Nota bene that Tom Clancy had his villain crash a plane into the US Capitol a decade before 9/11 happened. With that prologue, consider the following notional scenario:
As people streamed into the Staples Center for the night’s game, the sun was just going down on a beautiful early spring day in Southern California. At separate entrances, and separated by several minutes between arrivals, 12 elderly Middle Eastern senior citizens were wheeled inside by doting younger relatives. Grandfathers and grandsons, uncles and nephews. Each one sat in a standard folding wheelchair. Behind each elderly man were 12 identical “C” size oxygen canisters. Each passenger helpfully had a nasal cannula hooked beneath their nose, but a carefully placed blanket or jacket in each case concealed the fact that they weren’t connected to the cylinder outlets, just dummied in place. One by one, they found their seats at the railing of the upper level, spread around to each number of the clock, beside an aisle. The wheelchairs were left behind the back row, folded up, but the O2 bottles were carefully carried alongside each elder until the pairs had found the seats and settled in. They say down and waited. They stood for the national anthem, and let the game start. Precisely 5 minutes into the first period, each pair got up. To get a hot dog, visit the bathroom, whatever. As they stepped away, each young attendant, having checked to see the spray outlet was pointed at the center of the arena over the railing, quickly but nonchalantly twisted open the valves, and then hopped a quick couple of steps, calling after their elder charges, and headed to the upper landing. Whereupon a miraculous change in spryness enabled each pair to calmly but quickly exit the arena, again by different exits, and were picked up in each case by a third accomplice who brought the cars near the curb. Within a couple of minutes, they were all heading outbound towards one of the nearby multiple freeways, and back to their safe houses.
And all the while the carnage was broadcast live on TV to millions of viewers, some by stunned cameramen, some by cameras whose operators were already dying under the lenses. In the confusion and panic, it was over 3 minutes before someone in the truck yanked the signal feed circuit. One of the vehicles was simply driven away with no attempt to disconnect, and toppled a dozen fleeing bystanders before the cable snapped on a fenceline.
At Los Angeles MFC, dispatch started getting
panicky radio calls, and several fire and police units were dispatched. Long
before they arrived at the "Major Emergency - Hazmat", they were called off, and a perimeter was called for
upwind. The Hazmat Response crews were dispatched. By the time they arrived
twenty minutes later, and took another ten minutes to get suited up properly, it
was a body hunt and forensic investigation. Inside over 10,000 people were dead.
Another 1000 bodies were scattered throughout the facility, and there were over
200 nearby traffic accidents. An unfortunate number of the first arriving
paramedics and patrol officers became secondary casualties in short order,
leading to futile attempts to establishing several hundred secondary
contamination zones, and evacuating thousands of residents nearby and downwind.
Between 24 hour news and sports radio, and cell phones, panic spread at the
speed of electrons.
The populace collectively lost their minds. To both
nearby residents and those listening and watching the game, it quickly became
obvious that somebody had used something. People started grabbing car keys, and
maybe whatever they could grab in 30 seconds, and hit the road en masse. A
cascading traffic snarl spread outward from south of downtown, near the original
incident. As word spread from city radios to commercial broadcast about the
secondary sites at accidents nearby, getting in a fender bender, instead of
getting out to exchange info, became a game with rules somewhere between a
demolition derby and Death Race 2000. And as the cars fled the locus of
disaster, outlying cities and surrounding counties fumbled and wondered what
response to take. No one had ever tried to deal with 5 million cars all headed
out of L.A. at the same time, driven by people ranging from cautiously
determined to ragingly hysterical.
Between the incredible number of traffic accidents,
including the contaminated victims, and the number of slightly contaminated or
uncontaminated but terrified spectators and their families arriving in the local
ERs, hospital after hospital was flooded with patients. Operating on the ragged
edge of disaster on a good day, the entire county’s emergency medical system had
a stroke. Ambulances nearby were contaminated, some crews dead, others couldn’t
get to calls, let alone the normal nights’ tally of gunshot victims and heart
attacks. Diversion of ambulances to and from farther and farther away spread
like ripples in a pond, and within an hour crashed the entire system. Which in
turn impacted the systems in surrounding Ventura, Orange, San Bernardino, and
Riverside counties. By 10PM, nearly 10% of the population of the United States
– 30 million people - centered on Los
Angeles was effectively left without any emergency medical service until further
notice.
Not that there
were more than a 100-200 doses of atropine in all the local hospitals combined,
and it would be hours before anyone could access federal stocks of nerve agent
antidote. By which point, everyone who’d need it would probably be cold and dead
anyway.
Have you read Tom Clancy's "Executive Orders"? Essentially the same scenario you describe.
ReplyDeleteYes, and actually, not.
DeleteClancy's villains used a weakly weaponized virus in 1-2 dozen biological attacks nationwide near-simultaneously, to attempt to create a pandemic, and mass panic, which in his novel largely failed.
What I'm talking about is concentrating on a single target for maximum impact, and using 1915-era technology. Anyone with the wherewithal to create insecticide can make nerve gas. Since the 5-10% of the illegal drugs we interdict is measured annually in tons, getting a dozen 10-pound cylinders into the country is child's play, and worse, they'd look like and be indistinguishable from everyday medical product.
Clancy works in well-researched fiction. I've lived the reality of the system described, and I assure you, my scenario, with far less difficulty than getting 19 guys into airplane cockpits, and with an investment of less than $1M overall - less than a luxury condo in Palm Beach, and chump change for pro-jihad oil billionaires, would take out the EMS system from approximately Santa Barbara to San Diego, which encompasses 10% of the U.S population. It would be in a meltdown, indefinitely, and the casualty list would make 9/11 look like a fistfight at a church softball game in comparison.
From one attack, at one sports event.
If they followed up a few more times in other states the next day, e.g. at a mall, a mega-church, and an amusement park, they'd shut the country down and probably get us in nationwide martial law within 24 hours.
And our response intentions and capability looks like it was designed by the Three Stooges and implemented by the Keystone Kops.
This rather annoys me, it being nearly 12 years after 9/11.
And thanks for reading the blog, and for your response.
Well written, Aesop. Sarin is effective applied topically? I guess I shouldn't feel bad that I didn't keep my military gas mask. Gonna go start drinking more now. Gonna have bad dreams tonite; too bad I'll hear sirens as I can see 2 of our 4 EDs.
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