The Story Unfolds...|
Season Three, Episode Twenty One..
§§ Devil Winds §§
Debut Launch: May 1st, 2005.
Date: Thu May 5, 2005 8:18 pm
Subject: It's a beginning . .
The dry air settled over the brush and dry foliage of the mountain
range. Smog and haze were a natural
part of the horizon most of the
year, but on this day it seemed thicker and stronger than ever. It
was also the time of year where the winds returned in strong, sweeping
passes between the mountains
and the valleys. Despite the wind,
however, the dry, arid thickness remained determined to keep the
horizon embedded in its cloak of heaviness. There was no escape from
the inevitable happening. When
the natural elements joined together
in song and dance over the parched land it seemed to always end
spark, and then the real terror began . . .
Hank shook his head again as he climbed
down Big Red. Water continued
to drip from his hair and turnout coat leaving him in a very
mood to get dry. The clean up had been long and tedious
from the apartment fire, but he was thankful
that the injuries were
minor. Johnny and Roy were finishing up at the hospital while the
crew worked on their own finish.
"Cap, I've got the logbook. Why don't you take what time you
Mike said, breaking Hank's temporary reflection.
"Yea, good idea. Chet, Marco . . I
get the shower first. I'm pullin'
rank sorry, fellas!"
Hank gave a small pause as he considered
his statement but then again,
he rarely used his rank.
"Sure, Cap," "No problem!" responded
Chet and Marco at the same
time. Despite their own discomfort, they deferred to their captain.
get some coffee going," added Chet.
Hank sloshed toward the locker room and stripped away the wet and|
heavy clothing. He eased into the
shower and let the hot water soak
in. The steam filled his nostrils and he took it in with his eyes
closed and his mind wandering. The dispatch he had received prior to
their latest run included the
annual reminders of brushfire drills and
training. The heat of the water continued to soothe Hank's
He thought about the upcoming brushfire season and sighed. Despite
the calming effects
of the shower, his anticipation and inner
sensibilities warned him of what was to come. Whispers of
seemed to enter his thoughts and he realized that his sense of
foreboding was not the
best way to end this shower.
He turned the water a little cooler and finished washing up. Burying
his head and face in the clean wooly towel seemed to refresh his tired
mind. He dried quickly and
with years of experience in fast changes,
had completed his dressing routine.
Hank yelled as he walked by the day room.
He entered his office and found a new dispatch on his
Obviously, Mike had put it there while he was cleaning up. Hank
started reading it and felt
the tendrils of distress creep back. He
heard the squad roll back into the bay but he didn't hear
Roy coming in.
"Cap? You okay?" he asked.
Hank appeared startled for a moment and then
looked at his senior
paramedic. "Uh, yea . . it's just another dispatch. The winds have
kicked up and they've spotted the first fire."
"Already?" Roy seemed surprised.
. looks like it'll be a long season," Hank replied, not feeling
as refreshed as he did a few moments
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: Saturday, May 7, 2005 1:53 AM
Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] Adding Up
The harsh Santa
Ana wind was beginning to pick up across the Mojave
Desert area. A Sig Alert had been issued for
Highway 14, the main
road between L.A. and the desert. Big rigs, RVs,and buses were being
to stay off the Freeway. The wind was well known for blowing
the large vehicles over. Passenger
cars and pick up trucks had a hard
time staying on the road, as the strong wind would make them swerve
and shake. Small dust devils were growing into a major dust storm.
Long time residents knew
the signs as the afternoon heat fueled the
wind and prepared for the worst. Most opted to stay indoors
heaven help those stranded outside. The blowing sand would leave
stinging marks on exposed
areas of skin that lasted for days and eye
injuries were a common complaint at the local ER's.
The wind picked up speed as it traveled from the desert, down the
canyons and the Freeway towards
the San Bernadino Mountains and,
eventually, the City of Angels itself. It had many names, but
whatever it was called, it meant serious trouble. Many had begun to
call it the Devil Winds. It
lived up to that name. Gusts of 100
miles per hour or more, where not unheard of. A cigarette,
carelessly thrown out of a car window, was all it took for the wind
to whip an burning ember
into a raging brushfire.
