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Chapter 7 of 13

Cover: Portal Panic Cover
First: Portal Panic: Intro
Prev: Portal Panic: Chapter G2
Next: Portal Panic: Chapter O2

Time for a field tr-- wait wrong bus.", "writing": "-----------------------------------------------------------C3--------------------------------------------------------------\n\n>Storms, portal machines gone haywire, a populated city reduced to a disaster zone...\n\n>...and now he was plotting bus routes.\n\n>Amidst the panic, it was almost funny.\n\n>The radio was still playing music.\n\n>He wondered if this was what it was like when old Nero played the lyre as the city burned around him.\n\n>The violin thrumming through his speakers abruptly changed into the shrill call of the emergency broadcast tones.\n\n>He switched stations. \n\n>He already knew what the emergency was.\n\n>He's been navigating it for quite some time now.\n\n>Piles of debris have been added to the list of obstacles that he's got to avoid.\n\n>This roadway for the time being was devoid of traffic so occasionally he looked up.\n\n>Once proud skyscrapers were doing great swiss cheese impressions.\n\n>Not a single one avoided having some section of it carved out.\n\n>Papers fluttered out of exposed cubicles, scattering like parade confetti.\n\n>Coffee machines dutifully dispensed coffee pots that were left cracked on the pavement around them.\n\n>Partially teleported doors, walls, and more scattered across the streets. \n\n>A piece of glass hitting the sidewalk made him glance up at a pool table teetering on the edge of an office building window.\n\n>The billowing breeze rocked the table back and forth over what bits of glass remained affixed to the broken window.\n\n>He tried to take his eyes off of that and glanced at his sideview mirror.\n\n>Sure enough, he still had a bus right on his bumper.\n\n>He half-expected the driver to bail on him after a couple of blocks.\n\n>He had also expected the driver to not believe his tale.\n\n>''Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, I suppose,'' he muttered.\n\n>He turned back to the road, and glanced at the two streets on the intersection.\n\n>One look at the GPS told him he was only a block away from the depot.\n\n>He started to compose himself.\n\n>After all, he'd have a lot of talking to do once they got there.\n\n>He had to convince them to let him use their buses to evacuate civilians to a far off lab that many didn't know about.\n\n>A daunting task to say the least.\n\n>''Here's hoping I have a high enough charisma stat.''\n\n>They pulled into the bus depot.\n\n>The chief pulled his car into a parking spot close to the building.\n\n>The bus, meanwhile, circled around to one of the bus slots, opting to keep the engine running.\n\n>The scientist sighed before exiting his car and walking into the building at a brisk pace.\n\n>The pacing bus manager stops and stares at him as he enters.\n\n>''Who are you?''\n\n>''The man who knows what's happening.''\n\n>The manager crosses his arms.\n\n>''And we should listen to you, why?''\n\n>''Because I know what's happening. Do you?''\n\n>He gives a thoughtful gaze before uncrossing his arms and sighing.\n\n>''No, I suppose I don't.''\n\n>He goes over to a chair and slumps into it.\n\n>''So, Mr. Important, how can I help you this fine day?'' He asks, the sarcasm oozing from his voice. ``I take it you want to flee the city like everyone else?''\n\n>The chief shakes his head to the contrary; the manager nearly drops his jaw at this.\n\n>''I need your busses. All of them.''\n\n>''And why would I want to honor that request?''\n\n>''So I take it you don't want to be evacuated to safety then?''\n\n>He goes silent for a few seconds. ``Fair enough.''\n\n>The manager slides the chair over so that he's in front of a computer screen.\n\n>The scientist goes and stands nearby, peering over the manager's shoulder as he pulls up the bus list.\n\n>''We only have a fraction of the full fleet here. Most of them haven't checked in since whatever's going on started.''\n\n>''How many?''\n\n>''Six. Seven with the one that followed you here.''\n\n>''How many are out there?''\n\n>''Three more.''\n\n>''Can you call them back here?''\n\n>The manager flips up a glass box covering a big red button and presses it without a moment's hesitation.\n\n>Under it is a label that reads `Emergency Recall'.\n\n>He looks up at the chief and dons a smug grin. ``Way ahead of you.''\n\n>The manager tabs over to a new screen.\n\n>On this screen is a map of the city, permeated with the routes of the buses that are currently out, as well as their locations.\n\n>''Seems the farthest one is about ten minutes out,'' observes the chief.\n\n>''That would be if there wasn't gridlock traffic, a raging storm, and a bunch of blue globs and debris everywhere,'' corrects the manager. ``You're looking at at least twice that time.''\n\n>'This is why the portals would've been better,' the chief dares to think as he steps away from the computer.\n\n>Five minutes pass without incident.\n\n>One of the recalled busses pulls in.\n\n>Seconds later an irate woman barges into the depot office and heads straight for the manager.\n\n>''Why won't your driver take me to my stop?!''\n\n>''Sorry, all regular bus lines are closed,'' the manager replies with practiced precision.\n\n>''But I just bought the ticket! He has to go!''\n\n>''We're not a regular bus line anymore.''\n\n>''Why not?!''\n\n>''Talk to that guy.''\n\n>The chief barely has any time to raise his hands in defense before the woman is all over him.\n\n>''Well?!''\n\n>If her nails were claws she'd tear him apart on the spot.\n\n>''I can explain everything, but you've got to calm down!'' the chief retorts, clearly not as used to angry customers as the manager.\n\n>It takes all of the woman's restraint to cross her arms and instead tap her foot impatiently.\n\n>The manager leans over towards the chief, raising an eyebrow. ``I'd like to hear that as well.''\n\n>The smug grin is again plastered across his face.\n\n>The chief sighs dejectedly and begins the explanation.\n\n>He makes sure to purposely leave out the part about the two unknown somethings.\n\n>No sense in adding even more panic.\n\n>Fifteen minutes later he concludes his story.\n\n>The manager pipes up first. ``So it's basically your fault is what I'm gathering.''\n\n>''Yes it's completely my fault that the lab got struck by lightning,'' the chief retorts with a sneer.\n\n>The woman is considerably more silent as the two men go back and forth for another minute.\n\n>She finally manages to speak up once they pipe down. ''So, what now?''\n\n>The chief adjusts his glasses. ``Once the last bus comes in, we take all of them to my lab, picking up as many stragglers as we can en route.''\n\n>''Is it safe?''\n\n>''As I explained earlier, the portals stopped appearing around my lab first, and my team already shut down the machine. It's the safest place I can think of.''\n\n>Right as he finishes that sentence, the final bus rolls into the depot.\n\n>''Last one's here,'' the manager says looking up from his monitor.\n\n>''Good, then let's get moving.''\n\n>The chief turns and walks for the door, lab coat billowing behind him.\n\n>The other two exit and board the first bus as the chief briefs the other drivers on the situation.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "-----------------------------------------------------------C3--------------------------------------------------------------

