5.
Lex
The road was worse than he’d imagined. As it rose up and followed the curve of the hills heading east toward the dam, the damage got worse. Trees, rocks, and more were strewn across it, forcing him to cut several apart and heave them out of the way, or take the truck essentially off-roading.
At one point they came to a section of road that was partially washed out. The sun was out and baking the ground solid, but he knew it wouldn’t last. After testing the remaining lane he carefully guided the truck over it, moving extremely slowly in case it started to give way. This wasn’t the sort of thing he should have been doing, especially with the director in the car. But she had been stoic about the entire journey so far, even pulling on a pair of gloves and helping drag several branches out of the way while he dealt with the bigger pieces at several stops. He had to give her credit; she was proving to be more useful than he’d thought possible. Perhaps his talk with her earlier had made an impression.
“This is just incredible,” she said, looking behind them at the washed-out road, bracing her hands on the door and dash as he took the truck over more branches, the entire cab jumping and bouncing wildly. “Have you ever seen anything like it?”
“Not in my entire time here,” he replied absently while swerving to avoid a pothole.
“You’ve lived elsewhere?”
The question snagged his attention and he frowned, focusing on the road while replaying the conversation back over in his head. The words came to him, and he cursed himself silently. It would be easy to play off, but he needed to be more careful around her. What was going on with him? Normally he was much more on guard and alert about such things.
“No,” he said gruffly. “I just meant that I’d never seen anything here either. But we have television. You see the effects of hurricanes and tornadoes. They look like this. Except more widespread.”
Director Olson nodded thoughtfully. “You saw that too then?”
“Hmm?”
“That it was a very localized storm. As in, Surrey and the road up here to the dam. The rest of the valley at large seems to have gotten off lightly, if not been left untouched. That’s extremely unnatural. The odds of something like this happening are…well, I don’t have to tell you just how astronomical they are.” She shook her head in his peripheral vision. “This shouldn’t have happened.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. It shouldn’t have been able to happen. But it had. It raised a hell of a lot of questions, and most of them were ones he couldn’t discuss with her, Vince, Jay, or just about anyone he knew. The only resource he could consult, his father, didn’t have a phone let alone a computer. To find out, Lex would have to venture up north to find him in person. Right now though, his town needed him, and leaving wasn’t an option.
“Is anyone else coming?” he asked after several minutes of silence. At the moment the road was remarkably clear of debris beyond the odd branch. He had to continually change lanes, but besides that, they made good time for once.
“What do you mean?”
“To Surrey. We need help. The road repair alone is going to be more than we can manage. If left to our own devices, it could take us years to recover. If ever.”
The director shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m only in charge of the hydro dam and our assets in and around Surrey. When I first heard of the storm I hopped on practically the next flight and came out here as soon as I could. I have no idea what’s going on in regard to state help.” She paused and looked over at him. “I’m sorry. I can tell how much the town means to you, but I just don’t know.”
He nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. She’d hopped on the first flight out to Surrey after hearing about it? That was impressive. He would have expected corporate bigwigs to take their time, see who drew the short straw to have to come out to the middle of nowhere to coordinate disaster relief efforts. None of them were supposed to want to come out here. After all, he couldn’t remember the last time someone visited, and he’d been working there for damn near twenty years!
His mostly successful attempts to avoid such visits notwithstanding, he knew it had been years at a minimum. Yet Director Olson here had just gone and done what needed to be done. And she’d almost instantly recognized that Vince was useless and started taking over for him to ensure that things got done the best way she knew how.
“Why?” he asked calmly as the cab jumped slightly over a branch that was thicker than it had looked to him.
“Why what?” She’d been leaning forward looking out the windshield, but now she sat back and glanced over at him.
“Why did you hop on the next flight to come here?” It was a blunt question, but he was extremely curious as to her answer.
“It’s my job?” She answered him as if the question was stupid, and the answer so obvious he should have known it before speaking. “I’m in charge of this region. A disaster of this level hasn’t been seen in years, if not decades. What was I going to do, sit in my office and try to get someone else to do it?”
Lex shrugged. “Yeah. Isn’t that what you corporate bigwigs are supposed to do, Director?”
He knew the question was abrasive, but he really didn’t care. Far too often he’d seen or heard of people being screwed over by big-time hotshot executives who cared nothing for the common worker. At some point he’d developed a bit of a stigma about them.
The director started to reply, then stopped and considered her words.
“Call me Petal.”
“Why?”
“I apologize for not having my shiny white nametag on me,” she said dryly, “but if I did, you’d see I had Petal on it where yours says Lex.”
He smiled at the reference to his actions when he’d met her earlier in the day. There was some fight in this one. He liked it.
“All right. Petal,” he relented, willing to give her that much. If she was okay with him addressing her by name, then he could find the courtesy to do that much. It seemed that her rough shell from earlier was, if not coming apart, at least cracking a little at the seams.
