Zero Day: A Novel
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The world is on the brink of apocalypse. Zero Day has come.
The only thing more terrifying than millions of spiders is the realization that those spiders work as one. But among the government, there is dissent: do we try to kill all of the spiders, or do we gamble on Professor Guyer’s theory that we need to kill only the queens?
For President Stephanie Pilgrim, it’s an easy answer. She’s gone as far as she can—more than two dozen American cities hit with tactical nukes, the country torn asunder—and the only answer is to believe in Professor Guyer. Unfortunately, Ben Broussard and the military men who follow him don’t agree, and Pilgrim, Guyer, and the loyal members of the government have to flee, leaving the question: what’s more dangerous, the spiders or ourselves?
Ezekiel Boone
Ezekiel Boone lives in upstate New York with his wife and children. He is the internationally bestselling author of The Hatching, Skitter, and Zero Day.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I was disappointed in this final book. It didn't do anything for me like the first two books. The pace was so slow and nothing exciting happened. I honestly got bored with it. The best part was the last few chapters I thought, up until the ending that is. Their solution for killing the spiders and saving the world was so completely anti-climatic it was utterly ridiculous.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fantastic! Read this in two sittings. Couldn't get enogh of it. Not very scary or gory but certainly a great post-apocalypse/survivalist science fiction. Loved all the characters as. Only thing I didn't like was the "and-they-all-lived-happily-ever-after" ending.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is the third and final installment of the series "The Hatching". I am so sad to see it over. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading this series. A very unusually creepy one as killer spiders are bringing the world to an end. And, those little buggers are everywhere!!Fortunately, the spiders are mostly talked about throughout the series. The destruction they can and will do is brought to your attention, but the book doesn't deal with the fatalities and just exactly what the spiders are doing to the people they find. I'm saying that it's not over and over repeated. The focus is mainly on the people trying to save the world from the spiders. I mean just the word "spider" turns me into a shivering mess. I don't really need to hear over and over what killer spiders are doing. Thank you for sparing me Mr. Boone!Yes, I have just finished the third book about spiders. Yikes!!!The book was very well written and kept me mesmerized throughout as the author takes us all ove the world to discover the plight of these spiders and what's happening to the world because of them. Yes, I did stay up late to finish this book and yes, it was worth it.Thanks to Atria Books and Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest, unbiased review.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Zero Day is the last entry in Ezekiel Boone's Hatching trilogy.It's the final showdown. Man against the carnivorous spiders that are threatening the extinction of the human race. The first book was the outbreak, the second the continuing fight and in this last book it's do or die."The world is on the brink of apocalypse. Zero Day has come."Yes, the premise reads like a B-movie plot, but it's great fun to read. And cringe -worthy, creepy, crawly spiders skittering all around..... Boone has created an ensemble cast that I've come to know and enjoy over the course of the first two books and this is what kept me coming back. They are an eclectic group with many different outlooks and personalities and I'm hard pressed to pick a favourite. No surprise that there is an ending to this ongoing battle. And I have to say, I quite enjoyed the 'wrap-up' of where the lives of the large cast went. (And in that wrap-up I wonder if I'm the only one that thinks one or two of them might make appearances in the future?)This trilogy could probably have been told in fewer pages, as the fight against the spiders seems a bit repetitive over the course of three books. That being said, Boone does have a way with words and does spin a good tale. I enjoyed his a wonderfully dark sense of humour. Boone fleshes out his narrative with lots of descriptions and side stories that I enjoyed.I chose to listen to Zero Day, as I did with the previous books. The narrator was George Newbern, one of my favourites. He has a unique voice - clear, pleasant to listen to and easy to understand. He has a wry tone that matches the book and captures Boone's dark humour. His inflections rise and fall, giving the tale movement.