Another body climbed up the back of the squad, |
looming into view. A singed white crested helmet.
"Cap?" Johnny queried.
But it wasn't him. It was the silvered haired Carter. "Gage!"
Steven shouted at him. "We're on it. How are you and
"Whaa? uh, we're fine. What
the h*ll happened to them?"
"Same as you. Blown tires..Only it looks like Stoker
in time. Stay with your victims!"
36's cap ordered. "I don't know details yet!"
"Just do it.. I'll let you know about them as soon as I do..!"
Carter said, jumping down to the
ground. He literally flew
to where Johnny could just barely hear Chet Kelly shouting.
make out any words.
Johnny felt a weight impact the squad's roof. He
whirled around on his
knees to see 36's bucket man
lightly land the bucket on top of the squad's other roof
man climbed off of it and leaned over just in
time to help a hysterical Alex's mom up onto
roof with an assisting hand from where she
was reaching up to him.
"Alex! Honey? Are you ok?"
Johnny could see the little girl's mother had a fresh cut
over one cheek that
was inexplicable, but it didn't
immediately register to Johnny's stunned mind. But he
answer her. "She's all right. The tarp protected us.."
He turned to the fireman with him. "Atkins,
Alex is breathing,
but her rate's a little fast. Only ventilate her if she tires.
I had to keep
her from pulling in any heat for a minute
and she's still recovering from that."
36's fireman knelt by the silent child and took
over Johnny's place on Alex's oxygen.
mom began to sob. "Alex? How is she?
And where are the other firemen? I- I thought they were
to get us down from here so we could meet up
with that ambulance you said was coming.."
stopped both Johnny and Atkins in a moment.
Atkin's silently mouthed, "She's forgotten about what's
just happened?" about Engine 51 to Johnny concerning
her mental status.
just gaped like a fish twice before
he felt himself click into automatic paramedic mode.
to glance over the squad's roof towards where Roy, Kelly
and Captain Carter had disappeared as the
two of them sat
her down on top of the cab. "They've uh,.. they've got
something to catch up on."
he told her distractedly. "Just uh,
relax a bit and let me take a look at that cut of yours, ok?
Do you remember where you are? What's your name?"
"Do you know what day
"Uh.hh" the mother sighed, holding her head. "I'm sorry.
What did you ask me?"
Right then, Alex began to stir and cough and Atkins
lifted away the 02 to see the child opening her
Mum? Are you there?
Alex's mother didn't seem to hear her.
Mum? the girl repeated,
growing scared when her
mother didn't reply back to her. Whats happening?
Why do my clothes stink?
Simultaneously, Engine 36, Squad 51 and Engine
51's radioes all started issuing Sam's voice and
followed a frantic report that Captain Carter was giving out to L.A.
On what it was, Johnny didn't know. None of what
was said had gotten through his shell shock.
Gage swallowed back his own thudding worry for his
crewmates as he and Atkins efficiently dealt with
new medical situations in both mother and daughter.
As Alex's and Andrea's pulse rates
began to calm with his
reassurances, Johnny's began to rise in stress and alarm.
::Are they ok
over there? Roy why aren't you HT hailing me?::
Gage's mind screamed out.
"I can see him." Alex said." No!! " |
The little girl screamed through her simple O2 mask.
looked down. "Easy. Easy.." he told her.
"What's wrong honey? Y-you can see who?"
Gage didn't know what she was talking about.
The little girl's eyes had been bandaged shut for burns
they had found on her eyelids.
"The tall dark haired man in the white and the black hat." she
sudden fear filling her voice with a ring of truth that chilled them both
to the bone.
::Captain Stanley?:: Gage wondered. ::How can she know
what he looks like? She's been unconscious
this whole time.::
"No! Kelly, not there.. Somebody! Somebody! Get to him
fast. He doesn't want to die!" the little girl wailed.
From :"patti keiper" <email@example.com>
Subject : The
Date : Fri, 11 Apr 2003 16:21:26 +0000
Gage rose to his feet, moving
to stand directly
on top of the squad's cab. He eyed the brush until
he located where he heard
commotion from the chopper
pilot, Roy, Captain Carter and Chet. He made up an
excuse to issue
a radio transmission. "Squad 51 to HT
51.." he impatiently called out, knowing that by
Roy had to answer anything directed at
##HT 51.## came his partner's reply.
filled him in. "Roy, need ya back here.
