Boyd Morrison - The Tsunami Countdown

“But there are more waves coming. The TV said they’re twenty-five minutes apart. That’s not enough time to get to safety before the next wave comes in, is it?”

“I don’t know,” Rachel said. “But we have less than fifteen minutes left now. Unless we do something, they’re going to be sitting in the lobby when the wave comes in.”

A few moments later, the elevator opened and Adrian Micton, one of the front desk clerks she had conscripted to warn the guests still in their rooms, stepped out. Rachel expected to see five staffers, but only Melissa Clark was with him.

“Where are the others?” she said.

Adrian hesitated, then said, “They … left. Out the back. I guess they didn’t want to run into you.”

Rachel couldn’t blame them. They were hotel workers, not firefighters. Risking their lives wasn’t in the job description. A part of her wanted to join them.

“Did you finish the sweep of the hotel?” she said.

“Yes. Every room’s been notified.”

“Are all the guests leaving?”

“No. There are twelve rooms where the guests said they wanted to stay here.”

“Dammit! You couldn’t get them to leave?”

“For whatever reason, they thought they were safer staying in their rooms. You want me to try again?”

“No, we can’t make them go. You’ve done enough. I want you to get everyone down here and leave the hotel immediately. And I mean run. You don’t have much time left.”

“What about you?” Adrian said.

“We’ve got a bunch of people down here who can’t leave. We’re going to take them upstairs.”

“I’ll help.”

“Thanks, but we need you to lead everyone who can get out to safety. They may get lost.”

“I’m staying,” Adrian said. “Melissa can take the others out.”

Rachel smiled. “Okay, you and Max start taking the vets up to Starlight.” Starlight was the restaurant on top of the Moana tower.

“All of them?” Max said. “That’ll take longer with just the express elevator. What about the Akamai tower?”

“No, we should stick together. Divide them up between you and use the service elevators. They’re bigger and faster. Shouldn’t take you more than five minutes to get them all up there.”

“Then what? What happens when the next wave comes?”

“I don’t know, all right?” Rachel said, exasperated at his bickering. “We’ll deal with that when the time comes. All I know is that they are not going to make it if they try to walk.”

“But how do you know? How can you be sure?”

“Because if my husband says that the wave is going to be eighty feet high, I believe him. And if it’s that high, they won’t make it to safety in time. Now, just do it, okay?”

Max reluctantly started gathering up the guests.

Rachel looked outside and saw the Russians still milling around. Melissa Clark, one of her staffers who had been on the elevator with Adrian, was futilely trying to answer questions from a couple of the disabled vets’ wives.

“Melissa,” she said to the tall cashier, “come with me. I need you to help me.”

One of the Russian men, probably the leader, immediately started barking in Russian at Rachel and gesticulating wildly. She put up her hands to quiet them down. Speaking to them would be useless. She tried the one word she thought they might understand.

“Tsunami. Tsunami?”

They stared at her with blank expressions. She curled one arm over the other in a motion that she hoped would convey a wave crashing while saying “Boooosh!” Then a small woman in the back with an equally small voice said, “Tsunami.”

Rachel seized on that and repeated the word. The petite Russian woman spoke rapidly to the others, with the word “tsunami” sprinkled through it.

After a moment, the entire tour group realized that they were in danger and surrounded Rachel, screeching at her in panic. Rachel motioned them toward Melissa, who waved for them to come with her. Thankfully, that calmed them, and they followed her.

“Good luck,” Rachel said. “And, Melissa?”

Melissa turned back to see the deadly serious look on Rachel’s face.

“Run.”

Lani took a second from paddling to look up and saw Jake reach shore far ahead of her. He curled out of the kayak and splashed up to the beach. He fell to the sand for a moment, and Lani was afraid he would be too exhausted to go on. But he quickly clambered to his feet and jogged off in the direction of the Grand Hawaiian as his kayak floated along the shore.

“Hold on, Mia. Jake’s reached the shore. He’s running to the hotel for help.”

Mia could only sputter in response. The wake from Tom’s paddling continually got her in the face, and she heaved up salt water periodically. However, with the strap firmly tied to her life vest, she wasn’t in danger of being left behind.

“How did Jake get so far ahead?” Tom said, huffing and puffing, Mia’s drag requiring him to more than double his effort.

“What?” Lani said. “Towing Mia is slowing you down a lot.”

“No, that doesn’t explain it all. Sure, he should be ahead of us, but not that far. It seems like we’re standing still.”

Lani looked to where Jake had made landfall. To this point, it had looked like he was directly in front of them. But now she realized that he was at an angle to them, and she knew what was wrong.

“We’re in a riptide. That’s why we’re not making any headway.”

“A riptide? Here?”

“It may not be strong, but it might be enough to keep us from getting farther.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve been boogie boarding a lot and got caught in a rip one time. We need to go parallel to the beach to get out of it.”

They began paddling westward, and in a minute Lani could feel a shift in the current.

“I think we’re out of it.”

“Thank God,” Tom said. “We’ve got a little more than ten minutes left.”

Lani willed her tired arms to pull as hard as they could. She didn’t want to say anything to discourage them, but judging from how far they were from the shore, ten minutes didn’t seem like nearly enough time to get there.

11:11 a.m .

11 Minutes to Wave Arrival Time

When Brad and Kai reached the exit for Waikiki, the roads were packed, with all lanes going in the direction of the mountains. Even using the shoulder, they got bogged down by the traffic as they neared downtown Honolulu; but thanks to Brad’s breakneck driving, they’d been able to make the trip in a record twenty minutes. Kai noted with surprise that they didn’t seem to be the only ones headed down to Waikiki. Some were misguided tourists intent on saving luggage or money that had been left behind on their day out, and others were locals heading to workplaces to save materials that they thought were vital. Like the man in the Lexus on TV, still others were trying to make it to the marina to get to boats they didn’t want destroyed by the wave.

The thought of all those people blatantly disregarding his warnings appalled Kai. The vast majority of them would not live to see the end of the day.

The traffic coming from the shore was at a standstill. Hundreds of abandoned cars lined the side of the road, but Kai saw plenty of other vehicles filled with people desperately trying to make headway through the gridlock: a family of four in an SUV crammed with suitcases and other bric-a-brac; a lone woman in a small Toyota, her two border collies jumping back and forth between the windows; a wizened hippie in a scuba shop van; the driver of a Coca-Cola truck shouting into his radio handset. Kai wished he could stop and tell each of them to get out of their vehicles, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good even if he had the time.