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I had a good time with this book. This is the third book in the Hatching trilogy which really needs to be read in order. This book picks up right after the events of the previous book and the three books really tell just a piece of the overall story. I am really glad that I read the entire trilogy during the past couple of months because I was able to remember details of the story that I would have most likely forgotten if I had read them as they were published. I found this book to be an entertaining page turner.I really like the way that the story is told. Just like the previous books in the series, the book is told from a large number of point of views. Most of the characters that get a chance to help tell this story have played key roles in the earlier books but there is still the occasional viewpoint from someone new to the story. Some point of views show up quite frequently while others show up only once. This installment seemed to focus on the known characters a bit more with fewer one and gone point of views.This is the final book in the trilogy so things are pretty dire at the start of the book. This book really focused almost completely on the situation in the United States. Things are not good. There is the spider problem of course but the politics were almost as dangerous. I found the politics and the spiders to be equally entertaining. The scientists and the inventors were working hard to find a solution and it was a whole lot of fun watching them as they made discoveries.I thought that this was a pretty exciting story. There was enough action to really keep things interesting. I also thought the the evolution of the spiders was very interesting. There were a few moments that I had no idea how things would work out and there were some truly scary moments. I thought that the ending was quite fitting.I would recommend this series to others. I thought that this was a really well told story with just enough of a creepy factor to keep things very interesting. I will definitely be looking for more of Ezekiel Boone's writing in the future.I received an advance reader edition of this book from Atria/Emily Bestler Books via NetGalley.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I received this from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Solid 4 stars
The writing level is maintained in this third book, as in the first two, and the tension level is somehow maintained at a high level, as well. It's not often a series hits a peak early on and maintains that level of excellence throughout the rest of the volumes.
The plot was well-thought out, albeit with a couple eye-rolling moments, but those didn't really detract from the story, and in fact, probably helped it along.
I don't know if I'll ever read this series again, but I would definitely recommend it! - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/53.5/5*
ZERO DAY was a fun wrap up to the trilogy that started with THE HATCHING.
The narrative is still following all the same people, people who are now facing the fallout from a few nuclear strikes across the U.S., and the previous ones which occurred in various places around the world. The spiders are still continuing to mutate and evolve with the most dangerous of them all appearing in this book.
I enjoyed following the characters around on each of their missions and adventures. What I did not like was the following, (do not click if you don't want to know): where are the dead people? None of the main people die! I wish the story had more guts by sacrificing at least one of the main characters. Having them all live was just playing it too safe for my liking. Of course, I like it when everyone dies, so your mileage may vary.) I rarely felt anyone was in real danger.
Additionally, I wanted more spider action. In the previous two books, there was lots of it. They were your usual quick chapter Creature Features with lots of spiders overcoming people, animals, etc... In this book there is little of that, other than during the denouement, which was disappointing.
As a whole, this series was a ton of fun! Even though I found this entry to be slightly wanting, the trilogy itself was a blast, with a couple of real twists that I enjoyed. And, I have to admit that at times, reading it made me itchy!
If Creature Features are your thing, then I highly recommend you check out this trilogy! I just recommend you have lots of lights on, so you can immediately spot any insects heading your way.
*Thanks to Atria and to NetGalley for the e-ARC of this book in exchange for my honest feedback. This is it.*
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Zero Day - Ezekiel Boone
PROLOGUE
Mars Conquest Shuttle, Low Earth Orbit
Commander Reynard never used foul language, so pardon him, but this was some grade-A bullpoop. Where the heck was his parade?
Reynard was a born-and-bred Saskatchewan wheat farmer. Canola and lentils and peas, too, but durum wheat most of all. His mom had managed the farm with an iron fist. She was quick with a kiss or a kind word, but she could squeeze a nickel hard enough to make it weep two quarters. Reynard’s dad was in charge of the actual physical work of farming—sowing and reaping, disking fields and tasking the hired help, soil testing and fertilizing—but it was his mom who ran the show. And one of the things she’d always told Reynard and his sister was that complaining about the weather neither makes it rain nor shine. If you can’t change it, don’t complain; and if you can change it, change it. And you still don’t complain. For his entire childhood, he’d been taught that the worst accusation that could be leveled against another person was that they were a complainer. A dog barking at the wind,
his mother said. And if it held true when he was just a boy on a farm, his mother told him, it held doubly true now that he was an astronaut.
But still.
