Reverend Billie Jo Estevez was afraid.
She stood on the roof of the Intercontinental Hotel, fearful of what the evening would hold. She could see the residence of the Institute for Radiation Studies burning like a torch in the night. She could see the office tower of the Institute for Radiation Studies, gutted and dark. The fire there had extinguished itself, after burning the whole day. The building was a dark skeleton now. The compound that contained both and the campus of the Institute was dark and still.
A wasteland.
In the middle of that desolation was the rounded dome of the auditorium. It seemed serene and still in the night, if dark. The reverend eyed the auditorium and her determination wavered.
Would any of them survive a journey to that place?
In contrast to most nights in
