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myself. Who would have the capability of killing off our networks like this and how do you explain that?” Joshua said as he pointed to the fierce red sky.
“ I don't think anyone knows what the hell is going on, even the government.” He continued expressing himself bravely.
“ Perhaps Deacon's pissed off too many people.” Sarah said, cynically directing her anger towards the Prime Minister who had not had an easy run of it of late.
“ It's the damn Chinese. The whole red sky thing is a calling card.” Joshua remarked in jest although others may have read more than a little in to it.
“ We need to get to a damn TV station or even a local radio, find out what the fuck is going on.” Sarah said forcefully. She was right in a sense, it would at least answer the question of why they could not broadcast.
“ I'll go.” Joshua said putting himself forward.
“ You'll need a car.” Sarah wisely noted Joshua's lack of transport. Throwing him a bunch of keys, it was quickly agreed that Joshua would tackle the local commercial radio station, 'Thames Talk' which had their offices in Camden.
“ It may be that they are broadcasting but the signal is being lost, I expect they are also in the dark the same as us!” Joshua said as he made his way to the car park.
“ Josh?” Sarah called out halting him in his tracks.
“ Be careful.”
CHAPTER NINE
Niemechek Residence, Orlando, Florida
November 14 th 2020
Roger Coffey sat nervously upon the long upholstered sofa clutching a large glass of red wine. Jill sat at the other end of the sofa, her glass long since emptied. It was late. They had talked long into the small hours of the morning, remembering Paul, discussing their collective experiences with him throughout the past ten years. Roger looked at Jill and remembered the way she looked when he had first met her when they were both still in the Air Force. They were sweethearts then but people change. Roger never begrudged Paul, they were a perfect couple and Paul was always contented to have Roger around despite their well known history.
Jill's living room was large and plush. The sofa's matched the wallpaper, the wooden furniture was all the same shade of deep red brown mahogany and several up-lighters gave the room a comfortable feel that was homely and warm. Jill was in her early forties and had given up work when Paul went to NASA. She did not want for much, her children got the best of her attention and she was an active and proud parent to two girls, nine and eleven.
Roger had not planned on staying so late. It was only meant to be a fleeting visit. He wanted to know that Jill was coping with the horrendous events of the past week. He did not even mentioned his accident at first. He was too concerned for Jill, plus in his mind he needed to know what might have driven Paul to take his own life.
Feeling a little vindicated to know that Paul had no hidden depression or worries, Jill revealed that Paul had in fact just bought the family tickets to Disneyland the previous day and had been discussing taking leave in the summer. Roger had been suspicious from the start when he was delivered the Director's verdict on Paul's state of mind. Roger did not even want to consider an alternative to his boss' verdict, to do so would open a whole can of worms.
“ Did I mention that I crashed the car on the way over?” Roger asked, despite knowing that he had not talked about it previously.
“ Oh my God, you're OK though? What happened?” Jill's eyes were glazed and her speech slightly slurred. Her accent was unusual, her English heritage was tinged with the American twang, a product of emigration earlier in her life. Roger did not know if this was the most appropriate time to be raising his suspicions.
“ Brakes failed.” He replied succinctly.
“ God, that must have been terrifying. Were you going fast at the
“ I don't think anyone knows what the hell is going on, even the government.” He continued expressing himself bravely.
“ Perhaps Deacon's pissed off too many people.” Sarah said, cynically directing her anger towards the Prime Minister who had not had an easy run of it of late.
“ It's the damn Chinese. The whole red sky thing is a calling card.” Joshua remarked in jest although others may have read more than a little in to it.
“ We need to get to a damn TV station or even a local radio, find out what the fuck is going on.” Sarah said forcefully. She was right in a sense, it would at least answer the question of why they could not broadcast.
“ I'll go.” Joshua said putting himself forward.
“ You'll need a car.” Sarah wisely noted Joshua's lack of transport. Throwing him a bunch of keys, it was quickly agreed that Joshua would tackle the local commercial radio station, 'Thames Talk' which had their offices in Camden.
“ It may be that they are broadcasting but the signal is being lost, I expect they are also in the dark the same as us!” Joshua said as he made his way to the car park.
“ Josh?” Sarah called out halting him in his tracks.
“ Be careful.”
CHAPTER NINE
Niemechek Residence, Orlando, Florida
November 14 th 2020
Roger Coffey sat nervously upon the long upholstered sofa clutching a large glass of red wine. Jill sat at the other end of the sofa, her glass long since emptied. It was late. They had talked long into the small hours of the morning, remembering Paul, discussing their collective experiences with him throughout the past ten years. Roger looked at Jill and remembered the way she looked when he had first met her when they were both still in the Air Force. They were sweethearts then but people change. Roger never begrudged Paul, they were a perfect couple and Paul was always contented to have Roger around despite their well known history.
Jill's living room was large and plush. The sofa's matched the wallpaper, the wooden furniture was all the same shade of deep red brown mahogany and several up-lighters gave the room a comfortable feel that was homely and warm. Jill was in her early forties and had given up work when Paul went to NASA. She did not want for much, her children got the best of her attention and she was an active and proud parent to two girls, nine and eleven.
Roger had not planned on staying so late. It was only meant to be a fleeting visit. He wanted to know that Jill was coping with the horrendous events of the past week. He did not even mentioned his accident at first. He was too concerned for Jill, plus in his mind he needed to know what might have driven Paul to take his own life.
Feeling a little vindicated to know that Paul had no hidden depression or worries, Jill revealed that Paul had in fact just bought the family tickets to Disneyland the previous day and had been discussing taking leave in the summer. Roger had been suspicious from the start when he was delivered the Director's verdict on Paul's state of mind. Roger did not even want to consider an alternative to his boss' verdict, to do so would open a whole can of worms.
“ Did I mention that I crashed the car on the way over?” Roger asked, despite knowing that he had not talked about it previously.
“ Oh my God, you're OK though? What happened?” Jill's eyes were glazed and her speech slightly slurred. Her accent was unusual, her English heritage was tinged with the American twang, a product of emigration earlier in her life. Roger did not know if this was the most appropriate time to be raising his suspicions.
“ Brakes failed.” He replied succinctly.
“ God, that must have been terrifying. Were you going fast at the
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