Chapter 5- This Isn't the End of the World, but you can see it from Here
The pager beeped loudly, vibrating across the dresser, waking him from a deep sleep and leaving him momentarily disoriented. In just a few seconds his feet were on the floor and the lights were coming on. He grabbed the pager and read the message, "Tactical Situation Exists on Spring Trace Lane, Newport News, Assembly Point Spring Trace at Saunders Road." He'd barely been asleep an hour, but now he was wide awake. His wife exited her side of the bed almost as quickly as he did. "What do you need?" "Can you fix me a couple of sandwiches, honey?" "Sure", she replied, slipped on her robe, and made her way to the kitchen. The Nomex Flight suit was the Tactical Operations Unit Assault Team's uniform of choice several years ago. Good pockets; easy to put on and roomy, but most importantly, fire resistant. Body armor slips right over it without bunching, and the load bearing vest is easily maintained separately as necessary. He stepp