Connor Safehouse, Saturday
John was in the garage, about to weld a new bracket for an engine swap he was working on when a light brighter than any searchlight flooded the garage, nearly blinding him through the welding mask.
He dropped his tools and turned away, blinking rapidly, shouting for the dingbots.
The light disappeared.
He stumbled through the mess of the garage, not hearing any shouting or noises of attack, and saw a large mushroom-shaped cloud rising from the DC area.
John swore and ran back into the garage, hitting the door button. "Scorpy! Kill the breakers! Everybody into the shelter!" he yelled as the door shut behind him. Racing through the house to the cellar, he grabbed all the 'bots he could and jumped through the hole that the bots and he had been preparing: his underground bomb shelter, stocked with enough food for several months and an armory capable of giving a SWAT team (or a Terminator) pause. Scorpy was the last 'bot through the passage as John swung the door closed and started piling bricks in front of it for added protection against radiation.
The 'bots stood around, waving emphatically. John took a breath to start speaking when a sound like thunder rolled through, shaking the items on the shelves slightly. "No, this wasn't a drill."
Judgment Day was at hand.
He dropped his tools and turned away, blinking rapidly, shouting for the dingbots.
The light disappeared.
He stumbled through the mess of the garage, not hearing any shouting or noises of attack, and saw a large mushroom-shaped cloud rising from the DC area.
John swore and ran back into the garage, hitting the door button. "Scorpy! Kill the breakers! Everybody into the shelter!" he yelled as the door shut behind him. Racing through the house to the cellar, he grabbed all the 'bots he could and jumped through the hole that the bots and he had been preparing: his underground bomb shelter, stocked with enough food for several months and an armory capable of giving a SWAT team (or a Terminator) pause. Scorpy was the last 'bot through the passage as John swung the door closed and started piling bricks in front of it for added protection against radiation.
The 'bots stood around, waving emphatically. John took a breath to start speaking when a sound like thunder rolled through, shaking the items on the shelves slightly. "No, this wasn't a drill."
Judgment Day was at hand.