Saturday, 04/05, 2012 0712 hours Cosmetic surgery Clinic ( breast reconstructive surgery ) Latitude:34.058423° Longitude:-118.411448° Century City, Ca, USA “Beverly Hills” "Doctor Zimmerman, Your wife is on the phone, she says it’s urgent, Sir” The intercom spoke out. It was karen’s voice that came over the intercom as she was LVN acting as the receptionist for the center as the others were in surgery. “ Fine...John, can you close up for me, please?” Dr. zimmerman asked “ Yes, Doctor” John said as he started close up procedures and began to place the sutures on the left breast as the Dr left the room. Music played in the background for the CD player / Radio as usual as john quickly finished up to send the patient to the recovery room. It was almost at the two hour mark for the surgery and the morning was far from over. After john was cleaning up he decided to use the male shower instead and take his time. “John!, John!” Karen yelled “ What!... I’m in the shower” John yelled out “ Dr Zimmerman left us...John he just left us and said good luck” “What?!” john turned the shower head off and grabbed for his towel as karen entered the bathroom “ John, what are we going to do?” “Awhh... I don’t know. Maybe do my job and go to work. Have you ever tried that karen?” “Your such a fuckin ass” Karen rolled her eyes “ Do you mind?, I would like to get dressed in peace, please”. John retorted back with sarcasm “ Fine, then you can die here and I will not feel sorry for your ass after I leave!” John held his wet towel, then tucked it in so that was snug around him. “ What are you talking about?” John asked but a little bit more concerned. “Mrs Z called about an emergency and then Dr. Z changed the waiting room T.V. to the news about “scatamo” or something like that. “ scatamo.... you mean where your field of vision is blurry and dark?” “ NO!.... AUGH!!!” Karen “ YOU get dressed and I’ll be right back”. John began to get dressed and had at least his scrub bottoms, underwear, socks and wife beater on before karen appeared again. “ What does S-C-A-T-A-N-A mean then Mr. military man” Karen crossed her arms against her chest and pursed her lips with a “um-hum, yeah” “SCATANA is a military term used for National Defense..... September 11th was the last time that it was used, Shit!” John grabbed his shoes and ran out to the waiting room that was empty. John watched the T.V. as news report kept changing and the world seemed to slowly decay. “ Go home Karen” He ordered “ Ok, but what about Ms Diaz in recovery?” “When she wakes up... nevermind, wake her up and get her out the door, NOW!” “Ok..Ok..” Karen said as she turned to walk down to the pyxis meds machine. John tried to call his Neighbor but all he got was a busy signal. “Damn it” But then his phone rang and he answered it “ Hello? “ “ John, oh my god you finally answer the phone, I’m on my way to your house with a friend that is hurt bad” “ Jenny, I’m leaving work now--” the phone cut off “Damn it” john cursed again “ John Ms diaz doesn’t look that she can drive” Karen said “ Ok, you go HOME, riots are statin but other weird things are going on. Don’t stop for anyone, got that?” John reinforced to karen. John ransacked the office for just about everything that he could take and put into his Land rover. He couldn’t see out the back and had to use only his side mirrors. While going through his bosses desk he found a 9mm pistol in the company safe with a holster. After using the freight elevator and helping Ms Diaz who was wrapped in a blanket and could barely stand, let alone walk to the land rover. John was met by another tenant from the building after placing Ms diaz into the vehicle. “Can you help me? I need to get home. “ The man asked “Nope, sorry” john answered “ Then I’m sorry that I’m going to take your vehicle then” the man said as he pulled out a knife. “ Don’t do this, please” John said “ I’ve got kids at home and a wife, I’m so sorry about this” “Me too” said john as he displayed the pistol “ look for someone else...good luck”. John’s drive home as filled with close misses, overturned cars and people shooting at random people. I normal one and a half hour trip turned into four hours to get back to home. Ms Diaz moaned and cried in her sleep all the way. Saturday, 04/05, 2012 1149 hours Blackwell’s Ranch Latitude:34.440090° Longitude:-118.306973° Santa Clarita, Ca, USA “soledad canyon”