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home.”
    The Safeway parking lot was a flashback to the Home Depot lot—but even worse. People had carts loaded with toilet paper and canned food. Some of them were packed ridiculously high, including one couple who each pushed an overloaded cart. Everyone was hurrying and looking around as if they were worried about being mugged.
    “Oh no,” Jenny said. “People are hoarding! God, this is ugly. I don’t want to go in there. Let’s go back to Sam’s Club, honey.”
    “Yeah… yeah I think you’re right.”
    As they left the parking lot, Jenny rolled down her window, stuck her head out, and screamed.
    “What the hell is wrong with all you stupid people!”
    Clint chuckled. He looked at his wife, smiled, and fell in love with her all over again. For a moment he was taken back to their college days together.
    Sam’s Club, fortunately, wasn’t as crazy. But there was still more parking lot activity than usual. Also, a team of seven or eight employees were blocking the front doors checking membership cards, versus the usual one person who did it from just inside the front door.
    “It’s pandemonium out here,” the girl checking their card said. “Lots of non-members trying to get in, most of them saying they want to open a membership. We have to tell them Sam’s Club is no longer accepting new members. Some of them get quite angry.”
    “When did you stop taking new members?” Jenny asked.
    “Two hours ago. Thanks for shopping at Sam’s Club.”
    As Clint and Jenny strolled through the front doors, they heard tires screeching in the parking lot followed by a voice shouting from an open car window: “Fuck you Sam’s Club!”
    Clint and Jenny looked at each other with big smiles. Jenny laughed. But then she grabbed a cart.
    “Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to stock up on a few things…”
     

 

     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Fifth-district Congressman Wade Bennett wasn’t all that impressed with the interior of the Boeing C-17. But then he was used to first-class pampering on commercial passenger jets. His contemporaries, however, all seemed thrilled at being taken home on an Air Force craft. Especially second-district Congresswoman Carol Belcher, sitting next to him. She was an attractive woman, but Wade didn’t care for the scent of her cologne today.
    “I’m soooo glad to be going home,” Carol said. “Aren’t you?”
    Wade managed a smile. “Always nice to be home, especially when you live in our state. But I was all set for a good long session this year. Had my hat in the ring on two bills, and ready for a fight. So I’m disappointed work-wise.”
    “We’re still working. Our first videoconferencing session is in less than a week. You can fight for your bills then, if the docket ever gets to them. It’ll be interesting to see how this works.”
    “I’m guessing not very well.” Wade fished through the bucket of booze mini-bottles and found another bourbon before continuing his rant.
    “And the docket is out the window. We’ll only be talking about emergency measures now—assuming we actually get this contraption working, and then some semblance of order established. Hmm. Maybe I can get the marijuana-growing contract tacked on to an emergency medical supply bill.”
    “Your compassion for humanity is matched only by your faith in modern technology, as usual. Is there a gin in there?”
    Wade handed Carol the bucket. She snatched it away from him and shook her head full of auburn hair in disgust as she dug for her own bottle. Eventually her hand came out with a Tanqueray.
    “Technology,” Wade grumbled as he poured the whiskey in his tumbler of half-melted ice. “This country may be about to discover firsthand that all solutions depending on it are fickle at best. What’s everyone going to do if the grid goes down? How many congressmen besides me have a backup generator? Not enough for a quorum, I’ll tell you that.”
    “We’ve all been told to get them,” Carol said. “Or