There was a large shake in the ground and everyone got as low to the ground as possible. I followed their lead and eventually after it had passed we went outside to witness mass destruction as far as the eye could see. As if suddenly aware of the rest of us staring at the results if what'd just happened, one of the senior agents said

'Is everyone ok?'

'Yes' we all replied.

'What was that?'

'Are you joking Agent Lisbon?'

'No what was that?'

'You really have no clue do you?'

'No I don't! Now will someone please tell me what is going on?'

'You know we're close to Mount St Helens?'

I gave a nod.

'Apparently it's going to erupt'

'That's brilliant!'

'That…was a tremor, telling us it's on its way. It could be minutes…it could be decades…'

'Yeah…remind me to never come here again'

'Will do…well if we get out of here that is…'

Suddenly there was a loud rumble and a huge ash cloud heading our way. What the hell is that?

'HERE IT COMES!'

I had no idea what it was that was coming but given the fact half the rest of the people here were running and screaming I thought I'd join the exodus. Everyone was running into buildings again hurriedly pushing past one-another to get in and into the basement just as the building began to fall overhead. There were only about ten of us that'd made it down there; the rest had been caught in the carnage above. I was not sure of who had and who had not reached safety. I could scarcely believe what was happening and wasn't really sure of what was going on! Let alone anything else! If it wasn't for Hightower and her stupid meeting then we wouldn't have been there in the first place! We wouldn't have had to come all the way to Seattle just for a meeting when the rest of them were all happy to have it there in Sacramento! It was unbelievable!

It was lucky that the FBI offices in Seattle had a basement. If it hadn't then they would've been caught in the blast. Another reason for why they should've had the meeting in Sacramento. The phone buzzed in my pocket. I was surprised there was even a reception down there.

'Is everyone ok?'

'Yeah'

'The dust cloud seemed to be destroying everything – what was it?'

'A Pyroclastic cloud – volcanic gases up to 700 degrees in temperature!'

'What?'

'Pyroclastic flow…I reckon we'll be down here for another twenty-four, forty-eight hours before it clears…'

'Twenty-four to forty-eight hours! I cannot cope that long in a room with Patrick Jane…ok Jane's not here…so where is he? If he was here he would've objected to my comment already…!'