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behind her and she felt and smelled some smoke blowing over her shoulder. She turned around and stared at the FBI guy standing close behind her. He smiled at her.
    “It’s a big thing,” he said. “Terrorist attack and then a possible massive environmental crisis? We have to make sure people don’t get the wrong idea.”
    “The wrong idea?” Elly quipped. “What would be the wrong idea?”
    “I’m just there to make sure you report the facts properly.”
    With that, he threw his cigarette butt down and walked away.
    Another half hour passed before they were airborne again. Elly tried to stop herself from looking at the FBI agent. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on the fire in the distance. She did not want to give away her suspicions that the man knew more than he was letting on. It was just too obvious that he knew something about what was happening. But she could not ask him, or else he would immediately shut down the report. So she kept quiet.
     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
    Averting his eyes, Dave took his T-shirt off and gave it to Sheila. Wes was bent over Joy.
    “We should go and look for the doctor,” he said.
    Joy had just opened her eyes, but she kept blinking rapidly and her eyes were unfocused. Dave nodded and looked across, catching Sheila slipping on the T-shirt.
    “Do you think the doctor is still alive?”
    Wes thought for a moment.
    “I don’t know. Maybe we should go and find him?”
    “I’ll stay here to look after her,” Sheila said, picking up the ice bag.
    Wes laid his arms on her shoulder.
    “Are you sure?”
    Sheila nodded.
    “Someone needs to stay here, and you and Dave will move a lot quicker and easier.”
    Wes and Dave were silent as they walked down the stairs. There was no movement in the bar or in the Plaza now. It was just a mess of mangled flesh, bone and blood. Nothing moved and it was eerily silent. Wes looked at Dave. He felt he needed to say something just to stop himself from crying at the scene that surrounded them.
    “Dave...” he began. “What happened with Joy?”
    Dave looked behind them, seeing Sheila’s blonde hair through the window as she knelt by the bed.
    “A shelf came loose and it hit her in the head.”
    He pointed to the door on the other side of the Plaza, behind the stage, signaling they would have to go there.
    “At least, I think that’s what happened. We were sheltered by the bar, but I got thrown down anyway. The plank must have come this way and hit her. It had blood on it and was beside her.”
    They made their way up to the sports fields, which was where the hospital was located. The corridors there were empty. The sliding doors still worked, but the lobby of the hospital was empty and quiet. There was a sort of ominous feel inside. Dave rang the bell at the desk, even though he knew it would be a waste of time.
    They walked on and Wes opened the first door he came across. This was where they could normally find one of the two GPs that serviced ‘The City’. On the whole rig, there were 5 doctors; two GPs, a gynecologist, a trauma specialist and a surgeon. For anything major you were supposed to go to the mainland, but this little hospital had been set up to be prepared for all eventualities.
    The GP was not there. Wes figured he was on the Plaza. He tried the next room. Nobody there either. Dave looked into the room over his shoulder and went for the door across the hallway. He opened it and stepped in. For a moment he was shocked, but then he burst out in laughter.
    The office belonged to the gynecologist and he had been examining a patient when part of his ceiling collapsed. He could see that both the man and the patient were dead, based on the large amount of blood and the angle of the woman’s head beneath the plaster. Wes came to see why Dave was laughing and could not help himself chuckling when he saw them.
    “I always knew he was a dirty bastard,” he said.
    The doctor had his pants down around his ankles and the woman was