed. ÒWhen can I expect to hear from you?  WeÕre running out of time.Ó

ÒAs soon as I have the answer, youÕll hear from me. That could be in ten minutes, or it could be tomorrow morning. Depends on how much detail I need, and if I can get hold of someone on the ground there.Ó Kerry said.  ÒYou may need to clear some obstacles for us.Ó

ÒObstacles?Ó The governor said. ÒYou mean people?  Ms. Stuart, you find obstacles, you call me.  Understand?Ó

ÒI do.Ó

ÒHope to hear from you soon. Goodbye.Ó  The governor hung up .

Kerry took another sip fo her coffee, before she clicked back to her call on hold. ÒHello, mother.Ó  She looked up as a wonderful scent of fresh cookies came close, and found a platter almost at eye level to her.  ÒThank you.Ó She mouthed at the attendant, capturing three of the cookies, their warmth stinging her skin a little.

ÒDear, I donÕt mean to keep you. I hope things are going better.Ó Cynthia said. ÒI have a flight back to Michigan tomorrow. Is there anything I can do for you here before I go?Ó

ÒHold that thought a minute, mother.Ó Kerry motioned to the attendant, taking a bite of the warm cookie as the woman came back over. ÒCould you please have a tray of those, and a gallon of cold milk with cups taken to the work site?Ó

ÒAbsolutely, maÕam.  Let me get one of the guys to ride me over.Ó The attendant said. ÒNot a problem at all.Ó

ÒThanks.Ó Kerry smiled at her, then shifted her attention back to the phone. ÒMother.Ó She said. ÒThanks for hanging on. ItÕs a little crazy here.Ó

ÒI can hear that.Ó Cynthia said. ÒAre you going to get some rest? What about poor Dar? She must be exhausted after all that traveling.Ó

Dar must be.  Kerry felt faintly abashed. ÒIÕm going to go see if I can get her to take a break right now, matter of fact.Ó She said.  ÒBut weÕve got a lot on our plates.. and getting more every time the phone rings.Ó

ÒMy.Ó

ÒAnyway.Ó Kerry sighed. ÒThanks for offering. Just travel safe, and give Angie and Mike a hug for me.Ó

ÒWell, IÕm sure theyÕd be happier if you were coming back with me, but I will give them your best wishes. Try to get some rest.Ó Her mother said. ÒIf thereÕs anything I can do to help, just call.Ó

ÒI will.Ó Kerry said. ÒGood night, mother.Ó

ÒGoodnight.Ó

Kerry closed the phone and gazed at it, as she broke off a cookie half and chewed.  That had ended pretty much all right, she figured.  If one reasonable thing had to come out of the disaster she was living, maybe it was that she, and her mother, could at least talk again.

She wasnÕt ready to let it all go.  But she also didnÕt feel like she wanted to hold the rage inside her so much anymore, and she was content to think that if things hadnÕt really moved forward, they also hadnÕt moved backwards, and she was in a place where she actually wouldnÕt mind having her mother visit their home.

She chewed her cookie, getting up and making her way through the much smaller crowd to the galley area to find herself some milk.  She spotted Nan curled up in a chair near the back of the bus sleeping, and she felt a little bad about keeping the woman around so long.

ÒHello, Ms. Stuart.Ó Danny appeared, his sling covered in concrete dust.  ÒBoy, weÕre sure getting things done here today, arenÕt we?Ó

Kerry leaned against the counter as she poured her cup of milk. ÒYou know, we are.Ó She admitted. ÒIt doesnÕtÕ seem like that to me, because thereÕs so much left to do, but you guys are doing an amazing job.Ó

Danny took a root beer from the small refrigerator and opened it, sucking down half the bottle in a gulp before he answered. ÒItÕs dry as heck in that room.Ó He explained. ÒBut let me tell you, Ms. Roberts is amazing.Ó

Kerry felt a smile stretch her face muscles out.  ÒShe is.Ó

ÒI mean.. I know you know that.Ó Danny blushed, just a little. ÒBut we never got to work with her before, and you hear all kinds of stories from people but in reality, wow.Ó