Cap was worried. It had been a wet winter and spring that allowed
alot of new plant growth
in the canyons and hills. The once lush
plants were now just very dry tender waiting to go up in
brush had not been this overgrown since before he had joined the Fire
To make matters worse, homeowners ignored the
instructions to keep empty lots and areas surrounding
clear of the dry brush and tumbleweeds. ::A long season indeed.::he
get started on the brush and wildfire drills::
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Sent : Monday, May 9, 2005 2:48 PM
Subject : Divining
Cap helped himself to the pot of Jaimaican dark that
Chet had just finished brewing
by taking it directly out
of the stocky firefighter's hands even in the act of pouring.
you don't mind."
"Not at all, Cap. It'll behoove me to provide the caffeine
to the worst addict
first around here. Isn't that right, Gage?"
"Yep. Eases the symptoms of withdrawal and in Cap's
eliminate a severe case of the crankies.." he said whole heartedly,
with a frown as
he ambled into the kitchen from the vehicle bay
on Roy's heels.
"I am not cranky..." Hank
insisted with a sharp tone. Then he
replayed mentally how his own sentence came out of his mouth.
"Well, maybe just a little. A hot shower only soothes so far. You
know how I hate fourplex fires.
They take forever to knock down.
And there's always an interior wall collapse into the basement
"What I can't understand, Cap, is why you're still steaming. And I
from the shower." Johnny complained, setting down his
as yet unread and unbundled newspaper. "Kelly's
right. You HAVE
been on edge today."
Roy gathered at Cap's side and leaned on the countertop,
with a silent holding of a mug thrust out, for some coffee from the
coffee pot still tightly
held in Cap's grip. "It's because of the memo
that arrived this morning. The first hot spot's official,
"Oh now that explains everything. Sorry, Cap. I guess it's
okay to have a snarling
veneer then. I would be, too, if I had to
organize brush responses at L.A. fire training academy
every other fire station in the state wants to do the same thing.
There's no seniority between
caps, Cap." and he grinned one
sided in supportive amusement.
"Don't remind me. I've had a bad feeling about the weather all day."|
Hank sighed, pouring and draining
his second cup of coffee from the
pot he was still holding. He filled Roy's cup almost to over brimming.
Chet finally gave up getting one for himself when he was ignored,
so he sat down on the couch
to give Bonnie, the station Yorkie, a
scrub behind her ribboned ears. "It's not so bad. L.A. says
Ana wind scale's not even a condition three yet."
Hank wasn't comforted. "Yeah,
well, it's not four in the afternoon yet
either, is it?" he commented, still with a sharp edge.
The other firemen didn't even flinch. They understood Cap's ire was
blowing off the steam created
for being in his type of occupational office.
Bonnie barked, jumping down from the couch. She
skittered over to Cap's
recliner, bounded up onto its black leather seat cushion, and immediately
sat up on her rear haunches in a wistful whining beg.
"Cap, listen to Bonnie and sit down some.
She's being your second
mother again..." Chet said without looking up from the chess game
was playing with Marco. Neither fireman got up to go shower despite
of being stinky, multiple shades
of dirt color, and sweaty.
Marco echoed the sentiment. "Yeah, go pet her to calm your nerves
"Marco, Chet,.. De-scum-ify and make your captain feel better that way,
snapped in an order as he sat down in the chair to humor
Bonnie. He began a brisk belly rub to shut
up her vocal piercing fusses
over his own stress levels. "I'll be a LOT better if I'm not smelling
be up to my eyebrows in tommorrow morning.."
"No way, Cap." protested Lopez. "We're
only gonna get all filthy again,
so why waste the water? We're gonna need every drop we can get.."
said in challenge without looking up from the chessboard between Kelly and
frowned when Chet took his white knight with a black rook.
