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strapped it to his belt. He liked to keep his pistol at his hip for easy access, and the Ruger LC9 was small enough to be hidden under a jacket without looking too bulky. He stuffed one of the pistols in his bag and kept the other one out, loading a magazine in it. He shoved it in the holster, covering it up with his shirt, along with two spare magazines. He walked back down into his room and grabbed a jacket out of the closet.
     
    Jim placed the duffel bag of guns and ammo behind the seat of his truck along with the backpack. When he came back inside, he saw Coyle sitting on the couch with Tigs in his lap purring loudly. Jim walked to the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pills from the cabinet and headed over to Coyle. He tossed the pills into his hand and Coyle examined the bottle.
     
    “What’s this?” Coyle asked.
     
    “Potassium-iodide. It’ll help fight off any radiation poisoning we may get. Take one.”
     
    Jim returned with a bottle of water and handed it to Coyle to help swallow the pill, then he went to grab his cat’s cage and a small pre-prepared bag of cat food.
     
    “So where are we headed to once we get out of San Diego?” Coyle asked from the living room.
     
    Jim stacked the food in his pack and walked back down the hallway. “Phoenix. My sister and niece live there. We can stay with them for a while.”
     
    “You sure it’s cool if I come with?”
     
    “It’ll be fine.” Jim picked up Tigs and put her in the cage.
     
    Jim gave a last glance around his home and took it in. A few pictures of him and his Navy buddies lined the walls. His sister’s family portrait with his niece and brother-in-law sat atop the entertainment center. He might never sleep under this roof again.
     
    “Coyle, we need to get going. The roads will be packed soon if they’re not already, and we still need to grab supplies for you.”
     
    “Supplies? I thought we were going to Phoenix? Isn’t that only like a five-hour drive?”
     
    Jim walked over, extended his hand, and helped him off the couch. “I’ve only packed enough in my bug-out bag for one man and one cat. I didn’t plan on having a plus one besides Tigs.”
     
    He picked up the crate under one arm and locked the door. Just in case he got to come back, he wanted to make sure his things stayed where they were. He loaded Tigs in between himself and Coyle and backed out of the driveway. He pulled out his phone, searched for “Sister” under his contacts, and hit dial. Nothing. He hit the call button again, but it still didn’t ring. He checked the signal on his phone. No reception.
     
    “Hey, let me see your phone,” Jim asked.
     
    Coyle pulled his phone out from his pocket. He noticed the dry blood on his pant leg, then realized that the majority of his jumpsuit was covered in blood and grease. He quickly unzipped and stripped down to his polo and cargo pants.
     
    “Shit. Something’s wrong with the phone lines. I’m not getting through.” Jim glanced down at his gas tank. He had three quarters of a tank, which was not very comforting. He had planned to fill it up after work that day but regretted not doing it earlier. They didn’t have enough to get to Phoenix, but it was enough to put some distance between them and San Diego before they had to stop again.
     
    “Grab the map out of the glove box for me. Check the quickest route to Phoenix and have a few back up routes in case the one we pick is blocked,” Jim said.
     
    The truck flew down the highway and Jim flicked on the radio. News reports began to stream in over the incident at the naval base.
     
    “Our reporters on scene say the base has been completely leveled. The targeting of the U.S.S. Midway Museum as well as the base itself has the casualty estimates somewhere in the thousands with even more injured.”
     
    “Holy shit,” Coyle said. The broadcaster continued.
     
    “The military has quarantined the entire area and the majority of the crowds have been