>Storms, portal machines gone haywire, a populated city reduced to a disaster zone...

>...and now he was plotting bus routes.

>Amidst the panic, it was almost funny.

>The radio was still playing music.

>He wondered if this was what it was like when old Nero played the lyre as the city burned around him.

>The violin thrumming through his speakers abruptly changed into the shrill call of the   emergency broadcast tones.

>He switched stations.

>He already knew what the emergency was.

>He's been navigating it for quite some time now.

>Piles of debris have been added to the list of obstacles that he's got to avoid.

>This roadway for the time being was devoid of traffic so occasionally he looked up.

>Once proud skyscrapers were doing great swiss cheese impressions.

>Not a single one avoided having some section of it carved out.

>Papers fluttered out of exposed cubicles, scattering like parade confetti.

>Coffee machines dutifully dispensed coffee pots that were left cracked on the pavement around them.

>Partially teleported doors, walls, and more scattered across the streets.

>A piece of glass hitting the sidewalk made him glance up at a pool table teetering on the edge of an office building window.

>The billowing breeze rocked the table back and forth over what bits of glass remained affixed to the broken window.

>He tried to take his eyes off of that and glanced at his sideview mirror.

>Sure enough, he still had a bus right on his bumper.

>He half-expected the driver to bail on him after a couple of blocks.

>He had also expected the driver to not believe his tale.

>''Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, I suppose,'' he muttered.

>He turned back to the road, and glanced at the two streets on the intersection.

>One look at the GPS told him he was only a block away from the depot.

>He started to compose himself.

>After all, he'd have a lot of talking to do once they got there.