Cap fell silent for the first time,
unable to enforce his demand in the face of
that overwhelming truth of a thing so obvious.
grinned, taking a sip from his coffee mug. "What makes you so sure that
we'll be on a brushfire assignment
"Because Mike Stoker isn't here.." Cap insisted loudly, rubbing his lips in worry.|
"Just take a look
around you, Roy. Do you see him in here with us anywhere?"
He gestured with his question.
gang looked up and glanced around the kitchen and rec room and saw that
it was true.
trickled Chet. "He's poring over the releve' density charts again, isn't
furrowed. "What's a releve' chart? I've never heard of that.."
"I thought you went to first grade,
Gage. Gee, knock me over with a feather, man.
Everybody knows what releve' studies are.." quipped
Chet, seriously not
serious at all, just to get Johnny's goat. Then he looked up and winked at Marco,
to let Lopez know that he was setting a prime baiting trap again.
Johnny fell right into the middle
of it. "I know what releve' studies are.." said the dark
haired paramedic defensively. "Releve' studies
are.. studies of apparent
"Of what kind?" Kelly oozed, needling. "Your last
statement is one hundred percent
desperate digging on what I just said, and you know it. It didn't
make any sense
at all. Just admit you don't know something for once, Johnny and I promise I'll
it instantly." he said silky smooth, priming his teasing jab to the max.
Gage's face fell into
a struggling expression mixed with the eternal half angry look
of a victim who's realized that they've
just been outfoxed into admitting a weakness.
"It's a study of...stuff that needs measuring, Chet.
So quit being irritating about it."
Kelly folded his fingers together in a scholarly look of consideration
devoid of any sting. "It's analyzing numbers of plant species and their distribution
over a given area. A fire ranger throws out a one meter by one meter
PVC plastic pipe frame randomly
onto a brushy slope without looking where
he's throwing it. Then he goes out and extends that square
to ten meters by ten using
string and pikes and everything growing inside of it is sampled in great
What species is growing there and how many. Their densities in relation to each other
relate a whole lot as to what that slope'll do if it ever catches on fire. And when it
might go up
under Santa Ana conditions."
"It does?" said Johnny, cheek full of cookie from the platter on the table in front|
said Cap, looking up, thoroughly forlorn. "Stoker's made a serious hobby of it.
Every year since he
started on at the station."
"No kidding..." said Gage, finally becoming infected with Cap's flavor
worry. "Well, what else kinds of things does he learn from all that math ratio stuff?"
"See for yourself. I'm too depressed to even think about it..." sighed Cap, sinking a
into one of his palms.
Roy immediately got up and poured Cap his third cup of java in as many
"Here, Cap. Drink up. It'll lessen the sting of what Stoker's fathoming out for ya.."
"Appreciate that..." Cap said, looking up and accepting the pour eagerly.
"I think I'll go with
ya...." Johnny said, all uncertain curiosity.
Chet was deprived of the cream of his crafted tease
and that broke his concentration
on his chess game. Lopez took his queen with a nondiscreet pawn from
the back of
the board and Marco said, "Checkmate in six moves. Sorry, Charlie." he said, rising from
his chair. He walked over to kneel by Cap and Bonnie in the recliner to help Hank calm her
nerves over the new turn of imminent dry weather and the gang's even sharper
mood changes. "Had to
take the throat when it was wide open like that. Chet, don't try
to do two things at once, especially
if one of those things is playing chess. You'll lose
"Thanks for the sage advice,
Marco. You're all heart." he said, mildly miffed as he
realized the series of moves to the endgame
Lopez had just foreseen. "I'll remember
that next time we're working a hose together. I'll just look
the other way when
the ceiling comes down right on top of ya."
"Oh, yeah? Then I think I'll
just overlook the next live wire that pops up under
your boots when I'm your rear man for concentrating
on my waterwork,
and we'll see what happens."
Roy looked up wide eyed mock shock. "Don't do
that, Marco.That'll just suck us
all into a full blown cardiac arrest case on him and we'll have
to work hard for half
an hour with CPR until we reach the hospital. Think of something else with
to avenge yourself. That plan doesn't work too well. There's too much coworker
"Oh. ...ok. I'll be devious in another direction then." said Lopez, pegging Kelly with
penetrating stare. The soot on his face only amplified the piercing white of his eyes
didn't even blink....Not once.
