[center] Alexander Chen [/center]

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A single beep sounded in the back of the special “limo” that Alexander rode in. It’s was diary black with tinted windows. The back lowered and the door raised high enough to allow his wheelchair in. Alexander looked down at his iPhone. 

[i]Turn on the TV[/i], the text read. Alexander called up to Bubba, an African American man who came to the bay as part of one of those semi-professional football teams hoping to be noticed and drafted into the NFL. 
That call never came. Bubba liked to say, “He got my sorry black butt out of jail.” With all the charm a man from Louisiana can give. Bubba was officially Alexander’s driver five days a week. Outside of the office, he was Alexander’s right hand and A.A. Sponsor. "Turn on the TV," he said. Bubba reached up and flipped a switch a small TV came to life feeding a news report. Right now, the news was feeding Alexander information and perspective that his people could not give living in the midst of the crisis. Right now, his rivals were having a field day with how he was managing the crisis. Afterward, they would come after him for letting law enforcement had too much power. 

He got his money shot, him holding a little girl as they loaded people into his official vehicle and rushed a group of injured people to the hospital. It did not hurt that the little girl was black. It was the scene played on all the major news networks and made some of the major papers around the world. 

Andrew and his driver drove through the city looking at the damage and repairs. Stopping at places that were in hard-hit, places where resources were needed, places where people lingering, he put up an image of trying to help them. He called and got food and water, and medicines delivered. 

In his mind, the term domestic terrorism kept popping up. This was the largest domestic terrorist attack in the US and the most damage San Francisco had seen since “The Big One.” But he could not call it till Homeland Security gave it that label. 

Right now he had been fully briefed by his departments and now he was doing spin control.  

Pacific Gas and Power had called for mutual aid and over the last couple of days and gas service was starting to get back to normal. The electric grid was up but some damaged buildings were taxing the system. His Police Department was doing its best. Other departments had come in to help curb looting and crime. He had been calling for people to remain calm and to watch out for each other. 

An H-S Precision PLR with all the FBI bells and whistles would take care of a fair amount of the crime problem from his suite. One tap, one thud, and one problem solved. But the game at this level is played in a different way. He now had people to do that for him. 

Bubba pulled up at a school that was serving as a rescue and relocation center. The Red Cross, Salvation Army, and other agencies were in the area meeting the basic needs. Until FEMA was set up, he was mostly in charge (His Emergency Manager was actually in charge). He got to be the PR face and make the tough decisions as it was his butt on the line. 

He rolled out of the vehicle and waved to the media who had come for the photo op. He had answered a few questions with a message of stay calm and help each other out. 

After a few moments and pictures were taken, Bubba picked up his wheelchair carried him across a rubble field to the door of the school.
 
Alexander got to work. Meeting victims, listening to stories, assessing needs and costs. Mostly being present and standing in the chaos trying to calm it down. 

He had placed an emergency order placing a curfew and other emergency orders in place. The bridges into the city were blocked only allowing emergency personnel and supplies into the city. This was being handled by the USCG's Golden Gate Bridge Unit. Search and rescue were being assisted by the Coast Guard, Marines, and the Air Force. The Marine Base was handling securing the southern end of the city, while the air force was patroling and providing cover. The Ports were closed and the Coast Guard kept private boats away from the city.