I looked at Tabitha and then around the room. For the first time since I'd been awake, I realized that we were in an aircraft. Tabitha saw the confusion on my face and stopped me from talking by holding her hand on my lips.
"We're on a jet to Edwards. We left about two hours ago. Just sit still and I'll explain." Tabitha stroked my hand. "I thought I'd lost you for a while there. You really scared me." She paused and dried her eyes. Her wounded eye was open now, only slightly bruised and swollen. Her face was still a little scratched and there was a large Band-Aid on her forehead.
"You were getting delirious for the last twenty minutes or so that you were awake, Anson. You were going on and on about having killed thousands of people. Actually, about four hundred were killed and another twelve hundred wounded. The damage was in the billions of dollars. Nevertheless, we had no way of knowing any of that. Finally, you told me that you didn't feel good and you didn't think you would make it. It was about then when you fell flat on your face taking me down with you.
For a while, I tried to revive you. You were just unconscious at first. Then you quit breathing and I couldn't find a pulse. I . . ." She paused again and squeezed my hand harder. "I tried everything to keep you alive. To get your heart beating. You can't imagine how hard emergency medical techniques are with a fractured wrist. I'd been doing my best at giving you CPR and mouth-to-mouth for two or three minutes when a convoy of National Guard and Federal Emergency Management Agency teams drove by. Actually, I learned later that there was also a National Security Agency and a Central Intelligence Agency contingent with them. Lucky for you there were two doctors in that convoy! They were part of the disaster relief teams headed to one of the local towns totally destroyed by the explosion and tornadoes.
"They took over and brought you back. They got you going with the first jolt from the crash cart. Then they hit you with enough adrenaline to jump-start a horse."
Tabitha continued to explain the events of the day but she got very emotional at parts. Apparently, I died three different times. But, the emergency medical professionals working on me managed to save me each time. The first time was on the roadside. The second time was in an ambulance on the way to the helivac location. The third was in the helicopter on the way to the hospital. Somehow, I managed to stay awake after the third resuscitation. The doctors say it's because of the I.V. I had in me and from the three adrenaline shots. Most importantly, Tabitha never once left my side or gave up on me, even though she had a broken wrist, a shot-up leg, cracked ribs, and a bruised and lacerated face. What a woman!
I was in surgery for several hours during which one of my lungs had to be repaired. The major problem was my loss of blood. One can't bleed internally that badly for an hour or more and expect to keep walking. Most of the pain I felt was from the broken bones caused by the bullet as it zipped through my chest. The knife wound was superficial and the bullet wound in the shoulder was muscle damage only, though, I'm sure I'll feel a good bit of pain there for a long time to come. The doctors said I could walk to the bathroom in a couple of days or so if there are no infections. Phooey! I ain't laying in bed that long. And, I sure as Hell ain't using a bedpan!
"I plan on walking off of this airplane on my own two feet," I told Tabitha. "Where are my clothes?" I rose from the bed. My chest felt like a ton of bricks, but at least I was no longer breathing through water and coughing up blood.
"Anson, lie back down for now. We're still a couple of hours from Edwards," she informed me. "Rest now, hard head!"
Tabitha continued to explain that the news reports were saying that several meteorites hit the area in northern Florida, and, that two of them were rather large. The first one spawned the tornadoes and the second exploded on impact. The large tornado that Tabitha and I had run from turned south and tracked all the way to Fort Walton Beach. It left a path of destruction more than a mile wide in places from ground zero to the Gulf of Mexico. It dissipated miles out to sea but only after sinking four fishing boats and damaging one cruise liner. The National Weather Service did classify the big one as the Finger of God. It took large chunks of Santa Rosa Boulevard out to sea with it.
The northbound tornado tore a path clean up to Dothan, Alabama before it spun down. It was classified as a four on the Fujita scale. It tracked up Highway Two Thirty-one. There were large miles-long sections where the highway no longer existed. The westbound tornado destroyed a lot of forestland on the Air Force base and then crossed over to Pensacola. The damn thing tore a path of destruction through to Gulf Shores. The nightclub at the Florida and Alabama line was totally destroyed. Fortunately, this occurred in the middle of the day. The eastbound tornado was classified as a three on the Fujita scale. That one turned southeast and made it all the way to Panama City before it died out. It tried to spin up again further south near Tampa, but it had run out of energy. The devastation from the tornadoes alone caused several billions of dollars worth of damage. Miraculously only twelve people were killed as a result of them. Doppler radar coverage gave ample warning for people to take cover. Way to go National Weather Service!
The ECC explosion on the other hand, caused tremendously more damage and a serious loss of life. The final death toll was still being determined but it was over four hundred. And I thought I was going to win a Nobel Prize! Hopefully, I won't be tarred and feathered, drawn and quartered, stoned, imprisoned, bludgeoned, and twenty other horrible things. Perhaps I will at least be allowed a burial in an undisclosed location so that my remains won't be desecrated.
Oh yeah, what happened to the Space Shuttle? Well, that is an interesting story. Apparently, the same meteorites that tore through the atmosphere destroyed the Shuttle. Colonel Ames and Dr. Anson Clemons were conducting an EVA when the meteor shower destroyed the Shuttle. They miraculously survived and were rescued by the International Space Station's CRV. The CRV landed at NASA Dryden yesterday. Dryden is across the runway from Edwards. Unfortunately, they were the only survivors. The two of them were injured during the disaster and are recuperating at the hospital near Edwards. No press has been able to see the two astronauts as of yet, but the NASA press release states that the two of them are in good condition. Also, doctors say that they may be able to hold a press conference later today. That explains that.
"Tabitha, why were we the only good guys able to make it to ground zero? I would've thought that the Strategic Air Command or the Space Command would have been all over an incoming projectile as destructive as the probe was. And Jim had to have told somebody that the phenomena in Florida was us," I asked Tabitha rhetorically. I didn't realize she had an answer.
"Of course, SAC and Space Command and NASA knew that we caused the ruckus, Anson. Jim didn't have to say a word. Although we traveled way too fast for a telescope or radar to track us, it was obvious when one second we tell Mission Control that we're going to press a button, then the next second all hell breaks lose. Crisis teams and security protocol teams were dispatched immediately in three helicopters totaling seventeen men and women. All of them were killed by the violent weather and extreme wind shear patterns created by the probe."
"That doesn't explain what happened after the storms settled. I mean, I feel horrible that all those people died," I coughed a couple of times. Tabitha looked concerned until I showed her my hands, "See no blood. My throat is still just a little scratchy from whatever they had stuck down it. Quacks!"
"Anson, those quacks saved your life. Three times!"
"Maybe I'll have to rethink my opinion. Be patient please, it is hard to change years of bad behavior and beliefs over night. Believe me, I'm far from ungrateful. I like the scratchy throat much better than the alternative."