Rogue Wave

Chapter 30

The lobby of the Grand Hawaiian seethed with scared and confused tourists. One couple from New York argued with a staff member about retrieving their luggage from their room. When they were told that no bellman would have time to get it for them, they became irate, demanding that they get, in writing, the promise of a full refund for their stay. Rachel told them personally that they could get their own damn luggage or leave and that they were not to talk to any of her staff again.

Most of Rachel's employees were busy running from room to room, knocking on doors to make sure that no one was left behind. They were almost done. Only the top two floors were left, but Rachel knew time was running out. Luckily, those were the floors with suites, so there weren't many doors to knock on.

The interpreter for the Russian tour group had never shown up. Rachel had tried to explain to the group that they had to leave, but when she shooed them out of the front of the hotel, they stoically stayed right there, as if they were waiting for further instructions.

The Russians watched as Rachel had helped some of the disabled vets into one of the buses she had hastily arranged to pick them up. Only about half the buses she needed had shown up. When she realized the deficiency, she tried to triage so that the most disabled would go first. Many of the vets could walk well enough that she sent them with the crowds now making their way up Kalakaua Ave. That left her with about 75 vets and their wives who would need to be evacuated somehow. Bob Lateen, the chairman of the conference, was one of them.

"Mrs. Tanaka," he said, "when is the next bus coming?"

"We're working on that right now, Mr. Lateen."

"But they said we only have a little more than ten minutes left to evacuate. You've got a lot of scared people here."

Rachel used her most reassuring voice, but she couldn't help letting some testiness through. "I'm aware of that, Mr. Lateen. We're doing the best we can."

She saw the concierge, Max Walsh, whose tailored gray suit and slick black hair looked as perfect as ever, despite the chaos. He hadn't even deigned to loosen his tie. Rachel's suit, on other hand, was already rumpled, and small sweat stains peeked out from under the arms of her jacket.

"Excuse me," Rachel said to Lateen. "I'll be right back." Despite Lateen's protests, she left him and pulled Max into a quiet niche.

"What about the hotel airport shuttle?" she said.

"Just checked. It's still over at Honolulu International. It got caught there when the initial warning went out."

"Maybe we could take them in our own cars."

"We don't have enough drivers left. Besides, we wouldn't make it far in this traffic."

"Well, do you have any suggestions?"

"Yes," Max said. "I suggest we get ourselves the hell out of here."

"You're not serious."

"Rachel, what else can we do?"

They had already seen many cars abandoned by their drivers, leaving the road a mess, littered with unattended vehicles. That was one of the reasons that the last bus had come and gone more than 20 minutes ago. The rest simply couldn't get to the hotel. In fact, one bus that had already left reported back that it had resorted to pushing abandoned cars aside just to get through.

Guests continued to stream out of the hotel, but anyone doing less than a jog was not going to make it to high ground in time since the first wave might well reach more than a mile inland in some places.

"You have to help me get these guests up to a higher floor."

Max's jaw fell open.

"What? But you said the building wasn't safe! It might collapse."

"Keep your voice down!" Rachel said. "Look at these people." Many of the vets left in the lobby were on walkers or in wheelchairs. Some had their wives with them because the women wouldn't leave their husbands. "They wouldn't make it to the Ala Wai Canal before the wave hit, let alone to a safe distance."

"But there are more waves coming. The TV said they are 25 minutes apart. That's not enough time to get to safety before the next wave comes in, is it?"

"I don't know," Rachel said, neglecting to mention Kai had told her the same thing. "But we only have ten minutes left now. Unless we do something, they're going to be sitting in the lobby when the wave comes in."

Rachel's walkie-talkie squawked. It was Adrian Mendel, one of the front desk clerks she had conscripted to warn the guests still in their rooms.

"Rachel, we've just finished the sweep of the hotel. Every room's been notified."

"Is everyone leaving?"

"No. There are 12 rooms where the guests said they wanted to stay here."

"Dammit! You couldn't get them to leave?"

"For whatever reason, they thought they were safer staying in their rooms. You want me to try again?"

