They had pizza and junk food in the room but in a couple of days that was all gone, as was all the snacks in the mini-bar. Service was not offered from the kitchen and they still had not received an email or call from Liza or Henry. The service for Blackberry was still down, but Colby was able to get online and check his online mail accounts. There were dozens of emails from family and friends who knew they were in California. Colby answered them all with the same email. But he had learned a little bit more and was able to follow up on the news sites.
No one knew where the missiles had come from, but they struck multiple targets in the U.S. Almost every major centre was hit. Damage was minimal, the injuries came from mobs panicking, and deaths mainly came from car pile-ups. No word yet on the substance that coated everything and everyone where the missiles landed, but it wasn’t radioactive to the point of being dangerous. With that knowledge, and with the kids getting hungry again, Colby went to see the general.
He only got as far as Lieutenant Simons who assured him the General was far too busy to see him.
“Are you letting people in and out?”
“Negative”
“But there is limited radioactivity. Why can’t we reunite with our family?”
“Too dangerous.”
“Listen, I have scared kids who are missing their Mom and Dad. We have to be allowed to go look for them.”
“Sir, I know you have viable concerns, but the best thing you can do right now for yourself, your kids and your country is to remain calm.”
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Colby knew he was right felt compelled to correct him. “I’m not American.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m here on holidays from Canada, haven’t we had this conversation before?”
“Not so as I would remember it. Are your kids Canadian too?”
“They are the frozen chosen.”
He took out a handheld and typed something in. “Duly noted.”
Wondering what that was all about, Colby continued. “And about those frozen chosen kids, is there anyway I can get some food for them? I know the general would be happy to see me loose some weight…” he saw the lieutenant smile “…I don’t want my sister to see her children malnourished.”
“The chow line begins at 17:30 of course you are welcome.”
“Thank you.”
The lieutenant continued, “I have been instructed to inform all the guests of the hotels that we’ve needed to raise the rates during this time of crisis. You’ll receive a note explaining the bill in the morning.”