Bullpoop.
He’d left the farm for university at seventeen, and although he’d gone back for vacations and holidays, he’d never really looked back. Yes, in some ways he knew that the open skies of Saskatchewan and the red dirt roads of his childhood would always define him, but he’d spent his entire adult life working to trade that childhood in for the endless skies of space and the red dirt of an entire planet.
Commander Brian Reynard. The first man to set foot on Mars.
And this was what he was coming back to?
Forget the hours he’d spent studying—an engineering and biochemistry double major as an undergrad—or in flight simulators as part of the Royal Canadian Air Force. Forget the time he’d spent at Edwards Air Force Base during a joint program that allowed him to attend the US Air Force Test Pilot School, or the time he’d spent getting his master’s in aeronautics. Forget the chunks of his life that were eaten by the basement offices at NASA and the meeting rooms of the Canadian Space Agency. Forget the time he’d spent running and working out at the gym, making sure he was in better shape than the younger and more polished astronauts who were trying to bump him out of the spot he’d earned. Forget, even, all the years he’d spent preparing specifically for this one single mission.
Just look at the mission itself: eight and a half months flying the Mars Conquest shuttle using a fuel-efficient but relatively slow Hohmann Transfer Orbit to Mars; one and a half years establishing the first research station on Mars itself and waiting for the window to align for the trip back; another eight and a half months flying the return. How about that? Almost three years of his life. Sure, humanity had reached the point where simply going to space was no longer enough to make you famous—the Wikipedia list of people who’ve been in space was absurdly long—and even walking on the moon was a crowded field. But to be the first person on Mars? The first man to set foot on the Red Planet? The first human to stride upon a giant, cold, dusty sphere floating among the stars? That had to count for something, didn’t it?
When it was already old news, the black-and-white echo of Neil Armstrong’s one small step on the moon gave him the shivers as a kid. And even as Reynard stepped down the ladder and let the weak gravity of Mars pull him to the surface—even as he said the words that had been so carefully prepared for him by the committee that represented all six of the countries on the Mars Conquest Shuttle team—Armstrong’s voice, static and all, ran through him like lightning. It felt electric.
So Commander Reynard thought it was reasonable to want a hero’s welcome when he landed back on Earth. He thought it was reasonable to believe that he’d take his place among the great explorers of human history. And, gosh darn it, he thought it was reasonable to expect a ticker-tape parade when he returned.
He knew he was being ridiculous. Even if he hadn’t been raised by a mother who thought that complaining was a cardinal sin—followed closely by bragging and then using foul language—he would have recognized that it was crazy for him to be upset that there wasn’t going to be a parade. There were bigger things to worry about.
Maybe that was why he was fixated on his disappointment about the lack of a parade. It gave him something to think about other than the unthinkable. He and the rest of the crew had followed along when the first news of the spiders started making the rounds—bandwidth was limited at times, but they did have Internet access—and they’d alternated between disbelief and horror. It had seemed bad enough as they’d gotten closer and closer to Earth: a nuclear accident in China that turned out to be no accident and was just a harbinger of things to come, followed by outbreaks of spiders around the globe. And then, suddenly, it seemed like it was over. The Earth was reeling, but it still turned as it always did. As they settled into low Earth orbit in preparation for landing the shuttle, Commander Reynard thought how easy it would have been for him and his crew to be oblivious to what had happened below.
From two hundred kilometers up, Earth was luminous and peaceful. So startling in its beauty that Reynard, who never tired of gazing upon the planet of his birth, sometimes doubted that what he was looking at was even real. If he hadn’t been a man of science, he might have entertained the idea that this was all some sort of dream, or that Earth was the product of some great being beyond his comprehension. Despite a childhood of being a good Protestant, as an adult he’d become a member of the church of science. He worshipped at the altar of math and engineering, so it was difficult to think of the hand of God. And yet, as he watched the sun rise and set and rise and set over Earth as the shuttle sped around in orbit at a speed of more than seven kilometers per second, it was almost impossible for Reynard not to believe in a higher power. As he’d said when he first stepped foot on Mars, Mankind’s place is among the heavens.