"W-what other direction?" Chet said, squinting his eyes as he reset
the chessboard up
for a new game in vulnerable uncertainty.
"Wait and see...." said Marco mysteriously
curling the end of his moustache with a
Chet shuddered. "I hate it when he does
that. Sends chills runnin up and down my spine.
I think I created Frankenstein by being The Phantom
around here, guys. Marco's
learned from me."
"Then quit playin one up with ME when you're
playing chess and you won't open
yourself up to it." insisted Gage. "Thanks for the counter rib,
Marco. You stopped
him from messing around with my head again quite nicely."
I know to stick by the one who usually has both the defib paddles
in his hands..."
in mirth, still tickling Bonnie's belly until she was deep into squirming
doggy heaven. Her rear
foot began to dig the air in utter ectasy.
Roy chuckled, turning from his banter admiring lean in the doorway to finish |
his side trip to the
office for Cap. "I'll go see what predictions Stoker's got
for us.." he announced to everyone. Gage
followed in his wake seconds later.
"You do that. And I DON'T wanna know. Keep it to yourself.
A bad surprise is
sometimes much better than a clearly known future in my book." Hank said
"Ok.. My lips'll be sealed. One hundred percent." shrugged DeSoto diffidently.
Mike Stoker was out in the vehicle bay, with a rainbow array of spray cans, spread out
hood of the squad. He had closed the enormous glass cover on the route wall
map in front of him and
he was liberally applying layers of frothy bright color on
specific areas of the mountains; all around
their entire fire response district and
Johnny's eyebrows went up when he saw
Mike doing that without looking up from hastily
scribbled notes from what could only be a homemade
releve' study packet.
Stoker already knew their map's garage scale blind and that made what he was
doing even more remarkable to Gage. "What's all that red mean?" he said, waving
away the water
soluable paint fog cloud fumes from his already sooty nose and mouth.
Mike didn't stop what he
was doing. "That's ninety five percent probability on
complete uncontainment of any fire when the
northeast santas hit anything
over twenty miles an hour."
Kelly was a paramedics' shadow without
their knowing it and when he spoke
up, it made them both jump unexpectedly. "Hey, Johnny, look!" he
"That red paint's all over Bear Claw Canyon, pal. I guess the rest of us oughta
start feeling real sorry for ya right about now."
"Very funny, Chet. Let me see that." And he
stepped over to where Chet was squinting
through the wet glazing of the largest semi translucent crimson
Johnny's ranch was right in the centermost heart of red spray paint. "Uh, Mike.. C-can|
this uh, predic--
prediction stuff of yours ever be wrong? " he said, swallowing around
a suddenly dry mouth.. "Cause
I got a whole head of my ranch horses running wild in the
foothills around my place and they're not
always the easiest ones to locate for weather
"Only if we see some rain in the
next two weeks." said Mike.
"Why don't I feel better hearing that?" Gage sighed, his voice quavering.
Chet wasn't beyond rubbing in salt. "Because you know how h*llish the fall devil
"I think I'll go back into the kitchen and join in on Cap's monster
sulking fit. Sounds
like a real good idea right about now.." whispered Johnny.
From: "Roxy Dee" <email@example.com>
Date: Thu May 12, 2005 7:51 pm
Subject: Down the Devil's Throat~~
As if to taunt his
words, the wind blowing outside began howling around
the station's garage and the air began to heat
palpably, making everybody
rub their arms thoughtfully and look up at the ceiling and the bay around
"Just like last year." Lopez whispered.."The devil winds started at sunset
"I hate being right about them coming early like this." said Stoker.
"Doesn't mean that we'll
get busy, fellas. Maybe a day or two
before we go at least, right Stoker? The brush's gotta dry out
Mike Stoker picked his shoulders up. "I don't know. I know
like these figures I'm seeing here." he said, smacking
the notes he had gathered into a black spiral
notepad."Not at all."