"No, we can't make them go. You've done enough. I want you to get everyone down here and leave the hotel immediately. And I mean run. You don't have much time left."

"What about you?" Adrian said, his breaths coming across clearly over the walkie-talkie as he dashed back to the elevator.

"We've got a bunch of people down here who can't leave. We're going to take them upstairs."

"We'll help."

"Thanks, but we need you to lead everyone who can get out to safety. They may get lost."

A few moments later, the elevator opened and Adrian stepped out with two other staff members. Two more came running from the elevators in the other tower.

"I'm staying to help," Adrian said. "Melissa can take the others out."

Rachel smiled. "OK, you and Max start taking the vets up to Starlight." Starlight was the restaurant on top of the Moana tower.

"All of them?" Max said. "That'll take longer with just the express elevator. What about the Akamai tower?"

"No, we should stick together. Divide them up between you and use the service elevators. They're bigger and faster. Shouldn't take you more than five minutes to get them all up there."

"Then what? What happens when the next wave comes?"

"I don't know, all right!" Rachel said, exasperated at his bickering. "We'll deal with that when the time comes. All I know is that they are not going to make it if they try to walk."

"But how do you know? How can you be sure?"

"Because if my husband says that the wave is going to be 80 feet high, I believe him. And if it's that high, they won't make it to safety in time. Now just do it, OK?"

Max reluctantly started gathering up the guests.

Rachel looked outside and saw the Russians still milling around. Melissa Clark, one of her staffers who had been on the elevator with Adrian, was futilely trying to answer questions from a couple of the disabled vets' wives.

"Melissa," she said to the tall cashier. "Come with me. I need you to help me."

One of the Russian men, probably the leader, immediately started barking Russian at Rachel and gesticulating wildly.

She put up her hands to quiet them down. Speaking to them would be useless. She tried the one word she thought they might understand.

"Tsunami. Tsunami?"

They stared at her with blank expressions. She curled her arm over the other in a motion that she hoped would convey a wave crashing while making a "Boooosh!" sound. Then a small woman in the back with an equally small voice said "tsunami."

Rachel seized on that and repeated the word. The petite Russian woman spoke rapidly to the others, with the word "tsunami" sprinkled through it.

After a moment, the entire tour group realized that they were in danger and surrounded Rachel, screeching at her in panic. Rachel motioned them toward Melissa, who waved for them to come with her. Thankfully, that calmed them, and they followed her.

"Good luck," Rachel said. "And Melissa?"

Melissa turned back to see the deadly serious look on Rachel's face.

"Run."

Lani took a second from paddling to look up and saw Jake reach shore far ahead of her. He curled out of the kayak and splashed up to the beach. He fell to the sand for a moment, and Lani was afraid he would be too exhausted to go on. But he quickly clambered to his feet and jogged off in the direction of the Grand Hawaiian as his kayak floated along the shore.

"Hold on, Mia. Jake's reached the shore. He's running to the hotel for help."

Mia could only sputter in response. The wake from Tom's paddling continually got her in the face, and she heaved up salt water periodically. However, with the strap firmly tied to her life vest, she wasn't in danger of being left behind.

"How did Jake get so far ahead?" Tom said, huffing and puffing, Mia's drag requiring him to more than double his effort.

"What?" Lani said. "Towing Mia is slowing you down a lot."

"No, that doesn't explain it all. Sure, he should be ahead of us, but not that far. It seems like we're standing still."

Lani looked at where Jake had made landfall. To this point, it had looked like he was directly in front of them. But now she realized that he was at an angle to them, and she knew what was wrong.

"We're in a riptide. That's why we're not making any headway."

"A riptide? Here?"

"It may not be strong, but it might be enough to keep us from getting farther."

"How do you know?"

"I've been boogie boarding a lot and got caught in a rip one time. We need to go parallel to the beach to get out of it."

They began paddling westward, and in a minute Lani could feel a shift in the current.

"I think we're out of it."

"Thank God," Tom said. "We've got less than 10 minutes left."

She willed her tired arms to pull as hard as they could. Lani didn't want to say anything to discourage them, but from looking at how far they still were from the shore, ten minutes didn't seem like nearly enough time to get there.