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wondering at how peaceful it seemed now after all the madness of the
night.

"Break-in? Who was it?"

"A bunch of guys dressed in black like commandos or ninjas or
something--and one guy who was really strange. This is gonna need a
major debrief, Jeff, and we need a doctor right now for Tom. One of
these guys hit him hard with a gun, and he's been unconscious for half
an hour at least. These guys were fooling around with the new bore,
Jeff, the deep one."

"All right, all right, listen. Let me get Ralph Molinari on the line,
he's the one you want to talk to about this kind of thing.

You tell him everything that's happened, and--"

Fizz. And a dead phone.

Jim, looking out over the site, saw it happen: something he thought he
had seen films of, and more recently, videotape of, in the South
Pacific, when people who should have known better were playing with
their toys. He felt it, too--the ground booming and jumping under his
feet as if a giant had kicked it, the ground rippling like a liquid
thing. He saw the top of the wave, where it touched the surface of the
earth, radiate outward like the ripple from a stone chucked into a
pool, watched the ripple travel, the dust puffing up behind it. And
then as the

 shock wave passed them by, making the ground right under them jump
again, he saw the whole site sag. The crater subsided into itself as
if half the stone and gravel and dirt in it were suddenly pulverized
finer than they had been before, settling deeper, sagging down,
subsiding into a shallow, churned-up crater. Dust arose and blew
gently off to one side. Jim found himself desperately grateful that
the dust wasn't blowing toward them.

Jim shook the cell phone again, half hoping that it would come back to
life, but it wouldn't. It was dead--and why wouldn't it be, this close
to an electromagnetic pulse? He doubted it would ever work again.

"Not my hundred fifty bucks, anyway," he said softly and put it in his
pocket. Then he went over to one of the logs that separated the
parking lot from the site proper and sat down on it.

Hank and Harry joined him. They sat there quietly, the three of them,
for what seemed like a long while, none of them saying out loud what
they were thinking. Jim thought he knew what those thoughts were. If
that was what I think it was, were we far enough away ? Are we going
to be alive in five years, or ten ? I don't feel any burns--but then