“And suppose the asteroid hits close enough to destroy your cameras?” Michael said. “What then?”
“We’ll be blind as bats down here until we’re able to go up and replace them. Which could be anywhere from days to months after impact.”
“What about fresh air?”
“There are two ventilator shafts with filtration systems,” Forrest said, “but to be honest, those are this facility’s one vulnerability. Fifty people suck a lot of air, and if those systems are compromised, we’ll have to take steps.”
“Steps?”
“Drastic measures. Like lowering the lift elevator or opening the main entrance in order to allow in new air, which may well be contaminated. The blast tunnels, however, will remain sealed at all times, which will allow both silos to stand as fresh air reservoirs in case there is ever a problem with ventilation. They’ll buy us a few days, at least.”
“So someone up there could sabotage the ventilation shafts?” Michael said.
“Potentially, yes. If they find us and if they know what to look for.”
“But it’s not like we have to sit down here and just let them do it either,” Ulrich said. “If they can move around up there, so can we, and with our NBC suits—that’s for nuclear, biological, and chemical—we’ll be a lot less vulnerable to whatever contaminants there may be. And unless we’re vastly outgunned, we’re confident we’ll be able to reduce any such threat without a great deal of trouble.”
“I like the term ‘reduce,’” Veronica said with a smile. “It’s got a such gentle feel about it.”
“We’ll be anything but gentle if and when the time comes,” Danzig remarked, rocking back in his chair and squirting a large glob of Cheez Whiz into his mouth. “You can believe that.”
“So you do have weapons, then?” Michael said.
“Absolutely,” Forrest replied. “Like I said, it’s our intention to survive this thing. Have no illusions. Cruel times are headed this way and in order to live through them we may well be forced to make some heartless and selfish decisions.”
“Like ignoring starving children at the gate?” Veronica said.
“Once we seal door number one behind the last guest, it doesn’t open again until after impact, and then only if it’s absolutely imperative in order to protect the integrity of the installation. I don’t care if fifty starving children come scratching at the door.”
Veronica looked at Michael. “How’s that for a reality check?”
Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Unfortunately, they’re right. That’s why it’s called a holocaust. You can’t possibly save everyone who deserves to be saved.”
Ulrich smiled. “I think you and I might get along, Doc.”
Forrest chuckled. “Two bloodless bastards.” He led them down the hall to the adjoining living and sleeping quarters, each about the size of a classroom, explaining that by day the bedding would be rolled up and stored along the walls.
“It’s going to be a bit cramped,” he conceded, “but I think we’ll manage okay.”
“I don’t think white’s a good color for these walls,” Michael said at once. “Professionally speaking, that is. You might want to consider a bright yellow or a lime green like you’ve used in the tunnels, something to cheer up the environment. White is too stark. And stay away from orange and red. Especially orange. They’re inflammatory colors.”
Forrest and Ulrich exchanged glances.
“Can you think of anything else?” Ulrich asked, interested.
“Well, what do you have planned for recreation?” Michael asked. “Aside from the bike riding.”
“We’ve got a huge selection of DVDs and video games,” Ulrich said. “Lots of books, music CDs.”
“What else?”
The soldiers looked at each other again.
“That’s not enough?”
Now it was Michael and Veronica’s turn to exchange glances. Veronica even laughed.
“Um, no,” Michael said. “Not unless you want these people going stir crazy down here and slitting their wrists after six weeks. You’re talking about twenty-four months of virtual sensory deprivation, and a total lack of sunlight. They’re going to need real stimulation, the opportunity to create, to use their imaginations. Distraction.”
“Hey, Mike, this isn’t a theme park,” Forrest said. “It’s a bomb shelter, man. Nobody said it was going to be fun down here. There’s only so much we can do for good times. Maybe they can get creative in the kitchen or something.”
Veronica laughed again. “I think you guys have been blowing things up for too long. These people aren’t soldiers, Jack. They’re women and children. You know, civilians.”
“So what do you suggest?”
“Look, it’s really not that difficult,” Michael explained. “Go buy one of every board game you can find. They won’t take up that much room. You can store them in the silo. And get lots of jigsaw puzzles. Word books, puzzle books. And for God’s sake get some toys down here! Building blocks, Legos, little cars. Some of those plastic army men even. I assume you were kids once yourselves.”
“You might even bring some musical instruments down,” Veronica suggested. “Let some of the kids teach themselves how to play. A few of them are bound to have some natural talent. And what about some puppets? They can put on puppet shows for each other. Little kids love that stuff. Things they can apply their imaginations to.”
Forrest looked at Ulrich. “You getting all this?”
“I’ll send the Dynamic Duo out tomorrow,” Ulrich said. “But I’m drawing the line at musical instruments. I’m not listening to that goddamn racket.”
Forrest chuckled sardonically. “As you might imagine, he’s great with kids.”
“Next up is the kitchen and the mess facilities,” Ulrich said, leading the way. “Both of which are equally cramped…”
When the tour was finished and after the sleeping arrangements had been made for the night, Michael and Veronica sat down in Launch Control with all of five of the men.
“I have to be honest with you,” Michael said. “I think fifty is a bridge too far. I think you should cut that number in half. Tinkertoys and puppet shows not withstanding, it’s going to be very crowded down here. Tempers are bound to flare even if things are going well, and I don’t think you should count on them going well. It’s human nature to complain.”
“You’re starting to sound like him,” Forrest said with a nod toward Ulrich. “Nobody said this was going to be easy or fun.”
“But why not increase your chances for success?” Veronica asked, stroking Laddie’s head as he stood panting alongside her. “It’s better to save twenty or thirty than to almost save fifty. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“You’re beating a dead horse,” Ulrich said. “He’s intent.”
“I reiterate,” Forrest said. “I do not believe that everyone’s going to accept our offer.”
“So you’re the supreme commander here?” Veronica said, purposefully asking a potentially provocative question in front of the other four.
“I’m in command, yes,” he replied without blinking. “I was their commanding officer in the Army, but now we’re all friends of equal standing and it’s been agreed that I’m to lead. Only a vote of four-to-one can overrule one of my decisions.”
“And what about your civilians?” she asked. “Do they get a vote?”
“No.”
“Is that fair?”
“Do I strike you as a tyrant?” he asked, digging the pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. “I’m not in this because I get my rocks off telling people what to do. Authority comes with a lot of responsibility, and the fewer orders you have to give, the better.”