And then there’d been the second round of outbreaks.
But in the days between the end of the first outbreak and the beginning of the second, the crew had spent a lot of time . . . Well, no matter what kind of a spin he wanted to put on it, probably the best way to say it was that they had spent a lot of time freaking out. Science officers Ya Zhang and Vasily Sokolov had gotten extremely different information from the Chinese and Russian governments, respectively, which made everybody nervous. They were all scientists, and they were used to working with data. Ya was told not to worry despite the fact that China had basically nuked half of itself, and Vasily was told there was a spider menace but it was being contained because of Russian ingenuity.
Reynard had called a meeting to talk about it, and after hours and hours of comparing information, of going back and forth, they’d decided that there wasn’t anything to do but wait for orders. So they’d done everything they could to prepare for landing the shuttle, which under normal conditions would have kept them busy and anxious enough as is.
But it quickly became clear that these were not normal conditions, and when the second round of outbreaks began, it was almost a relief; Reynard realized he’d been expecting it from the moment the first outbreak died out, and to have it finally happen felt like a release.
They watched President Pilgrim’s address to America, listened to her explain her plan to try to break the country apart in order to save it. Out of respect, Reynard and the rest of the crew acted like they didn’t see the flight engineer, Shimmie, crying. And then, as near as they could tell, all hell broke loose. Communications were sporadic from Earth, until suddenly, with great bursts of light, communications were no more. They had another argument—the kind that only overly educated people can have in a time of crisis—over whether they had lost touch with Earth because the nuclear weapons detonated across the face of America caused an electromagnetic pulse that fried satellites and circuits in a way that the Chinese nukes had not, or because society was simply unraveling. But after an hour or two Reynard cut it off.
It doesn’t matter,
he said. By then they’d seen the pinprick glow of three dozen tactical nuclear weapons dot North America, and they’d talked and fought for long enough to see a pair of sunrises and sunsets, the Mars Conquest shuttle making a neat circle of Earth roughly every two hours. We might as well make a decision. We have enough redundancy to stay up here another two months. So we can wait for orders until our margins are razor-thin, at which point, if we haven’t heard anything, we’ll have to act on our own anyway. Or, and maybe I’m posing the answer as a question, we can recognize that things are all messed up down there, that we’re never going to actually get real orders, and we should just say screw it, and go ahead and land her.
Despite the trappings of a military expedition, Commander Reynard took a vote. One by one, Vasily, Ya, Shimmie, Turk, and even Jenny each voted to take the shuttle out of orbit.
Okay,
Reynard said. Let’s go home.
The reentry made the ship buck and rattle like two bullfrogs mating on a cymbal, but once things had smoothed out and his body no longer felt buffeted, Commander Reynard was surprised to find himself crying. Two years, eleven months, three days. That’s how long he’d gone without stepping foot on Earth. No matter that he’d always be the first man to have stepped on Mars: Earth was his home. From the captain’s chair, the view was stunning. Sunny skies over Florida. A blue so clear that the few wisps of clouds only served to make it more perfect. The Atlantic Ocean a sparkling jewel.
The landing itself was almost anticlimactic. They used the same runway at the Kennedy Space Center that had been used for the space shuttle, and even though the Mars Conquest shuttle flew more like a running shoe than an eagle, they touched down gently. Commander Reynard used fourteen thousand of the runway’s fifteen thousand feet to bring the ship to a stop. They ran through all their checklists and procedures and finally they stepped outside, with Commander Reynard, as was his right as the first person to have set foot on Mars, being the first person to set foot back on Earth.
After nearly three years of canned and recycled air, the thick soup of a Florida afternoon felt wonderful and alive in his lungs. For a moment he was unaccountably happy, all thoughts of spiders and nuclear weapons and mayhem and death and the end of the world set aside at the simple joy of breathing in and out and in and out with Earth’s gravity keeping his feet connected to the ground beneath him.
But it was so quiet.
Nobody there to greet them.
No parade.
There was never going to be a parade.
Commander Reynard sighed. Total, complete, grade-A bullpoop.