The tones went off.
"That was mighty wishful thinking, Chet. Too
bad it didn't work..." smiled
Roy as he and Johnny jogged to the squad for their overjackets and
##Station 51. Small aircraft out of control along the freeway. PD has positively
identified the plane as a cessna. Aviation Tower North reports three on board
as of the last pilot
contact at 1843 hours. 100 East Riviera Boulevard. Cross
street Grant. 100 East Riviera Boulevard.
Cross street Grant. Timeout : 1848.##
Cap literally ran out of the kitchen. "Thanks for trying
with the coffee, Roy.
It was nice while it lasted."
"Anytime, Cap." waved Roy from the driver's
seat of the squad.
"Let's get the show on the road." sighed Hank and he ran over to the radio
mic by the wall map to acknowledge their response. "10-4. Station 51,
hastily rolled up his side window as Roy took a left turn onto
the roadway after taking in a faceful
of dust. "Man! Not hard to see why
that plane's going down. Pwaghh!" and he spat grime out of his
into a rag he pulled from the wash kit on the floor. "We're gonna need
googles for this
one if the winds keep up this high. Notice how warm it's
getting? It's hotter now than it was when
the sun was up." he said with
"Yeah.. Temp's sure rising. If the pilot didn't
have a rich enough mix
and high enough rpm, it would explain why he's in trouble. I'm not gonna
mention the crosswinds.." he shouted, hauling the wheel sharply to
the right when the rescue squad
was soundly buffetted by a wind gust.
"Seems the beginning of the devils' season always brings down
two who weren't ready for it on its opening night."
"Does Cap count as one of them?"
"Don't hold your breath. You saw how he rocketted out of the kitchen.
sure he had enough coffee to get him outta the blues long enough
so he'd be ready for the first santa
anas call. Glad it's not a fire."
"Yeah, but people are sure gonna get hurt from this." Johnny
"They always get hurt, Johnny. And they don't usually need the wind to do
"I know. It's just, ...this year feels different somehow. I can't quite put my finger
it." said Johnny over the wail of the sirens.
"That's just Stoker's voodoo working on ya. Don't
let it get your goat. In all my
thirty five years of living, I've never seen any number figure stand
the test of time.
And that includes brush burn factors like his."
"You really mean that?"
"Yeah, I do." Roy insisted, slightly worried about the eagering fishing
for reassurance that
he had heard in his partner's last question. He
almost stopped looking at the road.
minutes later, they were there.
"Oh, my word..." blurted out Cap as the squad and engine rolled
The plane was down. Sort of. It was upside down and seemingly
completely stationary in
the darkness, about forty feet above the road.
Chet squinted and pushed his helmet up a little higher onto his head.|
"Hey, Cap. I think that plane's
hung itself up on a high power wire."
"Looks like it." said Hank. He picked up the radio mic.
"Engine 51, L.A.
We're visual contact with the distressed plane. It has crashed and is
on the high tension power wires over the roadway. Respond Light
Truck Seventeen and a full ladder
assignment along with Foam Truck 127.
Have the utilities cut power along the wire span between,..."
a powerful side spot onto a plaque at the base of each of the tower poles
the swaying plane..."..substations 117A and 118B.."
##10-4, Engine 51. Will notify when the power
has been cut.##
Johnny and Roy got out of the truck. For a moment, Gage thought that Roy
forgotten to turn off the sirens on the squad but then he realized it
was the screaming winds causing
all the noise roaring by his ears.
He flipped up the collar on his turnout to block it out. "Cap?!"
Hank turned from his scrutiny of the situation from where he stood on
the seat cushion of the
engine while hanging onto its roof. He immediately
issued their orders. "Full rappelling gear! But
wait on climbing any
ladder up a pole until the electric company shuts off all that juice!"
got it.." said Roy, turning on his spotlight, too until it aimed up
at the plane's white and yellow
roof. He could see no limbs or clothes
or any sign of the plane's passengers or pilot through the
Hank turned the spot to focus on where the plane was entangled.
