PT 9 - SWEET HOME ALABAMA The white ambulance turned down W. 157th Street. And pulled into the driveway. Jenna and Lori got out and walked towards the door. They were both dressed in blue EMT uniforms and carrying medical bags. "John, can you get that? I'm busy." The man yelled from the bathroom. John put down the remote control and unsnapped the holster on his pistol. He opened the door and smiled. "Can I help you?" Jenna smiled back. "We had a 911 report of two unconscious and unresponsive males at this location." John looked back into the other room to see where his partner had gone. "I think you might have the wrong address…" Jenna brought the end of her stethoscope up. As he turned back he was met with a blast of blue powder. He stood there stunned blinking rapidly. "I don't know, you look unresponsive to me." She smiled and blasted him again. His eyes began to flutter as she grabbed his arm to lower him to the floor. Lori opened her medical bag and inserted a vial into her hypo. She hid behind the door and waited for the other officer. Seeing his partner on the floor, he drew his gun and ran from the bathroom. Lori fired the hypo into his neck as he walked by. He grabbed his neck with his left hand as the world began to spin. Lori grabbed the gun while he stood there, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Lori gave him a small peck on his cheek and giggled. "Good night." "We put the kids to bed." Jenna spoke into her headset as she and Lori donned their black rubber catsuits. Jenna used her duplicated keycard and summoned the elevator. Cynthia and another women, carrying an oxygen tank, arrived dressed in their catsuits with their respirators already on. As the elevator descended, the women began to fill the over-pressurized elevator with pink gas. Two army officers stood at the elevator door armed with automatic rifles. The elevator chimed and they turned to greet the second shift. The gas billowed through the opening elevator doors catching them totally off guard. They both scrambled for the alarm switch, but were overcome well short of reaching it. Using her keycard, Jenna unlocked the door to the Environmental Conditioning Room. This room contained the environmental processing equipment necessary to keep everyone alive, this far beneath ground. Cynthia unhooked the air filter line from the main oxygen tank and switched it out with the tank she had brought. She opened the valve and checked her watch. All four women waited by the door to the control room. They heard the familiar sound of bodies dropping on the floor. Cynthia checked her watch again, then nodded. Jenna punched in the code. The floor was littered with unconscious men and women. The pin spots illuminated shafts of pink gas. The main screen showed a picture of the Atlantic Ocean. Red and green blips indicated enemy and friendly subs. Lori swept the sleeping man from his console and took out her laptop. Cynthia watched over her shoulder as she began to access the computer. Jenna opened the back of the console and inserted the transmitter. Thanks to the help of Alan Carrey, this would relay the information they needed back to their operations room. Lori punched up the southeast U.S. coast on the map. A lone blue indicator was blinking about twenty-five miles southeast of the coast indicating a neutral contact. Lori started the transmitter and an identical display showed on her laptop. Cynthia began clean up while Jenna left to reattach the oxygen tank to air handlers. Cynthia blew a kiss to everyone in the room as she got back on the elevator. They all filed back into the ambulance and drove off.