Bethesda, Maryland
It took less than five minutes for Lance Corporal Kim Bock to realize they were on their own. Just before the nukes fell, they’d watched a helicopter fly off with the five scientists and two civilian passengers, Amy Lightfoot and Fred Klosnicks, along with Amy’s great, goofy chocolate Lab, Claymore, to the safety of an aircraft carrier. Amy’s husband, Gordo, and Fred’s husband, Shotgun, were left behind with Kim and the Marines. The helicopter pilot had promised that she’d come back for them, but despite Kim’s desire to believe in salvation, she knew it was an empty promise. The helicopter had been overloaded as it was, and while Dr. Guyer and the other scientists might have been a critical priority, Kim and her fellow Marines certainly weren’t. No. Kim was pretty realistic about it: they were on their own. Spiders were eating people, the United States government was using nukes on its own soil, and the cavalry was not coming to rescue them.
At first they kept busy. For a little while they worked to transform Professor Guyer’s lab and the biocontainment unit at the National Institutes of Health into a place where they could hide from the spiders. They gave up on that endeavor once Shotgun pointed out to Staff Sergeant Rodriguez that the suburbs of Washington, DC, might not be a safe place even if they could keep away from the spiders.
The whole reason I built a bunker in the first place was because of nuclear weapons,
Shotgun said. Obviously, I didn’t expect to need shelter from nuclear weapons because they were being used to protect us from spiders. Well, theoretically protect us. I have to be honest, I’m not sure that this has been the best strategy. But the point still stands: there’s a reasonable expectation that DC could be next. The risk of getting vaporized if we stay here is bigger than the risk of spiders. We’re working with incomplete information, but, still, I wouldn’t wait around for orders if I were you.
They were working with incomplete information. Everything was crumbling around them—power outages, cell phone circuits overloaded or down, the radio nothing but static, the Internet more of an idea than a reality—but they heard about the nukes: Denver, Minneapolis, Chicago, Kansas City, Cleveland, Memphis, Dallas, Las Vegas. Maybe thirty, the best they could tell, wiping out all the major metropolises that were known to be infested. Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of pounds, maybe millions of pounds, of conventional explosives that had already been dropped on highways and byways in an attempt to make America impassable. The theory being that the harder it was for people to travel, the harder it was for spiders to travel with them.
Well,
Private Sue Chirp said, at least Disneyland was spared. I’ve always wanted to go.
Kim started to correct her and then stopped. What was the point of telling Sue that Disneyland was, in fact, destroyed, along with all of Los Angeles and a good chunk of the West Coast? Kim knew that Sue was talking just to talk, to try to make both of them feel better. Besides, Sue really meant Disney World. And as far as Kim could tell, Sue was probably right: Florida, at least so far, seemed to have remained untouched by the spiders.
For some reason, thinking about Florida and Disney World made Kim start thinking about the difference between the two cartoon dogs, Goofy and Pluto, wondering why one could talk and walk on two legs, while the other was a straight-up dog, which made her think of Amy’s dog, Claymore, which made her start crying. Again. She’d been doing that a lot.
While Rodriguez did his best to give the platoon busywork, there was still a lot of downtime. Which meant Kim had the free time to keep thinking about that stupid dog. She’d always wanted a dog as a kid, but her dad was allergic. And wasn’t that the craziest thing? As close as they were to the Woodley Park neighborhood where her parents lived only walking distance from her dad’s job at the National Cathedral School, Kim had barely thought about them. But she couldn’t stop crying at the thought of Claymore wagging his tail while she loaded him onto that helicopter.
Meanwhile, Teddie, who worked at CNN, walked around filming everything and seemed excited about the idea of making some sort of a documentary. While she did that, the other two civilians, Shotgun and Gordo, got busy tinkering with their machine, the ST11, which was supposed to be a spider killer but mostly just seemed to make the arachnids sleepy. However, that didn’t stop Shotgun from periodically calling Rodriguez over and repeating his point, which was that if the United States government in all its glory and wisdom had decided to drop a few dozen nukes as a way of eradicating infested cities, Washington, DC, might not be that far behind. And while the National Institutes of Health were not, technically, in Washington, DC, a couple of miles didn’t seem like sufficient distance where mushroom clouds were concerned. Every time Shotgun said it, Kim could see Rodriguez struggle with it. Rodriguez wasn’t exactly an independent thinker, and with everything messed up and the platoon essentially without orders, it was clear that the staff sergeant didn’t know what to do.
