[ WP ] You wake up staring into a pair of eyes , your own .

[ Jumping off from this post earlier in another prompt ] ( http: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/25ad4u/wp_the_year_is_2017_a_coalition_of_russian_and/chfctor ) 
 
 Emily stared back at the over familiar seeming pair of hazel eyes she was lash to lash with. She could feel them pressing down on her nose, on her body, molding sort of pressure without much contour and no give. She squirmed, pushed, twisted, so did the pair of eyes staring back at her. She blinked, they blinked. 
 
 `` Hello?!'' she yelled, struggling more, short of breath from pressure and dust. There was hacking and choking, muffled by barriers and weakness around her. The last thing she'd known she was sitting at her computer, compiling a report in the last couple of hours since... 
 
 Oh hell. Her thoughts raced, herf straining took on a new force and desperation trying to lift the mirror off herself. `` Who the hell decided a giant mirror was a good idea in the office anyway...'' she hissed, finally half wedging herself up, the dusty mirror faintly scraping her knees and the jagged edges threatening the skin of her palms with their brittle bite. `` Daniel?! Katie?'' she yelled, the two subordinates she'd known were in the office when she last remembered. 
 
 `` Emily!'' It was neither, it was Lawrence, Larry at his insistence, scrabbling over in the dim dusty interior of their office to help her lift the shard of ceiling and wall that had pinned Emily down. 
 
 `` What the hell?' Emily grunted, pressing for information even while she was still escaping, looking to him, looking around the office - not quite shattered, disarray and dust everywhere, broken glass, like a bad earthquake or something. But this was Virginia, not California. 
 
 `` Bomb,'' Larry answered the only half-spoken question. `` Somewhere else in the building, but the power's out... security looked in, said triage was coming and...'' he shook his head. `` Dan and Katie got nabbed to keep working in another lab, I sent my report just before it happened.'' 
 
 `` Where?'' Emily sighs, looking around, finding her overturned chair. She tested its steadiness before using it to haul herself to her feet, twinges in her joints reminding her where she'd just been. `` Need to get to-'' 
 
 `` Emily, you should wait for triage... you were under a piece of the wall.'' 
 
 Emily waved a hand at him, already limping towards the door. `` Triage can find me wherever, if the Ronald Reagan should be expecting ballistic missiles and if we need to relocate everyone to the bunker is more important right now. Where?'' 
 
 `` Room 202, they ran emergency power in there,'' Larry relents, slumping. `` I'll try to clear the office of sensitives.'' Anything they'd printed, any notes, photographs, password reminders, the half a million things that could leak a little information here or there. If there had been a bomb in their building, there might be agents, there might be anything. Now was n't the time to take chances on that. 
 
 Emily picked her way amongst the pebbles and pieces of her day to day world, focusing on not tripping on her way out the door and back to the war that was n't a war - as far as they knew.