ÒDar is an amazing person.Ó Kerry said. ÒAnd IÕm not just saying that because sheÕs my boss, or because weÕre partners.  She really is. In fact, I was about to head over there and see if I could get her to take a break for a few minutes. I know you guys have been at it for hours.Ó

ÒItÕs tough work.Ó Danny agreed mournfully.  ÒI just came back to pick up more zip ties. The other guys donÕt want to take a break while Ms. Roberts is there cause she hasnÕt.Ó

ÒOh for heavenÕs sake.Ó Kerry drained her milk and set the cup down in the small sink.  ÒCÕmon. LetÕs go back over there. Those poor guys.Ó   She dusted her hands off and wiped her lips on a napkin, as Danny hurried to finish his root beer.   ÒIÕm going to tell the bridge IÕm going offline.Ó

She walked back over to her laptop and put her earbuds in again.  The chatter had faded off the last hour or so, only a few sporadic voices coming back on at intervals.  Kerry keyed her mic and cleared her throat a little. ÒFolks, this is Miami exec.  Just want to advise IÕm going offline for a little while. IÕll have my cell if anythingÕs urgent.Ó

ÒNoted, Miami exec.Ó  A soft voice answered. ÒThis is Houston night ops.  EverythingÕs pretty quiet right now.Ó

ÒGreat. Check in with you later.Ó Kerry unplugged herself and shrugged her jacket on, then she met Danny at the door and they exited the bus into the chilly night air.

**

Dar was pretty well convinced sheÕd actually died and gone to Hell.  She braced her tester with itÕs one attached wine  and reached for yet another dangling strand, bringing it over to touch it against the probe.

The tester lit up, surprising her.  ÒSon of a bitch.Ó She muttered, unclipping the wires and twisting them together. ÒGimme a tag.Ó

Mark handed over a piece of cardboard with a string.  ÒHere you go.Ó He said, his voice slightly hoarse. ÒHey, thatÕs ten, isnÕt it?Ó

Dar shook her head, reclipping the wires and reading off the identifier.  She scribbled it on the tag, then tied the tag firmly to the twisted cables.  ÒFirst person who gets our circuits gets a 200 percent raise and a month vacation.Ó

A soft chorus of voices answered back.  Dar glanced to either side of her, where techs were almost covered in the prickly, copper mass of wiring, testing patiently cable by cable looking for a match.

It was like finding a bird feather, and catching each one you saw to see if it was the one who lost it. Frustrating, maddening, aggravating, uncomfortableÉ  if Dar had possessed a machete the chances were, she decided, that sheÕd have just gone amok with it and ended the problem in a mass of copper fragments.

There was no place to sit, no place to relax. You had to stand almost inside the cabinet to reach the  wires, and the ones you werenÕt testing were poking through your clothes like tiny needles.

She and Mark had started off doing the testing. TheyÕd managed to show three other techs how to use the testing sets, but though there were four other units, there wasnÕt any more space in front of the cabling cabinet so theyÕd just started plugging through it.

Dar knew she could get someone else to take over her set, and do the testing. She was, after all,  their ultimate boss.   But she felt all the eyes on her, and understood she was having to live up to her reputation, and so she kept slogging.

Her eyes burned. She blinked a little, then a very different odor penetrated all the concrete and plastic and she turned to look over her shoulder as a woman entered the room with a tray and a pitcher.  ÒWhat do we have here?Ó

ÒCookies and milk. Ò The bus attendant smiled.  ÒMs. Stuart told me to bring them over here.Ó

Dar could smell the chocolate all the way in the back of the room.  ÒAre those just baked?Ó

ÒThey are.Ó The woman affirmed.

ÒIs that cold milk?Ó Dar asked, as she saw the techs all starting to turn around, faces covered in smudges of dust and eyes exhausted.

ÒYes, it is.Ó  The attendant said.

Dar held her hands up, letting the tester fall against her thigh. ÒDid you bring towels?Ó She displayed her grunge covered palms with a wry expression.

