“Since his arrival at the New Mexico Department of Homeland Security Tim has met and exceeded expectations. He is a true professional who has steeped himself in the needs of the state at all levels. Because Tim has worked his way up through the state emergency preparedness system he understands the needs of communities of all sizes...Because Tim knows the importance of being prepared he has the best team possible and all the necessary information in place before a disaster hits. Tim's emphasis on planning and education will serve him and the nation well as he moves to take a national role at FEMA. While the state is sorry to see him leave we know that the nation will benefit from his work."
In SFR's Halloween issue, "Things to Do in Santa Fe When You're Undead," Manning took control of the situation from the emergency management bureau HQ at the west end on I-24. Although the scenario was fictional, we had tried to be fairly realistic, conducting interviews with all levels of emergency response leadership, including Manning. You have to hand it to a civil servant who will take the time to answer far-fetched (or not) hypotheticals about a zombie apocalypse.
I'd also like to point out that under his leadership (as well as Mayor David Coss' and Sheriff Greg Solano's) Santa Fe survived.
Manning's big scene after the jump.
Time: 10:27 am
Location: New Mexico Emergency Management Bureau, I-25
With the grip end of his golf club, Vasquez traces a city map projected on the wall of the lobby for the Multi-Agency Coordinating Group, otherwise known as MAC.
The black rubber grip runs down the length of St. Francis, swerves briefly onto Cerrillos, then all the way down the train tracks and Guadalupe Street until the pointer stops at Santa Fe National Cemetery.
“Fenced, remote, unpopulated,” Vasquez says. “Where else would you contain the dead?”
“Right,” Tim Manning, who assumed control once Coss signed the emergency declaration, says. “We don't have much time. Twelve hours to be exact.”
“What happens in 12 hours?” the mayor asks.
“According to LANL and private projections given to our Infectious Disease Epidemiology Bureau,” Manning says, “there won't be anyone left to infect.”
He clicks a button on the remote control; a small red circle over St. Vincent expands to engulf the entire county.
“I don't know if your plan's viable,” Manning says. “But it's better than handing it off to the Office of the Medical Investigator—managing mass fatalities is officially his responsibility.”
“Well,” Solano says. “We do need someone to lure them.”
Coss interrupts: “I'm the bait in this jurisdiction, Sheriff.”