Our adult female patient's showing a Glasgow
drop with a new orthostatic BP shift."
Gage practically shouted read-between-the-lines
in his tone
as he gave his update. ::What's
going on over there, Roy?..Why the silent line?::
fiercely in his thoughts. "I'd really
like a second opinion on the mother's mental
Rampart's next report if you're able."
He jumped back down to the squad's bottle store
Gage studied Andrea's dozing face once
again, keeping a hand on her right radial pulse.
still considering the odd statements the little
girl had screamed just a short time ago. As the minutes
stretched by with no more frantic activity through L.A,
he began to feel sheepish for becoming
But some inner sense of nervousness remained.
Johnny jumped when he
felt a tap on the shoulder.
"Ahhh!!" he said, startling. He spun about in place,
his air bottle that he had abandoned
at Atkins' feet and came face to face, with Roy.
how ARE they over there?" Gage demanded
of him sharply when his fright had passed.
a little radio silence to torment
all of us over here."
Roy only smiled. "Stoker's got a bruised
And Marco will need to sit on an icepack donut
for a while.. Other than that.." and he shrugged.
Johnny couldn't believe it. "What! That's it?"
"Yep. No one was terribly hurt, pally. Mike
just took the
rig into that sandy embankment to stop her
from running away once he felt the tires
know, sort of like how semi truck trailers sometimes use
those cedar piles on ramps for
brake failures up
in the mountains.." DeSoto reasoned. He knelt
and took another blood pressure
on a groggy Andrea,
whom Johnny had arranged supine along the other flat
side of the squad's top.
Her O2 mask was back in
place and her feet were raised up onto a resting
sideways air bottle..
"Hi there...uh.. " DeSoto asked
"Andrea.." Johnny prompted instantly.
Roy parroted. "How are you feeling?"
Andrea didn't open her eyes until Roy gently set
onto her arm. He repeated his question.
"Ummm, kinda funny..." she remarked.
the only one.. " Johnny muttered under
his breath about how he felt about Alex's
He decided to chalk them off as
hypoxia residue and turned up the percentage of
O2 on child's
clear oxygen mask. Gage then bent
low to treat and dress the spidery lightning burns
Roy checked the mother's IV and O2 flow. "Ok..
My partner tells me you are a little
recent details. Did you feel this funny way before,
or after we escaped the wildfire?"
Andrea's eyes wandered from Roy's face
and she fell to watching the D5W IV dripping
arm that Dr. Brackett had ordered.
"What fire?" she said. "Are there more people
hurt besides me?"
DeSoto's smile fell away and he drew out his
penlight to examine her eyes. For the time being,
he didn't answer Andrea's questions nor inform
her that Alex was nearby to spare the woman
stress. Her pupils were fairly equal,
only red and irritated from the smoke she had been
to. He felt along her neck for telltale signs
of stiffening or tenderness. She didn't react adversely
to his probing. Nor did Roy find anything but ash when
he checked out her head once more for
signs of injury.
"Still negative here." he said to Johnny.
"Yep.. So, what do you think?"
It was only a few seconds before Andrea faded
enough to want to close her eyes
again. Roy watched
her breathing rate. "Don't know yet. The BP's 88 systolic
and her resp rate
IS shallowing. Just like what you've got
written down here." he said. Then he rubbed his chin,
about what else he could check for. Then he
had an idea. "Johnny, did you take a BP on her other
Gage looked up from where he was wrapping
the child warmly into a
dry blanket. Johnny's
slight look of dismay said it all. "Oops." he
mouthed silently. Then out
loud he said. "I was
kinda distracted by all the excitement with the
engine, Roy." he said.
Atkins was still doing his part in keeping the little girl
awake and oriented by giving her his helmet
to feel while
she waited for her ambulance to arrive."I think we all were."
Roy turned to
get his baseline BP. He nodded as he got the
second reading. "It's different, Johnny. 110 over 84."
he slipped into a closer neural exam on Andrea that included
a babinski's check and a limb
movement equality exam.
