The segment records the unexpected apocalypse that followed on the heels of the combined base bombing of Ft. Benning and the Pandemic caused by Spritz’s Doomsday virus. America had hardly begun to recover from the Dirty bomb attack and the pandemic when only three months later, the unthinkable occurs; a 2-megaton nuclear device is detonated halfway between Baltimore and Washington D.C. Eric has no knowledge or involvement in the event and believes the Muskets could not have been involved on any level.
The portrayal of the immediate and subsequent events: the demographic tidal wave, mass insanity, collapse of basic services, complete inability of Homeland Security and FEMA and crisis response agencies and teams to mitigate the disaster or be of any help to those afflicted in areas where the EMP had destroyed all means of communication, the terror and hopelessness, are prescient and present a plausible scenario to be seriously considered by all.
Apocalypse
“When you stand on the brink of time, it is time to begin to perish.”
– Robinson Jeffers
Christof and Kicks Iron called me after returning from Yemen, full of enthusiasm, delighted with the success of Spritz’s Doomsday Bug. After seeing so many innocent dead, my previous enthusiasm had turned septic. It had almost gotten loose into the interior of the country. If it had, who knows what might have resulted.
They were enthused about the training, and with Beyrouti . . . especially with Beyrouti, though they omitted details over the phone. I asked about Carl and Spritz.
“Spritz headed for Susanville in a state of near shock at what he’d caused.”
“He should be in shock. What about Carl?”
“For some inexplicable reason,” Christof said, “Carl remained for an additional week.”
“Several last minute changes then. Tiffany ended up leaving at the same time I did. Shiraz had first said I was coming back alone.”
“Did you get the package.”
“Before we talk about that, Christof, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”
“About what?”
“About you!”
“Why would you say something like that, Eric?”
“I was in the room when a certain friend of ours was interviewing Spritz. A conversation that should have lasted a few minutes took an hour because he’s got a big mouth. You’d have thought he was in session with his therapist.”
“So, I’ll talk to him about it.”
“That’s not the main reason I’m pissed.”
“What is?”
“He told me you knew what he had planned. He thought I’d approved it. The first thing I want to discuss when you get here is why I didn’t know, why you didn’t talk to me first.”
There was a noticeable pause.
“We were preparing for the trip. There wasn’t a lot of time . . . “
”BullShit! That’s pure Bull, Christof! It takes sixty seconds to call my cellular. It’s always on and it never leaves me. I want some answers that make sense. I’m tired of this crap: critical stuff going down without me even knowing? This was serious; damned serious, Christof.” Another pause.
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