"It's caught by the
landing gear! We gotta move fast. If it twists in
the wind too much it'll..."
Just then there
came a sharp rending sound of tearing steel
cabling and stressed bolts giving way.
standing by the Ward ducked in alarm as the plane
fell from where it was and flipped over in the
wind, landing on its
belly onto the roadway the police had cleared.
Johnny began to run forward but Cap stopped him. "Hold it! Hold it!|
Don't go barging in there without
a fanning water cover! There's bound
to be aviation fuel all over the place. And that fused nose
prop's still hot
enough to catch it with a spark in this wind! Stoker, Lopez, get out two inch
a halves on the double!"
It was only a minute later when all was set. Cap got on the loud speaker.
"To the pilot and passengers. This is the fire department. Stay inside the
plane and keep the doors
shut. We're coming in to get you.
If you heard me and can respond, wave out a window!"
came no movement at all. And it was impossible to hear any
shouting over the wind.
Johnny worked even faster to lay out their medical gear
and plane skin cracking equipment. And Cap
helped, even as he
continued to update L.A. on what just happened.
"Cap!! We got trouble!"
shouted Marco suddenly. "It's the wind!
It's flipping the plane!"
"The wind is doing what?!"
hollered Cap, running around the front
of the engine.
The plane once again began to move, pushed
by a powerful, almost
angry, night santa ana wind gust.
"Watch it close!! Marco, Kelly!" hollered
Cap. "Follow! Follow it !! Keep the engine
and fuselage under your hose wash!! If there's even so
much as a spark under
there, this whole roadway'll go up! Aw, gahhhhH! Roy, Johnny. Help me tie
thing off before it lifts up on us!"
Chet and Marco smothered the places where the plane
was dragging along
the pavement with hastily coordinated gushes of water. They barely pushed
the spreading fuel puddle that the wind was blowing a few feet ahead of it.
Hurrying, Cap, Johnny
and Roy flung two sets of lassoed ropes over the tail
section in a V. Each paramedic tied a rope
to a telephone pole until the
plane finally was jerked to a shuddering halt. Cap followed up by knotting
a double strength rope over an intact wing. Quickly, under a protective
water spray, he secured
it to the engine's bumper. "Mike, back her on up! I
want all of these anchor lines tight enough to
keep the plane perfectly still
until Foam 127 gets here!"
Grunting, working hard, Gage, DeSoto,
Stanley and Stoker, finally managed it.
Like a calf pinned between a pair of header and footer
rodeo horsemen, the fallen
cessna locked into immobility between the two power poles and the idling
Then Cap gasped, leaning on his knees. "Gage, DeSoto. Get our reel line
on it, too!
I want this asphalt washed down as good as you can get it! Under
no circumstances are you to go near
the plane until she's buried to the roof
in foam. Is that understood?!"
The two paramedics
The wind suddenly rose so strong, that Chet and Marco had to aim the hose
on the ground in the darkness.
Cap returned to the loud speaker and began hailing the injured
a second time, warning them to stay inside the plane's cabin.
It seemed an eternity
until Truck 127 got there.
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Sent : Sunday, May 15, 2005 10:26 PM
Subject : The Broken End
Hank got on the loud
speaker the moment 127's sirens were flipped
off. "Truck 127. We've got people still in the plane
and leaking fuel
is moving downwind towards traffic! Lay your foam from the southwest
plane's already been heavily secured with ropes." he
shouted over the howl of the dusty wind.
Angrily, he reached into the Ward and put on his brush goggles
so that he could see everything without
his eyes stinging from the
blowing grit flying through the air. He whistled, until the rest of his
men did the same thing.
Soon, the cloth tunnel from two foam units were liberally coating
dark roadway and pillowing a blanket of soupy white foam
in a thick layer around the airplane.
Captain Stanley waved Johnny and Roy ahead with their gear.
"Gage! DeSoto! Watch yourselves in
there! We'll have three stokes
ready before you radio out to Rampart. Stay on your HTs continuously!"
