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round.
     
    John came out of his room and went to the fridge. He stood there sifting through what was inside, then shut the door.
     
    “Where's the water?” he asked.
     
    “I stored everything we had in our spare portable tanks,” Brooke answered.
     
    The glasses on top of the fridge rattled when John shut the door.
     
    “Mom, you're freaking out over nothing. The president just told us help is on the way. You need to relax.”
     
    “Go to your room.”
     
    “But I didn't do anything.”
     
    “Now, Jonathan!”
     
    “You're crazy.”
     
    Brooke joined Emily at the table.
     
    “I don't think you're crazy, Mom,” Emily said.
     
    Brooke ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair. She gathered it together and tied it in a ponytail.
     
    “There, now your neck won't be as hot,” Brooke said.
     
    Emily let out a relieved sigh and giggled. She pulled her father's dog tags off and handed them to her mother.
    “Here, you need them more than I do right now,” Emily said.
     
    “Thanks, baby.”
     
    Emily scooted off her chair and walked to her room. Brooke could hear her daughter pull out some of her toys from the closet and start talking aloud, coming up with adventures for her dolls to go on.
     
    Brooke rolled Jason's dog tags between her fingers. She listened to the rhythmic sound of the two pieces of metal rubbing against each other. They were hot, just like everything else in the house.
     
    If her husband were still alive, there would be no doubt the marines would find a way to fly him wherever he needed to go for a mission. The military was never grounded during an emergency. They were the only ones still flying.
     
    That's it.
     
    Brooke remembered hearing a while back that one of Jason's old team members was stationed at the naval base in San Diego.
     
    Brooke leaped the stairs two at a time, sprinting for her room. She tore open a box from the closet that stored some of Jason's personal items. She found his old phone and plugged it in.
     
    The screen was cracked, but she prayed it still worked. When the home screen finally came up, she hit contacts. She scrolled through the numbers until she came across the name that said “Scratch.”
     
    She hit “call,” praying he still had the same number.

 
     
    ***
     
    Waves lapped against the sides of the ships in San Diego Bay. The sun beat down on the hard metal deck of the USS Ronald Reagan .
     
    First Lieutenant Eric Stephenson was propped under what little shade an F-15 wing offered. His hat was tilted down, and his aviators shielded his eyes from the sun's glare.
     
    He felt someone kick his shoe, but he didn't move. When the kick happened again, he remained motionless except for his lips.
     
    “You kick me one more time, and I swear I will launch every missile from this jet straight up your ass,” Eric said.
     
    “I don't think you'd want to fill out the paperwork, son.”
     
    Eric tilted his cap up and saw Captain Howard with his hands on his hips, jaw jutting forward, and a scowl that would cause an Eagle Scout to crap his pants.
     
    Eric shot up from the ground. He smacked his head against the belly of the plane, and his hat fell. He moved his hand hastily to salute, which knocked his sunglasses crooked.
     
    “Captain, my apologies, sir. I meant the firing of my missiles in your ass with the utmost respect. Sir.”
     
    “At ease, Lieutenant. Walk with me.”
     
    The two walked along the deck of the ship. Their boots stepped in unison, a habit from military marches that neither man had outgrown.
     
    “Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink,” Howard said.
     
    “Yeah, it's hot,” Eric replied.
     
    “I heard you had a reputation of being a smart-ass.”
     
    “It's one I'm proud to live up to, sir.”
     
    “You're about to be pulled into a briefing for a mission in regard to the president's statement to the American people earlier today. It's not a meeting I will be a part of, as I was relieved of my