Julie and David were traveling down a winding country road about thirty miles from Crick’s house watching the road and the horizon for any telltale signs of smoke or danger ahead.
For the last two and half hours they had been listening to the emergency broadcast channels giving directions to the FEMA relocation centers and warning of wild fires and traffic hazards. The trip had been pretty much uneventful except for a wildfire detour of a national forest that had got them lost for a while until they could make heads or tails on a map where exactly they were at.
David didn’t know if GPS was working or not and that fact bugged him a lot. GPS was relatively easy to bring down if you were a foreign power with satellite killer technology but he wondered also what a dedicated hacker could do t