To his credit, Rodriguez had maintained discipline, and he’d also had them keep their distance from the other armed forces set up in the NIH parking lots and surrounding areas. Still, Kim couldn’t help noticing that as the time slipped away, it seemed like some of the men and women in uniform from the units around them were going missing.
I’m not imagining it, am I?
she asked Honky Joe.
Nope,
Honky Joe said. Not as many as you’d think, all things considered, but there have definitely been some desertions. Credit Rodriguez for keeping things tight in our platoon. But it’s a matter of time before we start bleeding.
He studied her and then shook his head. Nah. You ain’t thinking of it yourself. I’d know if you were. You’re too smart for that. No point, really. Where you running to? I don’t think anybody has a handle on this. If it was something else? Russians. North Koreans. Terrorists, even. We plan for that, don’t we? But spiders?
He laughed and then handed her the bottle of Gatorade he was drinking from. It was warm, and the sickly green color of the sugary liquid made her teeth ache just looking at it, but that didn’t stop her from drinking it. It reminded her of childhood, a sweet comfort. Better off sticking together, aren’t we? Isn’t that the whole point of being a Marine?
She thought so. It was one of the reasons she’d joined. Being a Marine meant being part of something bigger than herself.
She kept the bottle of Gatorade and did her best to drift close to where Shotgun, Gordo, and Teddie were huddled with Rodriguez without being too obvious about it. She got close enough to hear Shotgun telling Rodriguez, in no uncertain terms, that whatever the Marines chose to do, the civilians were getting the heck away from DC as soon as possible.
An hour later, when Rodriguez called them in, Kim noticed that for the first time their unit was a man short. Garvey or Harvey or something like that. He was a quiet kid, skin so pale he looked like all he’d ever had to drink was warm milk, and Kim had been thankful he wasn’t in her fire team. But even though Kim saw Rodriguez register that roll call had fallen short, the absence was left unmentioned. If anything, Rodriguez seemed relieved, and as he started to talk, Kim realized it was because he no longer had to struggle with making a decision: his hand had been forced. He couldn’t just keep marking time.
The primary assets at the NIH
—by this, he meant the scientists who’d flown off in the helicopter—"are no longer here. Which means that our original orders—to bring our civilian guests to Professor Guyer—are our most current orders. We’re not going to be able to get Shotgun or Gordo to the USS Elsie Downs."
Kim heard Honky Joe mutter Not without a helicopter
under his breath.
So our primary goal in the meantime will be to keep these civilians safe. They were assigned as high-value assets, and we will continue to act in that manner, putting their safety as the highest priority. And, given the concerns about Washington, DC, as a potential strike target, it’s my decision that we’re moving out.
As he claimed that it was his decision, Kim saw his eyes flicker in the direction of Shotgun and Gordo.
Where to?
Kim didn’t know who asked the question, but she didn’t care. What mattered was that they were moving.
Chincoteague Island, Virginia,
Rodriguez said. Not a place of any importance on any national scale, but it was a good place for them to wait. It was far away from Washington, DC, but right on the ocean. That way, if they did manage to reestablish contact and hitch a ride on a helicopter, they’d be a little closer to the safety of the aircraft carriers. As Rodriguez told them the plan, Kim could see her fellow Marines looking around at the other troops in the area, but none of the others seemed to be thinking about leaving. Kim didn’t care. As long as they were out of there, she was good.
Rodriguez handled it about as well as he could. He gave them orders and was clear that even if Teddie wasn’t part of the original group, she was now under the umbrella of high-value assets
with Gordo and Shotgun and their silly little box. As the Marines started getting ready to hit the road, Kim tried to get a read on the platoon. As far as she could tell, Honky Joe was the only other Marine who’d realized that Shotgun and Gordo had made the decision for Rodriguez.