Her left side presented as weaker despite Alex volunteering
mother was left handed. Roy noticed that she didn't
seem able to grip his fingers with any great
strength on that
side nor push down with her left foot normally. His mind started
::Did she get this way from hitting the
squad's dash when I stopped?:: he wondered. Then he shook
his head immediately dismissing that angle.. ::That
facial cut's sitting on the LEFT side and
it's minor. It can't
possibly be the cause of her deficit now. These mis-reactions
are too global
and, well.. old. There's some subtle atrophy in
her muscles on the effected side. Wait a minute.
symptoms are tied to a pre-existing condition that the fire
exacerbated. That would
explain why we didn't find anything
grossly wrong with her until now.::
Roy checked the woman's
pockets for ID. He found a wallet
in her pants and he leafed through its credit card section.
The third card he turned over was one outlining
a handwritten course of treatment for brain cancer.
her name on it giving directions to a medical clinic with a
familiar date marked down.
"Found it." he said to Johnny.
"She's got a history of cancer. A tumor on the brain." he
showing Johnny the card. "This is an appointment
reminder about a chemo treatment series, scheduled
start today.." he said softly.
Johnny looked up in sympathy. "No wonder she
here in the hills. I know I wouldn't want
to face that kind of thing on such a beautiful summer
Makes perfect sense . Most likely, they were going on
a picnic or something just to forget about
things for a while
when the storm came and caused their accident."
Roy picked up the phone
receiver and updated Dr. Brackett
on what they had discovered. Kel gave them instructions on
to make the mother more comfortable and he asked
for the ambulance ETA. "Rampart, L.A. reports its
##10-4, 51.# Kel replied.
DeSoto and Gage both looked up as
arriving fire crews
rushed on past their scene giving encouraging blasts
from their air horns as
they sped by to deal with the
expanding canyon fire. Johnny grinned when he
saw the company that
was stopping for their crashed
engine call. It happened to be Stone's.
Charlie and Gil leaped
out of their rescue squad to
assist 51's. Gil gave a low whistle at the sorry condition
squad as he and his partner jogged up with their
gear and replacement 02. "You fellas medium rare
well done?" he quipped.
"Charred.." Gage said. "These two are stable. Histories
are on the notepad." he said giving it
to him from his pocket. "You relieving us?"
Charlie said. "Go rest up. We'll get them down
from there for ya after we switch over to our equipment
and we'll bring em in for ya since your wheels are gone."
And he laughed at his own joke.
broke it off when Roy and Johnny didn't smile.
He cleared his throat self consciously before changing
the subject. "Are you ok, Johnny? You look kinda peaked."
"Took some heat and smoke. Nothing major.
to ride shotgun up top. We had two too many. Oh, and
watch the girl. I had to block
off her air for the worst
of the trip out for about a minute total."
"Gotcha." and the two
medics efficiently took over for
Johnny and Roy's scene.
Captain Stone wandered over to them from his rig.|
His reaction was pretty much like Gil's about the
tires on the Ward and Dodge, including the sympathetic
whistle and unbelieving head shake.
"Everyone still in one
DeSoto crossed his arms over themselves.
"For the most part.
Bumps and bruises on the engine
crew." Roy grinned. "Cap's coordinating with Carter on
out the best way for the tow bed to reach
over there. If you're looking for him, he said he would
be hanging by Engine 36 trying to figure out why their
tires didn't melt like ours did."
Gage's face fell into alertness. "Roy. Wait a minute
Wait a minute.. You said Cap left the engine
to come back over here?"
"Yeah, he left there about a minute before I did."
smacking some soot off his pants cuff.
Gage's face levelled into a quiet seriousness that
Roy. "Well I didn't see him. I only saw you
when you scared the snot outta me tapping my shoulder
"That's odd." Roy said. "I-I wonder where he could
hiding in the bushes somewhere, embarrassed
to come out here to see me about the reason why he
he had to melt both his vehicles down like waxworks."
Ben joked. "He knows I'll tease him about the
All three men chuckled.
Captain Stone lifted his HT. "Engine 8 to Engine 51.
Hank, my medics are here and have relieved yours. What's your
The light laughter from
them died away when nothing but
Something deep inside gripped Johnny and
His odd nervousness returned and he danced on his feet,
craning a neck over to where
he could see Chet milling about
next to the engine.
Some of Stone's men were already fully
on the scene.
They were using 51's own water to cool her steaming tire
rims and undercarriage
with one of her hoses that hadn't
been singed during their frantic breakout.
