I need to compare—yes, I know I can look some of it up on the computer, but the Wi-Fi here is unreliable. I’ve been booted from the system four times in the last five hours.” Elly paused and listened to her boss at the CDC tell her how she was needed in Chicago and there was nothing he could do to help her. She knew everyone was stretched thin at the office and didn’t mind the work, but she felt handcuffed. “Sure. I’ll keep doing the best I can.” She got another call coming through, so she said goodbye and switched to the next call. “Elly Jackson.” She rolled her eyes. Frank, from FEMA. Perfect. “What do you need, Frank?” The guy was competent, but he was as frustrated as she was. She’d been sent to Chicago, while others in her office had been dispatched to New York, Los Angeles, Houston and other major metro areas. They were to work with FEMA to coordinate emergency management efforts and to make sure all proper precautions were taken when setting up quarantine centers.
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