Here begins the “Bryan mopes around the office” portion of the book. Because when I have writer’s block I just keep writing until I work it out, and I’m still not convinced I’ve worked it out.
Hussein burst back in the room, looking oddly triumphant. “Finally some good goddamned news,” he announced. “DC and Vancouver have found their gates.”
“What?” Harper gasped. “How?”
“We’ve been sending out samples of the dust from the synagogue. Our colleagues have been using it as a compass of sorts. Seems alphas store memories too, you just have to give them a strong enough stimulus to pull them up. Anyway, DC and Vancouver found their gates last night, and LA thinks they came close before the sun came up. They’re going to try again tonight. The samples to Mexico City and Cordoba are still hustling through customs but they’ll be receiving them today. The found gates have the same dust, which can be sent elsewhere. Exponentially we should reach all cities within five days.”
“That’s great,” Bryan said, “but how will they do anything about Somalia and Syria, or North Korea? You can’t even enter those areas, let alone find a gate.”