>He had to convince them to let him use their buses to evacuate civilians to a far off lab that many didn't know about.

>A daunting task to say the least.

>''Here's hoping I have a high enough charisma stat.''

>They pulled into the bus depot.

>The chief pulled his car into a parking spot close to the building.

>The bus, meanwhile, circled around to one of the bus slots, opting to keep the engine running.

>The scientist sighed before exiting his car and walking into the building at a brisk pace.

>The pacing bus manager stops and stares at him as he enters.

>''Who are you?''

>''The man who knows what's happening.''

>The manager crosses his arms.

>''And we should listen to you, why?''

>''Because I know what's happening. Do you?''

>He gives a thoughtful gaze before uncrossing his arms and sighing.

>''No, I suppose I don't.''

>He goes over to a chair and slumps into it.

>''So, Mr. Important, how can I help you this fine day?'' He asks, the sarcasm oozing from his voice.  ``I take it you want to flee the city like everyone else?''

>The chief shakes his head to the contrary; the manager nearly drops his jaw at this.

>''I need your busses.  All of them.''

>''And why would I want to honor that request?''

>''So I take it you don't want to be evacuated to safety then?''

>He goes silent for a few seconds.  ``Fair enough.''

>The manager slides the chair over so that he's in front of a computer screen.

>The scientist goes and stands nearby, peering over the manager's shoulder as he pulls up the bus list.

>''We only have a fraction of the full fleet here. Most of them haven't checked in since whatever's going on started.''

>''How many?''

>''Six.  Seven with the one that followed you here.''

>''How many are out there?''

>''Three more.''

>''Can you call them back here?''

>The manager flips up a glass box covering a big red button and presses it without a moment's hesitation.

>Under it is a label that reads `Emergency Recall'.

>He looks up at the chief and dons a smug grin.  ``Way ahead of you.''

>The manager tabs over to a new screen.

>On this screen is a map of the city, permeated with the routes of the buses that are currently out, as well as their locations.

>''Seems the farthest one is about ten minutes out,'' observes the chief.

>''That would be if there wasn't gridlock traffic, a raging storm, and a bunch of blue globs and debris everywhere,'' corrects the manager.  ``You're looking at at least twice that time.''

>'This is why the portals would've been better,' the chief dares to think as he steps away from the computer.

>Five minutes pass without incident.

>One of the recalled busses pulls in.

>Seconds later an irate woman barges into the depot office and heads straight for the manager.

>''Why won't your driver take me to my stop?!''

>''Sorry, all regular bus lines are closed,'' the manager replies with practiced precision.

>''But I just bought the ticket! He has to go!''

>''We're not a regular bus line anymore.''

>''Why not?!''

>''Talk to that guy.''

>The chief barely has any time to raise his hands in defense before the woman is all over him.

>''Well?!''

>If her nails were claws she'd tear him apart on the spot.

>''I can explain everything, but you've got to calm down!'' the chief retorts, clearly not as used to angry customers as the manager.

>It takes all of the woman's restraint to cross her arms and instead tap her foot impatiently.

>The manager leans over towards the chief, raising an eyebrow.  ``I'd like to hear that as well.''

>The smug grin is again plastered across his face.

>The chief sighs dejectedly and begins the explanation.

>He makes sure to purposely leave out the part about the two unknown somethings.

>No sense in adding even more panic.

>Fifteen minutes later he concludes his story.

>The manager pipes up first.  ``So it's basically your fault is what I'm gathering.''

>''Yes it's completely my fault that the lab got struck by lightning,'' the chief retorts with a sneer.

>The woman is considerably more silent as the two men go back and forth for another minute.

>She finally manages to speak up once they pipe down.  ''So, what now?''

>The chief adjusts his glasses.  ``Once the last bus comes in, we take all of them to my lab, picking up as many stragglers as we can en route.''

>''Is it safe?''

>''As I explained earlier, the portals stopped appearing around my lab first, and my team already shut down the machine.  It's the safest place I can think of.''

>Right as he finishes that sentence, the final bus rolls into the depot.

>''Last one's here,'' the manager says looking up from his monitor.

>''Good, then let's get moving.''

>The chief turns and walks for the door, lab coat billowing behind him.

>The other two exit and board the first bus as the chief briefs the other drivers on the situation.

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