Boyd Morrison - The Tsunami Countdown

“What? Where?”

“A man is injured. We can’t carry him up on our own.”

“Are you kidding?”

“What do you think?” Rachel said, wringing out the tail of her coat for effect.

“I can’t leave the helicopter here.”

“What about you?” Rachel said, pointing at the sinewy camerawoman. “He’s too heavy for three of us to lift. He’s unconscious. With four of us, it’ll only take a few minutes.”

Up to this point, the camerawoman had been silent.

“Hey, I’m not a medic,” she said. “I’m supposed to be filming.”

“We just need help carrying him.”

The camerawoman turned to the pilot. “Nobody said anything about leaving the chopper when we got the call.”

“Please,” Rachel said. “He’ll die.”

“Do you know how many people have died already today?”

“Do you want there to be one more?” Rachel pointed at the ocean, already receding from shore. “We don’t have much time.”

The camerawoman paused, and then sighed and put the camera down on the seat.

“I better get some good shots out of this. Where is he?”

“Thank you. He’s this way.”

Rachel led her down the stairs.

As they walked, she called Kai back to tell him what Reggie had said about the three-hundred-foot wave that was heading their way and that he had sent a helicopter for them.

“Are you boarding the chopper?” Kai said.

“No, we’ve got an injured man here. I asked someone to help us get him to the roof.”

“Who are you talking to?” the camerawoman asked.

“My husband. He’s on top of another building.”

“We don’t have room to take all of you, let alone another group.”

“I know. Are there more choppers coming?”

The camerawoman shook her head. “We’re it. Can you dial up other frequencies with that thing?” She nodded at the walkie-talkie.

“I don’t know. They preprogram it for me.” She keyed the button. “Hold on, Kai.” She handed it to the camerawoman, who examined it for a moment and then returned it.

“Looks like you can. Just twist that knob on the side. You should be able to get the frequency the pilot’s using. You might be able to reach someone who can get them.”

“Kai,” Rachel said, “there’s not enough room on this helicopter for you guys, so you’ll have to call another one.” She relayed the frequency to him.

They arrived at the twenty-first floor, where Jerry still lay unconscious.

“Kai, we’ve got to start carrying Jerry now. I’ll call you back on the new frequency.”

“Okay. Rachel?” Kai said.

“What?”

“I see it. The tsunami. Get out of there as fast as you can.”

“I will. And you get Lani out of there.” She replaced the walkie-talkie on her belt.

The camerawoman took one of Jerry’s arms, Rachel the other, and Paige and Sheila each took a leg. The climb was still awkward but proceeded much more rapidly.

When they reached the twenty-fourth floor, the tower shuddered as if it had been hit with a giant sledgehammer. For a moment they all staggered, thrown off balance.

“Jesus!” yelled the camerawoman. “Was that what I think it was?”

Rachel nodded grimly, now familiar with the sensation.

“Hurry,” she said. “We don’t have much time.”

For the third time that day, Kai watched a giant tsunami tear into Honolulu. Only this time, he had a spectacular 360-degree view from their perch three hundred feet above the ground.

The wave’s size was something only a handful of people in recorded history had ever seen. In 1958, a landslide at Lituya Bay, Alaska, unleashed a wall of water that climbed a quarter mile up the side of a cliff directly opposite of it. A smaller but still huge wave charged down the length of the bay. A father and son, fishing in their boat only a mile from the landslide that day, were borne by the wave over the tops of trees more than two hundred feet high and settled back in the bay upon the receding water. Two other people fishing the bay were not so lucky. Their bodies were never found.

Up to that point, it had been the only mega-tsunami that witnesses had lived to tell about. Now Kai was watching an even bigger one wipe out his home state.

The third wave swept in like a giant fist. The force of water topped ten tons per square foot. Many buildings, already weakened, didn’t stand a chance. At 184 feet, the Aloha Tower had been for many years the tallest structure on the islands. The landmark had miraculously withstood the first and second waves, and Kai could just make out the top of it between other buildings. When the third wave hit, though, it folded like a straw. The Hyatt, the Waikiki Beachside, and the Hilton all collapsed into rubble.

“Darryl and Eunice,” Teresa murmured. She and Brad propped Mia up, and Kai stood with his arm around Lani. Tom had joined them at the rooftop edge, but Denise and Chuck kept their distance on the other end.

“Who?” Kai said.

“A couple I met on the beach. They were staying at the Hilton. I hope they got out.”

Kai waiting in agony to see what would happen when the wave struck the Grand Hawaiian. Just before the impact, Lani buried her head in Kai’s chest.

The tsunami, its crest even with the fifteenth floor, exploded against the side of the hotel’s remaining tower, the water spraying hundreds of feet in the air. For a moment it seemed like the top of the building tilted backward, and Kai held his breath, expecting it to topple.

But it didn’t. The wave wrapped around it and continued on. Other buildings remained standing under the onslaught as well, including many of the behemoths downtown. Most of those buildings had been shielded by others that took the brunt of the wave.

Then the water reached the boat building, and Kai hoped it would hold up to the impact. Even three hundred feet up, the sound was like a dozen approaching tornados.

Two buildings stood directly in the path between the boat building and the full force of the wave. The first, the Moana Surfrider, was blasted by the wave and instantly collapsed. But it had done its part to mitigate the blow. The second building met the slowed wave and the debris from the first building. It was shorter than their building, but it was a stout apartment complex of gleaming steel. The glass that hadn’t shattered during the previous impacts didn’t stand a chance.

The water shot all the way through the building and rocketed out the back windows. It joined the water sweeping around the side and hit Kai’s building.

The impact was not as intense as it had been with the other buildings, but it was still strong. Kai swayed sickeningly on his feet as the water sought to undermine the foundation of the structure. But the foundation held, unlike that of the apartment complex in front of them. When the surge reached the twentieth floor, just below the rooftop, the whole structure disappeared into the sea.

As the water continued to rush past, every few seconds another building would fall, its death signaled by a time-delayed roar, like thunder cracking after the flash of distant lightning.

Kai knew it was simply a matter of time before his building joined them.

12:14 p.m.

23 Minutes to Fourth Wave

The mood on the roof of the Grand Hawaiian while they boarded the chopper didn’t register as panic, but Rachel could sense the fear. To balance the load, the smallest people had to sit in the front, so Paige, Hannah, and Wyatt clambered in there with Ashley on Paige’s lap. Stan, the pilot, helped Rachel, Sheila, and Paige load Jerry’s frame into the backseat. The camerawoman, Deena, snatched up her video camera again as soon as Stan took Jerry’s arm and began filming the process. They propped Jerry upright next to Doris, who sat in the rightmost seat.