I'm gonna go check on something.."
he told Stone and DeSoto. And he jogged across the field
to where Kelly was putting a bandaid on the bridge
of Stoker's bruised nose.
up and so did Mike. "Hiya Johnny. Sorry for
not answering your hail. Cap said he would take care of
"Yeah, well guys, answer me this. Where is Cap?"
Gage said hurriedly. "He never replied
"Isn't he with you fellas by the road?"
"I thought he was with you.." Gage said with
frustrated pointing gesture.
Stoker shook his head, feeling up the patch job|
Kelly did on his tender nose when he was through.
"Hey, Chet, I think you put this on crooked." he
complained, peeking in the engine's soot streaked
door side mirror.
Kelly smirked at Mike. "You look beautiful, Stoker."
*Smooch* he kidded.
Stoker made a face. "Think I'll go get someone
else to fix this then. I know, I'll go get
Stone's medics to give me an honest opinion on
the efficacy of your bandaging job. Roy
just may have to re-train you on how to do it
"And I think you
scarred me for life, pal, by crashing
into that hillside. Just look at my elbow,
Stoker! I freaked
pretty bad running over here
to get to ya. I don't see you patching ME up..!" he
gratitude, man.. Geesh.." Kelly said at
Mike's departing back as he flicked some dirt
out of his
very minor abrasion with a few fingernails.
"Hey, no sweat about Cap, Johnny. Didya try
him on th-"
"Yes, Chet.." Johnny cut him off. "I just told you that.
And for that matter, Stone
just tried to reach him again,
Marco looked up from where he was checking
of the Ward for signs of oil or gas leaks.
He was moving slowly to favor his bruised behind.
one laughed at his stiffness. "I saw him." Lopez
piped up. " He said he was gonna look over the
end under all that brush to see whether or
not Stoker crumpled any chrome." he chuckled.
a bet riding on it."
"Well how long ago was that?"
"Oh, about five, six minutes ago." Lopez
he knew we were all fine, he grabbed his helmet
and headed that way." Marco indicated.
All three men turned to peer into the thick rhododendrons
covering Engine's 51 steaming front
Gage called out. "Got a minute?!"
Hank didn't holler back.
the firemen started walking towards the hillside.
Johnny stopped in his tracks when he saw Cap's
laying across the seat of the engine through its open
driver's door. His work gloves
were still there, folded
neatly on top of the transmission live radio.
Kelly noticed that too,
"That's weird. He didn't take
his gloves with him. Kinda odd, cause there's still
a lot of superheated
metal up there."
Johnny hefted them up and he shoved the gloves
into his pants belt. Gage
nervously shifted the helmet
on his head. "Guys, come on. Let's try to find him."
the big deal Gage?" Kelly asked. "Maybe
he changed his mind about checking up on you and Roy
went to 36's engine for a bit first to check on Carter."
Johnny lifted his HT. "Squad 51 to Engine
##Go ahead, 51.## Carter's calm gravelly voice replied.
"Cap, ..ah" Gage said. "Is
our captain with ya ?
We can't seem to pin down his current location."
##Negative. Stone here
with me says he still
can't raise Hank either.##
"That tears it.." Johnny said. A thick dread
stomach. He put on Hank's gloves and moved to the
equipment compartment of the engine
for a safety belt
and a coiled figure eight of rock rope.
The other guys watched him in surprise.
up. "Gage, why are you getting so worked up here?
Cap's around. He always is. He's
someplace nearby figuring out a way to get the tow
guys back in here to-"
annoyed Johnny. "Have you ever known Cap
to wander a scene without his HT?" he insisted
"Well,... no..not exactly.." Kelly stammered.
"It's never, Chet. Now come on and help me into
this.." he said. "Then get yourself geared up too.
I'm calling for a scene search."
don't you think you're over reac--"
Gage hit his HT call out. "Engine 51 to HT 51
and all Engines.
Captain Stanley may be missing
from the scene. His last known position was with
Engine 51. We're
beginning a search from our
10-20. We need immediate assistance."
##10-4...## came multiple
replies. Stone, Roy
Atkins and Carter soon came running from the road to
rendevous with Gage and
Stone was pacing along side Gage when they began to
cut through the underbrush,
fighting their way to
the front side of the engine and into the narrow
arroyo its hood was jammed
up against. Once
there, he found a hand saw on the ground where
Cap had apparently been doing the
"Here, Ben. "Johnny shouted. "Looks like he came this way.."