They didn’t have Hummers or joint light tactical vehicles— JLTVs—so they commandeered civilian vehicles from the parking lots at NIH and surrounding areas. It turned out that between Private First Class Elroy Trotter’s history as a juvenile delinquent and Gordo’s and Shotgun’s skill with electronics, hot-wiring a bunch of SUVs and pickup trucks wasn’t that hard. A couple of the guys—all guys, no women—grumbled that it seemed a shame not to borrow
the gleaming fire-orange Porsche 911 GT3 that was daintily angled across two parking spots.
Come on. Look at her. That’s sex on wheels,
Private Hamitt Frank said to Kim. You know how much one of those things goes for?
Mitts shook his head, his eyes drooping in sadness like a hound dog’s. Fully loaded like that? It’s got ceramic composite brakes, all kinds of carbon fiber crap . . .
He trailed off as he ran his finger along the roofline. For a moment Kim thought he had actual tears in his eyes. Two hundred thousand dollars. At least. And all it’s doing is sitting here.
But Rodriguez had been explicit: only vehicles with four-wheel drive and high ground clearance. The air force had done a number on the roads and bridges of the western and central United States of America. So far, the East Coast had been largely unscathed, but that didn’t mean it would be easy travels. Rodriguez wanted them to be able to cut across fields and drive over curbs, to go cross-country when needed. Even if it hadn’t been an order from Rodriguez to stick to trucks and SUVs, it was, Kim thought, a good decision. Besides, what was it with boys and fancy cars? Personally, she’d take a kick-ass pickup truck over a sports car any day.
She ended up behind the wheel of a Nissan Titan. The truck was a beast, and either it was brand-new, or whoever owned it treated it with a tenderness that Kim had never gotten from any boyfriend. She wasn’t sure exactly how it had shaken out the way it did, but she ended up with all three of the civilians in her truck: Teddie in the front seat with her camera, Gordo directly behind Kim, and Shotgun behind Teddie. Teddie had offered to let Shotgun sit in front, since he was so much taller than she was, but he’d waved her off and said it was fine as long as she scooted the seat up.
That was neatly done. You backed Rodriguez into a corner without embarrassing him,
Kim said to Shotgun as they pulled out of the lot. She glanced in the rearview mirror and met his eyes.
I don’t know what you’re talking about,
he said, but it was clear he knew exactly what Kim was talking about.
For the first hour or two, she mostly tuned out the men in the backseat. They were talking about gigahertz and megahertz and ionization and frequency and longwave and shortwave and even sky wave propagation, although at that point she had long lost the thread. Teddie plugged her digital video camera into one of the twelve-volt ports to charge—Kim didn’t know much about cameras, but it looked expensive—and then promptly fell asleep. Which meant that Kim was free to sync her phone to the truck’s Bluetooth system and listen to the old-school rap playlist her best friend from high school had made.
The driving itself almost drove her crazy. Rodriguez had ordered his eight vehicles to stay in tight formation, which probably wouldn’t have been a big deal if it weren’t for the traffic. The roads were clogged. It seemed like everybody was trying to either get to DC or leave DC at the same time. They’d creep along for a few minutes and then drive a hundred yards at speed and then come to a complete stop for five full minutes. When a gap did open up, trying to get all eight trucks and SUVs through together was maddening. By the time Kim was singing along to the Sugarhill Gang’s Rapper’s Delight,
two hours after they’d left the NIH, they’d barely traveled four miles.
Which made her particularly cranky about Shotgun’s request.
Or a Walmart,
he said. Honestly, a Radio Shack would be ideal, but unless your cell phone is magically working and we can figure out where the nearest Radio Shack is, we’re better off just finding a big-box computer store.
But a Walmart really would be fine if we can’t find a tech store or a Radio Shack,
Gordo piped up.
But I’d prefer a Radio Shack.
Do you happen to know where the closest Radio Shack is? Or a Walmart?
she asked.
No.
Shotgun sounded doleful. "We’ve both