The accentuation of the typical disaster of a Friday evening DC gridlock, by the three-day weekend and the jet crash into a major hotel, had rippled across the city. Reports said the traffic was immobile from the Navy Yard to Dupont Circle and the Lincoln Memorial to the defunct RFK Stadium—the entire core was frozen. Ordering a car would do her no good; it could be midnight before it reached them. The airspace was indeed closed to non-military flights. And by the time she acted, any taxi that could escape had already been hired and left the area.
Some i***t with the imagination of a turnip had also decided to shut down the Metro in case the fire caved in the tunnel on the Red Line between Judiciary Square and Union Station. Except they hadn’t shut down only the Red Line, they’d stopped t