Captain Stone joined
Gage and squeezed into the small
space that was blocking their way to the open tangle
slope angling in front of the engine.
Johnny had just pushed through and was standing
his feet tottered on the edge of a yawning
hole in the grass. He pinwheeled in panic with a shout
until Ben pulled him back away from the weakened spot
that had creaked woodenly beneath his
The others behind them held up when Ben gestured |
for them to freeze. "Hold it! Hold it! There's
here!" he snapped at them.
Ben cautiously inched forward to look where Johnny had
fallen and his face furrowed. "Looks like an old
abandoned well. Careful, everyone. The shaft's lip
be bigger than it appears because of all this old overgrowth."
They all dropped to their
stomachs and crawled forward
until they could peer down into its darkness around the
they found there. Two of the boards were
newly cracked and there was a steaming redness
across one of them. Ben reached out a hand to
touch some and he brought it to his nose. "It's blood."
"Cap?!!" Kelly called out urgently.
Johnny drew out the flashlight he had snatched along
his gear and aimed it down into the hole. He
could just hear the sounds of gurgling water far
and his light's feeble beam caught something
shiny hanging on a root. It was Cap's helmet. "I was
afraid of something like this." Gage said quietly
worried. "Didn't feel right about him."
Stone got on the radio. "Engine 8 to L.A. and all
units at 51's incident. We've a man down a well
beneath a fire engine. Respond a cave specialist team
and a heavy excavation equipment detail to our
##10-4, Engine 8. Your time out. 16:12.##
Tones began to peel out eerily
over their talkies
as Gage and Kelly continued to shout down the
crumbling shaft. "Cap! Can you
hear me?" Gage
Kelly's face was tight with tension and he
swallowed nervously as
the echo of their voices
died away and bounced around inside the dripping
shaft without a responding
reply. He looked up at
Ben, Roy, Carter, Johnny, Atkins and Stone.
"Sounds like there's an awfully
at the bottom. I think the lower half of the
shaft's flooded really deep."
"Could be a well broken through into a mine shaft."
Carter suggested. "This whole park's riddled
old abandoned digs. I personally know
of five underground passages which carry water
flooded quarry just over that hill.
This clearing may be a place where slideouts during
years occur regularly. See where rain has weakened
the hillside here? A boulder may have broken through,
creating this fissure into the well, when your engine
came barreling against it, out of control."
Atkins was only just slipping into repelling gear.
He marvelled at Gage already being so well
equipped for a vertical descent. "Did you listen
to the little voice we're both thinking of to figure
"Who knows for sure, man. I just want to get
down there, Atkins. Now."
and the others rapidly placed a ladder
over the hole that they had grabbed from
Roy laid a calming hand on Johnny's back.
"Yeah, well we'll be down there quick enough.
tying off our ropes to the engine's front
winch as we speak."
Gage's heart sank into an icy
chill when his
flashlight kept finding more and more places along
the shaft's jagged walls where
bloody smears marked
the staining that Cap's body had left behind as it
could see nothing of Hank.
Johnny's mouth went dry as he peered into the
pitch black of the
wet rotten hole. "Tie them
off faster, guys! He can't wait. I'm seeing a lot
of blood down there."
he snapped at the men
grunting and squeezing through the undergrowth
around the hole to reach
the engine's grill and
bumper. And the power winch. "Be ok, Cap. Just
From : "Cory Anda" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Subject : The Inner
Date : Sat, 12 Apr 2003 02:16:58 +0000
Hank Stanley groaned as he awakened
to an eerie greenish darkness. He was upright,
hanging on a wall by the back of his collar on a
splinter of wood and his helmet was gone.
"Whaa?" he said out loud. "What?" he said again
opened his eyes to a feeble glow coming
from below him. There was a roaring
in his ears. ::Did
I hit my head?:: he wondered
and he took in a couple of deep breaths. ::Maybe not,
cause I don't
feel any pain. ::Then Hank realized what
the noise was. ::My legs. That's why they're cold.
dangling in this rushing water up to my thighs .
Am I in some kind of riverbed?:: Then he realized
wasn't the case. Peering about, he realized that he was in
an old mining chamber at a junction
of a vertical shaft
where it met the ceiling of another flooded horizontal
passage. Just ahead
of him, he could see an ominous
gurgling whirlpool rotating at the end of the dead end
about thirty feet downstream.
