Chapter Six: Containment Protocols

I pulled off into a cornfield, on the outskirts of the city. "Alright. We need a plan." I said, turning to face the group of people I was counting on to watch my skin, and vice versa.

"Sure we need a plan…" Lester said.

"…But first we need to know the military's plan." Finished Sawyer. I cocked an eyebrow at both of them. Those two were strange, finishing each other's thoughts and all. But it was useful in stupid situations such as this.

"We need to plan our plan around the military's plan, eh?" I asked. They both nodded.

"Right. So… this first thing during an overrun is to contain the situation."

"How do you contain an overrun? It's in an already fortified city."

"You seal the city."

They all looked at Lilly. She looked at us, and chewed her bottom lip. "They're going to initiate the standard containment protocols."

"Which is?" I asked her. She frowned. "Lock the city. No one in or out. Then kill everyone inside. It's standard overrun protocol."

"How long does it take before the elimination starts?"

"About two, three hours after overrun protocol is initiated."

Jeremiah gasped almost. "How do you know so much about it?"

She looked at him. "I'm not just some silly blond, asshole."

I looked at him. "Pardon her." I said, sarcastically. "So if they lock down the entire city, and kill everyone, then what's our plan?" I shrugged. "I got nothing."

"We call them." Jeremiah said.

"Call them?" Sawyer laughed. "That's it, Sherlock. Call 'em. Give 'em our location. Put us all down."

"No one is calling anyone. We've got to get out of this city." I looked at Lilly. "How do they kill us?"

"They'll nuke the city."

"Oh, fuck!" Lester hissed, cowering down like a baby. Sawyer smacked him in the side, causing him to sit up straight. "Shut up, pussy!"

I looked back at Lilly. "What grade?"

"I'm not sure. 4 ton?"

"Fuck me."

"I tried, then this happened."

I ignored her comment, though it was hard to do so. "So what are our options?"

"We hack their radio frequency."

We all looked at Lester. "How?"

"Get me a radio."

Five Minutes Later…

Lester adjusted the volume. "ETA, Commander?"

"60 minutes. 6 ton Nuclear warhead."

"I assume the last transport will be gone before then?"

"Correct. The last transport leaves city hall in…" There was a pause, "… 45 minutes."

Lester lowered the volume. I looked around at everyone.

"We have a ride to catch."