Almost any other day she would have seen the message earlier. But her phone died while driving back from the lake, and she didn’t read Rodney’s email until early afternoon.
She rushed to the bank, joining the long line that snaked around the building. Everyone was on edge. When it was near six o’clock, a manager announced that due to the extraordinary circumstances the bank would stay open until everyone currently on line met with a teller. It was dark and drizzling by the time she left the bank. The streets were busier than she expected. A radio report said that airships were now hovering over hundreds of cities and towns, but not appearing on radar screens. Arriving home, she went straight to the basement. Rodney was already down there gathering tarps. “I tried calling you dozens of times,” he said. “I was at the lake earlier, and then the bank,” she said “I guessed that, but I got nervous because it’s so close to the time.” He sighed. “And you’re sure the bank kept the stones in the lead box?” “Yes.” She helped him carry the tarps upstairs. “Did they tell you anything else?” she asked. Rodney shook his head. “No updates since I emailed.” She took his hand and smiled. “The rest have no idea what’s coming.” Rodney covered the mainframe with the tarps. She opened her bag and took out the power supply she retrieved from the lake. It was still glowing, but the light was dim. Quickly, she connected the power source to the mainframe and the system hummed. Rodney placed the stones exactly as they had been instructed. The contraption shot a beacon up into the clouds. “This is too good to be true,” she said. “We truly are the lucky ones."
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