He tried to shift his head but a warning creak
nails on the shattered wood holding
his jacket, halted him. They dropped him a couple of inches
his precarious place. :"Ahh!." And Hank froze, trying
to still the motion of his legs dragging in
the fast flow
beneath him. ::Don't want to fall in. That water
sounds deep and I can't tell where
water's going for sure...::
He spent another minute or so flexing his limbs slowly
and Hank decided that he was fairly intact, all things considering.
Until he glanced down at his
right hand and realized that
it was red with actively streaming blood. ::Oh,..
I got an artery..::
he realized, licking his dry lips.::Gotta
s- stop that..:: Already, his head was full of fuzz and
a nauseating thirst was thickening his tongue. Moaning,
Cap reached into his pocket and found the
that he had shoved there from the little girl's mother earlier
as they loaded her
daughter up onto the squad for their
desperate escape through the fire. He rigged a half hitch and
looped it tight around his upper arm over his coat on his
bleeding side and did it again before
he tightened it with an
adjustable knot with his teeth and other hand. He pulled
until he could
feel the thudding pulse beating in his lacerated
arm, only quitting when he felt his fingers growing
and numb. Gasping, he let go of his tourniquet and
he drifted in a sea of dizziness.
A few minutes later, he looked down and saw that the
fast trickle of blood was now reduced to a slow
drops that fell into the rapid flow of water beneath
him. ::That did it.Ugh.. Hope it
doesn't come loose on
me. This plastic doesn't make very good rope.:: He
looked around and up
above him. Very far away, he
could see a patch of daylight over his head and he
hear eerie echoes of..::Those are
L.A. dispatchs! I'm hearing Sam over an HT!::
he shouted and immediately winced when that
effort shot pain through his circulation stopped arm.
"Agh...hh." he moaned and his consciousness began to drift
as nausea rose up to sicken him. Hank barely
stomach by reaching down and splashing some of
the water rushing by onto his face with
his good arm.
Then he began to regret his actions when a mild shivering
set in. ::I'm going
into shock. ..I....probably lost a
fair bit of my total volume here.:: he thought. Taking a
Hank grabbed a chrome polishing rag he had
taken with him to the front of the engine on his trip
seal the bet, from his other pocket. He held it in the water
swirling about him until it was
fully wet. Gasping and
shaking, he wrung it out into his mouth and swallowed the
rank liquid slowly.
::Tastes awful. But I gotta....gotta get
my fluid level up or I'll pass out..::
until his sharpening nausea stopped him. A couple
of times, Cap almost lost what he had taken in and
it was only
a sheer effort of will that saved him from vomitting it
all out again. Hank was rewarded
a minute later with a
clearer head and soon, the chamber he was trapped in
stopped spinning around
and around in his vision.
"CAP ?! ..CAp ?!......Cap ?!...........cap... ?!" came
echo from above. It was Chet's voice,
mingled with Johnny's.
But Cap's head began to sag as
his BP dropped
from his internal chilling and he couldn't respond.
He slipped into a half state,
eyes staring into the
noisy whirlpool filled with green underwater light
just ahead. He began
to drift and dream..
walked the line in front of his new
firemen cadets and stopped in front of one very very
gawky young French looking man, who towered
a head over him. He dipped his head to read the
name tag.. "Henry...Stanley.." he read myopically.
"Hank.. uh, Hank. S-sir.. Only my mother calls
me Henry. And
uh,...my pastor." Hank immediately bit his lip nervously
for talking out of turn
in the inspection line. He had heard
so much about McConike's reputation on being merciless to
probies assigned to his station who dared break protocol
on anything. He froze at attention when his
new captain gave
him a once over glance from his hours long polished shoes to
his starched white
dress hat. "Hmm... " the man regarded Hank
thoughtfully. Hank could just feel the other probies twitching
in sympathy for him as he fell under the gun.
Hank felt his upper lip start to bead with
McConike said gruffly. "Uniform's fair Mr. Stanley. You only
missed some polish on that
"Which button where?" Hank said looking down.
McConike immediately swept up his
index finger and caught
Hank by the nose, making him lift his head in a Three
Stooges move. He
began to laugh uproariously and so
did Hank's fellow newbies. The humor had just the opposite
on Hank, who's face flushed nine shades redder than
the engine he was standing in front of.
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