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electrical engineer who was in town attending a company conference for the week. They each shared a little information about themselves, both being careful not to give away too much to what five minutes ago was a total stranger, but just enough to let each other know they could perhaps be beneficial to each other. Evan told him about his crew, and that they were waiting on Glen who had gone over to Manhattan.
    Damon responded, “If he went to the island you’re not gonna see him very soon. This morning I went on a walk to gather intel just before coming back into the lobby to witness this mess. I met an EMT who said the Island was hit hard. By whom, they didn't know. He thought he heard another first responder mention jihadists over the radio, but city officials are throwing around the words Tea Party and right wing extremists , but he said that's bull. Not sure why they are messing around saying stuff like that during an emergency, but it's all crap.
    “He said they have also pretty much declared martial law, and no one was allowed in or out. If you're not a government official, you're seen as a bad guy. Several buildings have been destroyed by bombings, as well as ferry terminals, subways, and even a few night clubs and restaurants. If I heard him right, even Times Square was hit pretty hard. So if your friend is okay, and still there, he's gonna be there for a while.”
    Evan just looked at the ground for a moment and said, “Well, in light of all of that, I need to talk to my crew, but if he doesn't show up soon, I think we are gonna have to move on before this place implodes.”
    “Oh, and by the way, you say you're airline?” questioned Damon with a not so pleasant expression.
    “Yes, why?” Evan enquired.
    “Well,” he said, “from what the EMT told me, LaGuardia and Kennedy were both hit and are said to be down for an indefinite time. So my guess is that you're on your own.”
    “Really? How were they hit? With what?” Evan responded.
    “Not sure. It was a quick conversation and he was just giving me a quick debrief of what he had seen and heard. If you guys decide to head out, let me know. Maybe we can work together, at least until we get out of the city. I've got a plan, and I'll let you in on it if you decide to go. Let's meet back down here at five o'clock to see if your man made it back from Manhattan and go from there.”
    “Sounds like a plan,” Evan said. “Hey wait, what floor are you on?”
    “Ninth,” Damon answered.
    “Well, we are on the eleventh; let’s meet in the stairwell on the tenth floor landing. That'll save a lot of stairs.”
    “Sounds good to me, my old knees miss the elevator,” Damon replied.
    With that being said, both men agreed with a handshake and parted ways. When Evan got back to Jason's room, he explained everything he had seen, heard, and learned downstairs. He gave them the pastries that he had acquired before the hotel staff abandoned their posts and explained, “For food, this is it. Even with what we have in our bags, we don't have much to hold out on for long. The stores that haven't been looted already can't process any transactions because everything is automated, and face it, because of our own addiction to the grid with our habit of using debit cards instead of cash while traveling, we don't have much to work with. I've got twenty three dollars in cash left.”
    “Eighteen for me,” added Jason.
    “Sorry, but I've only got some loose change,” said Peggy in an embarrassed manner.
    “That's forty one bucks and change between us,” Evan said adding it up quickly in his head. “That won't get us far, but in reality, paper money is probably not much use right now anyway.”
    “So what about Glen?” asked Peggy, who seemed more overwhelmed with each passing moment. “We can't just leave him here!”
    “We aren't leaving him here; he left us,” said Jason as he stood up and walked to the window. He stared out at the view below. “We all have