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were a number of doors there and he found one that had been blasted open. He drew Fatima’s gun from his belt. He was not certain what he would do with it, but he wanted to be sure that he could at least defend himself. If Smith and Garcia were there, he would certainly want to get a shot off before they put a bullet through his head.
    Behind the door was a small hallway which had a bathroom leading off from it. At the end was a studio. It was a small, but cozy, flat and there was a small bedroom on the left. He sat down on the sofa and buried his head in his hands.
    He had always thought the theory he had heard was bogus, but now it seemed that it was not. He still couldn’t believe it, but the evidence was paramount; he had to believe it now. Akhmed tried to remember what the whole thing was about, but he couldn’t think clearly about what Helen had told him. They had discussed it over dinner once, but all he remembered about most of that evening was the fact that she had not done up quite enough buttons on her blouse.
    Helen. He might never see her again. The thought made his hopes sink even lower as he slumped on the sofa. He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. There were no bars. He couldn’t even call her. The fire was probably interfering with the signal everywhere on the rig. He sighed. The one thing he wanted to do now was talk to her. He realized that he would probably never leave ‘The City’ alive and there was something he needed to tell her. It was stupid that he thought of that now, he figured. It was a stupid thing that he wanted to call her about, but he had to do it.
    If it was the fire that interfered with the signal, he might have better chances of connecting the call if he headed further up into the structure. Maybe on the floor below the helipad, he would be able to get a signal. He got up and stepped out through the door again.
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Wes was surprised by the announcement that had come over the address system. He wondered why the FBI was on board in the first place, but he would have helped them if he could. If a terrorist attack caused this, then that man had to be held accountable. He had no intention of following the other part of the announcement though.
    Shelter in place , he thought. Cower in a corner, more like.
    It was not something he could do. He looked at Sheila, whose face had gone pale after hearing the announcement.
    “Was it a terrorist attack?” she asked him, looking shocked. “And he’s still out there?”
    Wes nodded.
    “It seems so.”
    Sheila instinctively crouched and covered her head with her hands. Wes just sat there, looking at her naked body. Her bum was beautiful in that position, he mused. Then he shook it off. He pulled Sheila to her feet and went to the railing of the walkway. He looked down. Nobody moved. They were in a part of ‘The City’ further away from Central Plaza, but everything was quiet none the less. A lot of people must have gone to the Plaza, but Wes figured those left in their apartments were doing exactly what Sheila had been doing at that moment. Exactly what the announcement said: sheltering in place. It was a response mechanism that had been well-drilled into most people, Wes thought.
    He never got how that happened. He had not been in the country long when this change came about. Sure, since 9/11, things had been altered from what he knew as a schoolboy, but in the last few years, it had gone from bad to worse. Maybe he had missed the metamorphosis because he had spent two years in Samoa, and then travelled to Australia, New Zealand, Indonesia and Malaysia with Joy before returning to the US. There was something going on with the people now. It was as if they were living in a constant state of fear.
    It was so evident in what he saw Sheila do at that moment. There had just been an explosion and the rig they were on was on fire. But just the mention of a terrorist attack and the voice of authority telling her