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herself. But when he stepped from the bathroom, clad in his matching military boxers and tee shirt, he found her talking on a phone…the Herbie flip phone. Her peaceful smile gave away the party on other end. He stopped and moved off to the side to watch.
    “I know,” she spoke softly. “I have to go. Miss you, too. Love you. Bye.” Reggie stared at the phone for a moment, and then flipped it shut. “I love how that just closes and ends the call.”
    “You’ll have that.” Marcus loved when Reggie would magically transform from the edgy, sarcastic, ‘everything is fine’ person to the mellow, loving mother. He stepped to her. “Seth?”
    “Yeah,” Reggie smiled. “He’s fine. He misses me. My Dad will be here by morning.”
    Marcus closed his eyes. “Thank God,” he said. “And my family?”
    “Everyone’s fine, Marcus. More worried about us than anything. He said he wouldn’t go into any details; he’ll update us when he gets here.”
    “Did he say anything else?” Marcus asked.
    “He said to get some sleep.”
    Marcus raised a finger. “Ah, a Kyle instruction I will gladly follow.”
    “Me, too. After...” Reggie pointed to the bathroom. “I wash my hair one more time.”
    “You go on. I think...” Marcus grinned when he spotted the TV, “I think I’ll watch the television.”
    “Sounds good.”
    As the bathroom door shut, Marcus flopped down at the end of the bed near the television.
    “What is this? The Middle Ages?” he muttered. No cable or remote, only a rabbit-ear antenna. He turned on the set. Just static. But there was hope, a voice. Marcus fiddled with the antenna.
     

The Capitol Building, Washington, DC
     
    Four police cars, escorting a black limousine, screeched to a halt outside the Capitol building. Leonard O’Neill, the CIA Director, stepped from the back of the limousine and gazed over a throng of reporters and citizens. Joel Carson, Assistant Director of the CIA, greeted him at the base of the steps.
    “What’s going on?” Leonard asked. “I just stepped off the plane and no one will tell me anything.”
    “We weren’t sure until about twenty minutes ago” Joel replied. He motioned for two of his men to escort them up the steps.
    The four Domino Pizza trucks and the ambulances made food poisoning come immediately to Leonard’s mind. “Someone get sick?” he asked.
    “The guards stationed in front,” Joel answered, pushing open the lobby door.
    On entering, they heard loud sobs echoing in the hollow emptiness of the huge marble building. Leonard’s eyes fixed on the Domino Pizza man who sat in tears down the hall.
    “Two guards with bad pizza? What does this have to do with me?” He winced at the loud whimpers of the pizza guy as they neared him.
    “Everything,” Joel said.
    “Was there a security breach?”
    “A national breach.”
    “What?” They made their way to the chambers where Congress and the senate met with the President. The closer they got, the more police and agents they encountered.
    “We had to wait until you got here before we starting clearing out.”
    “Clear what out, for Christ’s sake?”
    “Okay, sir, let me start from the beginning,” the CIA man said. “Madeline, President Nelson’s secretary, arranged dinner for the closed session to be delivered at twenty-one hundred hours. The dinner arrived, they started bringing it up…” Joel reached for one side of the closed double doors. “And they found this.” He pushed it open.
    Leonard reeled and gasped as an overwhelming foulness assaulted his nostrils. Covering his mouth, he stepped inside the silent chambers, filled to capacity with the members of Congress and the President, all of whom were present. But motionless. Some were slumped in their chairs, others prone on the floor, while the President himself was draped over the podium.
    “Oh my God!”
    “My thoughts exactly,” Joel said. “It was an emergency and secret session. No designated survivor was in