“I did it because it was my job, Lex. I like my job. I take it seriously. I have responsibilities, and those responsibilities are composed of people and equipment. Not just one or the other. Staying all comfortable in my office, while preferable of course, just wasn’t in the cards. It wasn’t the right thing to do, let alone ignoring the fact that this is literally why I get paid as much as I do, to deal with situations like this.”
Lex thoughtfully considered that. There was a fiery passion hidden behind her cold exterior he was coming to realize. It was hidden under phrases like “it’s my job” and “I get paid to deal with situations like this,” but it existed for sure. She liked helping others, and she was determined to do her best in this situation.
He resolved to treat her a little better, assuming she didn’t revert back to her old self once they got back from their scouting trip.
“Unfortunately, it looks like my job is going to get worse before it gets better. Just like Surrey.” She pointed out the windshield.
Lex didn’t have to follow her finger. He’d seen the signs of it before they’d even started their journey up into the hills. Unlike Director Olson—Petal, that is—he knew that things were worse than they seemed. Having lived in Surrey for a long, long time, he was well acclimatized to the prevailing winds of the sleepy little valley town. Winds that blew in the direction he was driving.
The exact opposite direction the storm was heading.
There was no way it should have been able to form and come to such strength in so little time. Even if the winds had stopped blowing the instant he closed the truck door—they hadn’t—there was no time for the thunderheads he could see billowing and filling with lightning to form. Certainly not to this extent.
The two of them watched as the storm came around the hill—it really should be called a mountain he thought angrily, it was damn near big enough to be one—and started to descend toward the valley.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Petal asked as they watched the clouds continue to grow in size, and likely in strength as well.
“We’re heading back,” he announced, hitting the brakes and then wrenching the wheel around once he felt they’d slowed enough. The tires screeched across the asphalt, leaving thick black marks behind them. The smell of burning rubber reached his sensitive nose as he slammed the pedal to the floor. The huge Hemi engine roared with the injection of fuel, the rumble vibrating their seats almost as much as the debris they crushed under the truck’s tires as they fled the storm.
There was no dressing it up as anything else. They were running, and running as fast as they could from the storm. It was going to be a bad one. Possibly even worse than the previous one.
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.” Petal began to repeat the phrase while she looked over her shoulder, watching the storm close in on them.
Lex didn’t need to see it. He knew they were too far from town. There was no way they were making it back in time.
All at once the storm was there. The sky blackened as the clouds blocked the sunlight from the sky, and rain lashed out at the truck, hammering it with huge drops of rain that sounded like a thousand hammers a second hitting the metal exterior. Wind buffeted them back and forth and Lex was forced to slow down so that he didn’t guide them off the road. He turned the wipers on, and flicked the high beams up as well, but it didn’t matter. Visibility was down to thirty feet at best.
They slowed to a crawl. Lex gripped the steering wheel tighter as he hunched forward to try and peer into the murk better. Even his superior vision was of no use against the near-constant deluge of water. All he could see was that the road in front of him, all six or seven feet of it that he could see, was growing brown as the downpour started to wash away the hillside above him.
The wipers flicked back and forth repeatedly on their high setting, but they did little to keep the glass clear.
“Are we going to be okay?” The first hint of fear had entered her voice as the truck jolted violently from a pothole he couldn’t miss.
He didn’t answer. His entire concentration was needed on the road in front of them. By his calculation they should be nearing the section of road that had already been half washed out. If they didn’t make it back across that in time Lex didn’t like their chances for getting back at all.
“Oh no,” she whispered as he abruptly hit the brakes, the scene in front of them becoming clear.
The single lane of road they’d crossed earlier was crumbling away in front of them as they watched, reducing itself from a full lane, to half, to a quarter, and then just gone. They stared at it in despair for several seconds.
“Shit,” he hissed and threw the truck into reverse, gunning the engine as more of the roadway began to fall away in front of them, the gap widening.
“GO!” Petal shouted. “Faster!”
He gunned it, his excellent memory bringing up all the obstacles he’d crossed and helping him guide the truck back as the road just disappeared in front of them.
“We’re going to make it,” he said with more confidence than he felt. “We’re going to make it.”
“Go go go!” she screamed as the truck bounced and jerked violently.
Lex wheeled the truck around to the left to avoid a tree and then back around to straight, but that was when disaster struck.
The road gave way under the huge tree, and started to take them with it. Lex had avoided the tree itself, but he was in the midst of crossing some of its branches. When the bottom half of the tree slid off the road, the top half popped up abruptly, lifting clear of the road, and taking anything resting on it along for the ride.
Including one big white pickup truck with a red and black logo emblazoned on the side and two terrified occupants.
Lex had time for one move, and he went for it, leaping at Petal before the world went crazy around them.