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voice, or at least that’s what most people would assume. Dillon knew that it was fear, not anger, that drove her to swear. She wasn’t the swearing type, unlike Dillon. Soon, they were all seated around the kitchen table and they paused in silence until Hannah pulled out another plate, fork and spoon for Doc.
    “I hope steak salad is okay with everyone. Help yourselves.”
    “I think I’ll pass.” was Rick’s immediate reaction. Dillon grabbed some food. He was used to eating when he wasn’t sure when his next meal would come. Doc had the stomach of an emergency room physician, and started to dig in immediately as well.
    “So, what happened out there?”
    “Well, the streets are chaos and the police seem to have abandoned their posts. Also, some of the residents in Doc’s building were infected. I had to put one of them down to protect us.”
    “Oh, wow. Who was it?”
    “It was Johnson from political. Dillon didn’t have a choice, I swear.” offered Doc.
    “Doc, if my husband shot someone you can bet he didn’t have a choice. Go on, Dillon.”
    “Plus Osman, the complex gardener, and Mahmud, the guard attacked us over by the elevators.” Dillon didn’t know why he had suddenly remembered that the guard’s name was, in fact, Mahmud. He also remembered that Mahmud had a wife and four kids, the oldest of which was a cab driver.
    “But you’re okay, right?”
    Hannah sure did have her priorities straight.
    “Yeah, honey, I’m okay. Just a little rattled. So, I think we need to do the same thing here as we did at the 611.”
    “Doc called me earlier and asked me to have everyone stay in their apartments. I also asked if anyone was sick. A few are. Those people have been isolated in bedrooms. I made a list of apartments that we need to visit to provide inoculations, and I printed out some quarantine signs. I also repacked. I think we’re down to water, MREs, and a few changes of clothes now.”
    “Definitely. Thanks. How many infected do we have here?”
    “Looks like four apartments. The Rogers family, Mister and Misses Schottenmeir, the Yamaguras, and Bob Molden.”
    “Shit, that’s ten people. Are they all sick?”
    “Both of the Schottenmeir’s are sick, as is Bob. The Rogers and Yamaguras each have at least one person sick, so I don’t think it’s worth the risk. Doc?”
    “I…I’m sorry, but Hannah’s right. If we go in there and we get attacked or exposed things will only get worse. We are the only two health care providers that DOD will listen to when they arrive to evacuate us. If we aren’t there to vouch for the administration of the vaccine and the observation of the quarantine, these people won’t be let on the plane.”
    Rick cleared his throat. “Hey. We don’t even know how we’re going to GET to the airport. I mean, the vehicles are parked at US AID, right? That might as well be a world away with the way things are looking outside. Also, I doubt the drivers are going to show up to work TODAY, let alone Sunday night.”
    “He’s right. I think Rick and I are going to have to drive out there and bring the vehicles back. We should do it tomorrow morning, right after dawn. The sooner the better, things are only going to get worse out there.”
    “Well, now I’m not hungry either.” Hannah said, putting down her fork. Doc, when you’re finished we can start going door to door with the vaccine. Rick, would you stay here with Michael? I think we better have Dillon with us for this, just in case.”
    “No problem Hannah.”
    “Thank you, Rick. Right now, I think I’ll go get some clothes for you, Dillon. You look ridiculous.”
    Dillon didn’t protest being mothered a bit by Hannah. He probably DID look ridiculous in those borrowed clothes. Dillon happily stripped out of them before putting on the sand colored tactical pants and brown long sleeve shirt. Then, he set about reloading his magazines before he attached his holsters and magazine pouch. Finally, he grabbed an