Level three protocols are in effect."Megan took a moment to smile her husband's dedication to security. As the originator of the call, it was his resp...nsibility to remind her of the level of restrictions in place. Alvaro was with the jet, Megan assumed either still at Vancouver or somewhere over Canada on his way home.Level three protocols meant that the conversation was encrypted with Madeira's best quantum scramblers and certain classified information was permitted. It also signified that,. "‬How about Jerry?" Jerry is still broke up about Sarah.He is moody as hell.I never know what he is likely to do next.Come on let's get a table." Sounds good to me."It took all of ten minutes for the table for six to fill up.Blevins was a magnet for some reason.I had never known him to leave with anyone, but people were just drawn to him for some reason.One of the only slightly overweight, and only slightly butch EMTs sat down beside me.We all drank and laughed at the ordinary people.Now and. With Megan was her friend who helped her win the tickets, Jamie, who everyone just called Jazz. She was what most people described as a punk or goth-style person. She was shorter than Megan by about three inches and had short hair that she would often change the color of and would spike randomly every now and then. Tonight she was sporting light red hair with it down and naturally smooth and soft-looking. She also wore glasses, but she wore them all the time. Her clothing style was mostly tight. Every medical bed was full, and there were thousands of escapees. Two particular escapees were sitting in one of the many rooms converted into emergency sleeping areas. Nineteen-year-old Jennifer Holland sat comforting Winnie Simpson. She lay in her arms crying her heart out. The rapes and abuse, she had suffered at the hands of the miners had almost shattered her mind. Now they were going home."It's okay Winnie, we're going home. Soon you will be with your parents."Winnie lay there sniffling,.