ÒAh.Ó The attendant had to admit to being at a loss. ÒWell, we can go get some.Ó

ÒCookiesÕll get cold.Ó Dar eased away from the cabinet, carefully extracting her boots from the snarls of cable.  ÒTake a break, boys.  LetÕs not waste good, warm cookies.Ó

The techs needed no further prompting. They laid their tools down and scrambled out of holes in the floor, stretching out sore backs and shaking out stiffened fingers.  ÒMan, what time is it?Ó One asked. ÒI feel like IÓve been doing this for three days.Ó

Dar wiped her fingers on her shirt to get the worst of the dust off, before she selected a cookie from the tray and accepted a cup of milk from the smiling attendant.  ÒThank you.Ó

ÒYou should really thank Ms. Stuart.Ó The woman chuckled.

ÒSheÕll get hers later.Ó  Dar responded, with a somewhat rakish grin, which grew even more wry as a short, blond woman appeared in the door way, leaning against it as she looked inside. ÒWell well. Speak of the devil.Ó

Kerry entered, waving at the techs who all called out greetings back.  ÒHow are you guys doing? Is Dar running you into the ground yet?Ó

ÒHey.Ó Dar seated herself against the bare wall, extending her legs out as she took a sip of her milk. ÒIÕm working here too.Ó

ÒI know.Ó Kerry sat down next to her, the entire reason for her coming over now moot, but she didnÕt care in the least.  ÒI came over to see how you were doing.Ó   She glanced up at the crowd, but they were clustered around the cookies, moving away once theyÕd gotten their share and settling down on the other side of the room.

Or wandering outside in the hall.  Kerry wondered if they were being given space out of courtesy or just coincidence.

ÒIÕm doing complete and utter suckitude.Ó  Dar gazed down at her now empty hand, itÕs palm scraped and reddened. ÒWeÕve found ten circuits out of a thousand in six hours.Ó

ÒJesus.Ó

ÒIf he was here, IÕd give him a phone tester and tell him to get his ass working.Ó Dar said. ÒKer, this is insane. Ò

Kerry took hold of DarÕs hand and stroked it, clasping her fingers around her partnerÕs. ÒCan I help?Ó She asked. ÒIÕm tired of yapping on the bridge. Why donÕt you go yap for a while, and IÕll do this.Ó

ÒAnd make me feel like a total zero for sticking you with this night mare while I lounge in the bus?Ó Dar eyed her. ÒI donÕt think so.Ó

ÒAre you saying thatÕs what I was doing?Ó

Dar saw the quirk of KerryÕs eyebrows, and the sudden bunching of her jaw.  The last thing she really wanted to do this late in this crappy a situation was trigger her partnerÕs temper. Kerry was tired. She was tired.  No way she wanted a squabble.  ÒNo, hon. I sent you to the bus, remember?Ó She replied. ÒIs there any sense in both of us being miserable?Ó

Kerry studied her face. ÒYes.Ó She laced her fingers with DarÕs. ÒBecause I was just in that damn bus thinking I was a creep for not being out here with you.Ó She admitted. ÒIÕm tired of people telling me all their problems, and politicians calling to yell at me. The governor of New York wants his new office connected.Ó

ÒYou have got to be kidding me.Ó

ÒWell, itÕs their disaster response office.Ó Kerry said. ÒLong story, and anyway, we canÕt even look at that until we get through this. So teach me to use one of those things and let me suffer here with you like the sappy lovestruck goofball I really am.Ó

Dar sighed, looking across at the cabinet with itÕs morass of wires. ÒI feel like just quitting and going to bed.Ó She admitted, in a soft voice. ÒKer, I donÕt want to sit here and do this. ItÕs going to take days. We donÕt have days.Ó

Kerry gently rubbed the side of her hand. ÒIs there any other way to do it?Ó

ÒNo.Ó

ÒCan we get the vendor in here to do it? ItÕs really their hairball.Ó  Kerry asked, reasonably.  ÒLet me call them again.Ó

Dar was silent for a moment, then she nodded. ÒCall them.Ó She said. ÒIÕve had enough of this.Ó

Kerry leaned over and rested her head against DarÕs shoulder for a brief moment, then she straightened up and pulled her cell phone out. ÒYou got it, boss.Ó

 ÒTen freaking lines in six hours.Ó Dar sighed, letting her head rest against the wall. ÒMost moronic thing IÕve ever done.Ó

**

Continued in Part 15