Who: Nuclear Power and National Security Where: His office When: Tuesday, Mid-Morning, say 10:30ish What: Was that REALLY the Antichrist? Looking for a sign
Enola raked a hand through her hair – she was jittery maybe even a little impatient. Her time spent at the Diablo Canyon Plant was to blame. She had enjoyed it – perhaps a little too much. The reactor provided electricity for over three million homes and being there in the presence of so much of her power was a little addicting. Hell, she hadn’t even been able to sit still on the plane.
Signing in at the lobby she dutifully emptied her pockets and once she cleared the metal detector was given a visitor’s badge. Her thoughts were running a mile a minute, not from worry but because it was hard to stop. She took a deep breath, rapping lightly on the door to announce her presence.