EARTH 2010

An excerpt from EARTH 2010 twenty ten To read the rest of this amazing new novel, purchase it here http://www.cafepress.com/earth2010 (Only available thru Cafepress.com) The Pulse Unbeknownst to the people in the Alaskan waste, the wave didn't stop, but circled the entire globe and then reversed itself back again. In relative terms, it all happened in a blink of an eye. People all across the globe who were out doors at the time, seen a weird shimmer in the air and heard the faint sound of a train rumbling in the distance as the shimmer passed through their bodies. Every person on the planet felt a little unnerved by this occurrence and the feeling that emanated through their bodies. Neighbors, pedestrians, and strangers alike, shared stunned glances and nervous chatter. Something weird just happened and nobody knew what it was. People rushed to TV sets and radios hoping to hear if anybody knew anything. It was a Sunday and news was typically slow in coming on this day, but something big just happened and it was extremely unnerving not knowing what it was. President D'Marco started his Sunday morning with a quick stroll to the corner Starbucks for coffee and a bagel. In his mind, there was no better way to start the day. He was returning to his hotel room when while crossing the street, he seen, heard, and felt the wave that many before and many after would feel. He nearly dropped his coffee when the sensation passed through his body. He knew this was the day of the test, but there was no way it could have caused this. He turned to one of his secret service agents, "Get McJeeves on the line." Turning to another "Get me the FAA contact on the line immediately." As the agents frantically worked their phones, they rushed back into the Hotel and back to his room. Laura was still in the shower, so they set-up shop in the front entrance room. "Sir, I cannot reach McJeeves." "Try contacting the base." The agent started dialing and D'Marco realized that he didn't mention which base and the agent's action struck him as odd. "Sir, I have the FAA on the line." Said the other agent. D'Marco grabbed the phone, but before answering, he spit out "our Barrow, Alaska base. Find out who is in charge and get them on the line." The agent just nodded his head, but D'Marco noticed that he already completed dialing. He wondered how deep this deception was running. "Hello" D'Marco stated into the phone. "Mr. President, this is Ted Hammerstock with the Federal Aviation Administration. How may I help you sir?" "Ted, I want you to ground all flights in the country." "Um, Mr. President, may I ask why?" "Ted, I'm playing a hunch here. Get the planes on the ground as quickly as you can. Something unnatural just happened and I don't want people exposed while they are in the air." "I will pass the message, Mr. President." "Thank you, Ted. I'll let you know when I think everything is safe." "Will do." He hung up and was immediately given the phone with the Barrow, Alaska base. "Hello" D'Marco stated "Mr. President, how may I be of service?" the voice on the other end asked. "Please get Senator Ash on the line." "Senator Ash is not here, Mr. President." "Soldier, I know Senator Ash is on the base, please put him on the line immediately." His tone was angry. "Hold on, sir." An agent was holding out another phone for him. D'Marco passed him the Alaska phone and told him to keep the Senator on the line. He then took the offered phone. "Hello?" "Ang, it's Rich. What the hell is going on?" "You felt it too?" D'Marco's shocked voice asked. "Whatever it was, yes we felt it." "I'm trying to figure that out. What's going on in Washington?" "Near panic, what was that-that thing that happened?" Rich asked. "I believe that was a test that just went haywire." "A test you knew about?" Rich asked again. "A test I knew about that I wasn't supposed to know about. Hang-on a sec." He and the agent switched phones again. "Senator Ash?" D'Marco asked. "Mr. President." was Senator Ash's reply. "Tell me what went wrong, Ash?" "Obviously everything, Mr. President. Since you know I am here, you obviously know why." "That is an understatement, Senator." "The test failed, Mr. President. I guess we'll do it your way." "Whatever you did, Ash, just sent a shockwave through the nation. I don't think you'll be able to sweep this one under the carpet." There was a long pause and a sigh, when Ash finally responded his voice was a little shaken "You'd be surprised what I can sweep