Doomsday Prophecy Page #2

General, it's Agent Garcia.

We got a lead on Rupert Crane.

All right, John, watch your head.

Try to keep him out

of trouble.

Gramps, you have to stop doing this.

You're gonna end up in jail.

They confiscated my truck.

We need to borrow Andy's.

No, Gramps,

you need to stop going

over there and trespassing.

It's our sacred place.

Oh, and bring extra food,

blankets, and bring the rifle.

The rifle?

Are we hunting?

No, I suspect we'll need it

for protection.

Protection from who?

Grandpa, you're not making any sense.

We need to follow

the vision, Raven.

All will be revealed.

Great, trust the vision.

Great. Thanks.

Magnitude 5.6 earthquake

that rattled New York City.

Reports have been coming in

of growing seismic activity

along western North America...

Hi.

This is 1200 Chester Road,

right?

Yeah,

what can I get for you?

Nothing, I'm fine.

People come here

to order food.

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm just waiting for somebody.

Are you Eric Fox?

Yeah, how'd you know that?

I was told you'd be

stopping by right about now.

I got an envelope for you.

Guy who dropped it off

paid me 20 bucks.

You're lucky.

Otherwise, I'd make you order lunch.

- When did you get this?

- Three days ago.

I didn't even know I was coming

three days ago.

Hello. Hello.

- Sam, it's Eric.

- Yeah, Fox, is that you?

Hey, Sam, can you hear me?

Where the hell are you,

and did you get the manuscript?

Yeah, look,

I'm at the address.

Crane isn't here, and he left

me this handwritten map.

Sam, hold on a second.

- What? I can't hear you.

- Whoa, are you feeling that?

Whoa, we got a bit

of a tremor happening.

- I can't hear a word you're saying.

- Sam.

We're evacuating the building.

It's another earthquake.

Sam, can you hear me?

Let me call you back

when I get downstairs.

Sam.

Sam, Sam, are you okay?

Sam, can you hear me?

Sam!

Sam!

Sam, are you there?

As you all know, we're experiencing

major tectonic disturbances.

I can now report

we've found a correlation.

This is Earth's

solar system in orbit

around the galactic equator.

Just as our Earth has an equator,

so does our solar system

and our galaxy.

Every 26,000 years,

the solar system's equator aligns

with the galactic equator.

Up until this morning,

all research pointed

to this being

completely harmless.

We now know New York

and the Black Sea are related

to this celestial event.

We're predicting this

tectonic activity will increase

as we get closer

to the galactic equator.

Has this report

been released?

Only internally. I wish I had more

information for you, General Slate,

but the entire team

is working on it,

and, I promise, you'll be briefed...

...as soon as we learn more.

- Excuse me.

Crane would've seen

this coming.

Instead of using his psychic power

for his country,

he hides while New York crumbles

and thousands die.

If we find him,

do you think he'll cooperate?

He didn't 10 years ago.

I doubt that he will now,

but if we can get our hands

on that unpublished manuscript...

...we can prepare

for what's coming down the pipe.

- Give ourselves a fighting chance.

- Excuse me, General.

Garcia.

What's his name?

Mobilize an extraction team

and wait for my orders.

We just picked up

a call from Eric Fox.

He's an employee

at the Sidwell Publishing House.

He's going to meet Crane.

- Where?

- Saltwood, British Columbia.

You've reached Sam Lowell

with the joke of the day.

How many publishers does

it take to change a lightbulb?

Three. One to change it,

two to hold down the author.

Leave your name and number.

Sam, it's Eric. Come on, buddy,

you gotta call me back.

I'm worried about you. I just want

to know what the hell's going on.

We interrupt this broadcast

with breaking news.

We have just verified the report

of a devastating earthquake

striking New York City

at 1:
00 p. m.

Eastern Standard Time.

Lower Manhattan

is completely underwater,

and scattered reports

describe a quake

that has cracked the Earth

along the Eastern Seaboard

of North America.

Live footage shows

building after building

crumbling to the ground.

Early figures indicate hundreds

of thousands of people are dead,

with millions more displaced.

The devastation

is on an epic scale.

Are you listening

to the news?

Half of New York is gone.

We're dealing

with severe global earthquakes.

This isn't the time

to be going into the woods

to chat with some hack

Nostradamus wannabe.

He's not a hack.

He told me this would happen.

What if Crane's a true prophet?

What if he's a crackpot who likes

to mind-meld with squirrels?

Listen, Brooke, people become

hermits for a reason.

Nine times out of 10

it's because they're nuts.

He's not nuts.

He said he needed my help,

and I believe him.

Okay, okay. I get it.

Just keep in touch, okay?

- I want updates.

- All right, I'll call you later.

Uh, I think

that's called vandalism.

I call it fuel.

I'll use it

to start our campfire.

Grandpa,

are you sure about this?

- About what?

- About your vision.

I told you,

it must be followed.

Yeah, but is it that important?

Fulfilling this vision

is the single most significant act

of my life.

That sounds pretty important.

Important for you as well.

You're part of the vision.

Come, I'll show you.

Let's move.

More walk, less talk.

Mr. Crane.

It's Eric Fox

from the publishing house.

Mr. Crane,

I need to speak with you.

Something terrible

has happened.

Mr. Crane?

Mr. Crane, it's Eric Fox

from Sidwell Publishing.

What the hell?

Who are you?

Freeze! Government agents!

I'm not going anywhere with you!

Hello.

What's going on?

I have no idea.

Why isn't he moving?

He's dead.

Oh, my God.

Who are you?

Whoa.

That's insane, okay?

I saw you come through the door

before you came through.

Okay.

Who are you?

Look, my name's Eric Fox.

I'm from a publishing house

in New York, okay?

And I just came up here

to pick up Crane's new book.

- Did you kill him?

- No, of course I didn't kill him.

Okay, I'm just trying

to make sense of this, too.

All right, please, relax.

Okay, I want your ID.

- Now!

- Oh, my God.

Look, I'm just going

for my wallet.

See?

Eric Fox.

Who are you?

Brooke Calvin.

I'm an archeology professor.

Rupert Crane called me yesterday,

and he said he needed my help.

- Are you sure that's him?

- Yeah, it's him.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, I think he's had some

sort of brain aneurysm

or seizure or something.

What's wrong with you?

You know,

I can't even put to words exactly.

- I don't know.

- "Eric and Brooke play the tape now"?

You're Eric.

He knew we were gonna meet.

- The camcorder.

- We should call the police.

I think we should play

the tape first.

- No, no, we shouldn't touch anything.

- It's not like it's a murder.

- No, you tell that to the police.

- Look, I'm playing the tape.

That's my calendar wheel,

and that's me.

How would he know?

You were probably

in one of his visions.

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