away, Mr. President." "Watch yourself, Senator. I want a full report of the entire operation on my desk by Wednesday." "I don't think that I'll put anything in writing, sir, I will be more than happy to discuss this in person with you." "Fine. I'm going to play dumb with the media, Ash, but I want you in Chicago by Wednesday. It's time we settled our little differences and get on the same page." "I'll be there." "Bring General Gordon with, Senator, we need mutual understanding." "As you wish, Mr. President" Ash stated and hung up. The phone with the Vice President waiting on hold was then passed to him. "Rich?" "I heard you with your favorite Senator." "You heard me?" he asked as he gave the agent a look to kill. "Listen, I'll let you clean things up. If you need anything, let us know. We'll do whatever you need done." "Thanks Rich, thanks, all I want you to do is relax and enjoy the holidays. I'll fill you in once all the dust settles." "I know." Was his reply, and they both hung-up. "Sir, the media is congregating in the lobby." "Ang, what's going on?" asked Laura "I'll fill you in later, baby. I have to go." "Let's go meet the media, gentleman." He stated to his agents and started walking toward the door. "Are we still going to your mothers today?" Laura shouted across the room. "No, Hun. Can you give her a call and tell her?" "I figured." was her reply. As they headed toward the elevator, D'Marco had another hunch. "Get me the Director of Energy on the line." Halfway down to the lobby, the agent handed D'Marco the phone. "Director?" "Yes Mr. President." "I want all the nuclear power plants shutdown immediately, do you understand?" "Yes, sir. May I ask why, Mr. President?" "You may, but I am not in position to explain. Take care of it immediately!" "Consider it done, sir." As D'Marco handed the phone back to the agent, he contemplated the hunch he was having. If this turned out to be nothing, his adversaries will use it against him. He could hear them now calling his decision a panic move, inexperience, un-composed, and numerous other negative connotations. He couldn't explain the feelings he was having, but in his gut he knew it was better to be safe than sorry, something just wasn't sitting right with him. The phone rang again D'Marco waited "Sir, it is the Vice President." "Rich?" "Ang, we just got word from the Pentagon, they can't get through to you. Everybody is escalating their military status. The Soviets have gone to their highest readiness state. General Patrick phoned and said that there is a lot of activity coming from the Iraqi side. The Pentagon wants to know if we should follow." "No!" damn, how far did this wave reach, he thought. "Tell Patrick to do what he thinks is necessary. Hang on a sec." He flashed through his phones address book, and when he came to Mushamadeed's number, he dialed it and handed it to the agent. "Ask him to hold when he answers." The agent nodded. "Rich?" "Yeah" "Tell Patrick to get prepared, but not to panic. I don't want our troops firing the first shot, and tell the Pentagon to step down. We will not follow the others into this madness. Get in touch with all our friends and tell them that I will call them as soon as I can. Tell them we don't know what happened and we will investigate and fill everyone in once we have some facts." The elevator door opened to the lobby, and the media mass started to surge forward. His agents immediately blocked their advance, but they couldn't do much to silence their insistent questions. "I'll take care of it, Ang" "Thanks bud, I'll talk to you soon." The agent handed him the phone that the Ayatollah was waiting on. "Mohammad?" "Mr. President, please tell me you had nothing to do with what just happened." D'Marco squeezed his eyes shut. What a mess, he thought. He moved down the hall to get away from the media noise and ears "I don't know what caused that situation, but I will find out." Damn, he hated lying. "I can tell you that we are NOT attacking." "My friends are very nervous, Angelo." "Mohammad, I'm asking you to trust me on this. We are not readying for an attack. I need you to trust me on this, my friend." "I trust your word. I just pray to Ala that I can convince the others to relax." "You need to convince them, Mohammad, if they panic we are going to have many young folks to bury." An excerpt from EARTH 2010 twenty ten To read the rest of this amazing new novel, purchase it here http://www.cafepress.com/earth2010 (Only available thru Cafepress.com)