"Right, Cap.." said Gage.
The plane's fall accomplished what the tools would've done. The
door had been forced ajar from the force of impact with the ground. Johnny
waded into the
chest high fire suppressant foam and pulled it open. He
scooped the flowing foam away from the plane's
cabin to see the face
of a man lying slumped over the pilot's controls. He quickly
a glove to feel for a carotid without moving him. Roy began to work
on crowbar popping the passengers'
wing door inside the river of foam.
He began to be grateful for the googles when the wind began
to pile up
the stuff up higher than his head. Roy jammed his back into the door space
body of the plane and the door itself
to keep it out as he shouted to his partner. "How is he? I
got two female
victims. One in her forties, the other a teenager. Both appear to be
Johnny shoved his goggles up onto his forehead as he pulled out his|
penlight to examine the pilot's
eyes. "He's a code F. Pupils are blown
both sides with no pulses discernable at all." he said pulling
off his stethoscope.
A further check with his hands found a grossly fractured spine through his
just above the man's chest level even though he couldn't see the white
splintering of bone. "An open
fracture of his back is above T3. He's gone."
"Both of the passengers are still alive. Come in
through my way, Johnny.
The door on the other side's been crushed like a tin can. I'm afraid we
have the time to take to cut through it. The mother's in Cheynes Stokes
pattern with heavy cyanosis
and the girl's in deep shock. The daughter's
got a bad pelvis injury. Her left leg's grossly turned."
Roy reported as
he crouched over the older woman to aid her respirations.
Johnny slid on his
goggles again and waded by touch through the flowing foam
until his gloves hit the back of Roy's canvas
turnout jacket. His terse report
out sounded muffled in the deep stuff and the wind's screaming was
mercifully, bubble filtered. "Cap! We've two female survivors. We'll need the
an ambu run in now! Get the mast suit laid out second."
##10-4, Squad 51. Chet and Marco are on
their way in now.## came
Cap's speakered voice next to his ear.
Roy looked up after giving
a first mouth to nose breath to the mother through
his jaw thrust hold. "Johnny, she's good and clear.
Is the bag coming?"
"Yeah. It's thirty seconds away along with the O2.."
Kelly's voice. Abruptly, the wind's shriek returned
when the stocky fireman burst through the wall
of fire foam with the
tank and breathing apparatus.
"Over here. Hand it over. Got a short airway
with ya, too?" Gage asked.
"Yeah, two are taped to the mask! I hope they're the right size.. I
about two females."
"Yep. These are fine. Roy!" said Gage, passing off the bag valve
mask even as he strung it to the upright oxygen tank.
DeSoto tore off one of the taped oral airways
and finger scissored it into place
deftly into the mother's mouth. He began hyperventilating the
with the bag while Kelly secured cervical collars on both the passengers.
down at the teenager's slack face. "How she doing breathing
wise? Does she need help, too?"
shook his head. "She's fair. Get an oxygen mask on her. I'm gonna
look for more bleeding past this
femur and hip fracture." he told Chet after
he got the girl airway secured using the second one Chet
had brought. Johnny
split the clothes off the slight teenager and found a rigid distended abdomen
when the jeans fell away. "Guarding, Roy. All quadrants."
"She gets out first..." DeSoto said.
"I'm on it. I'll get the guys in here with her spine board..." said Kelly
and he disappeared.
Right then, the foam cocooned around the plane lit up with a soft
white light as the Light Truck
got her lamp tower turned on.
Roy sighed when the mother's new skin color glowed under it with
healthier sheen of pink. "That's better. Always good to see what
who you're working on. Johnny,
the mother's pupils are equal and
"Good deal..She wasn't dyspneic too long. Maybe
was just knocked out of her when the plane fell off the wires."
"There's more going on here than just that. She's got a depressed
skull fracture, over her left temple.
I've got Battle's sign, too."
Roy said, bagging the mother carefully. "Hey!" he shouted out of
plane. "I need a ventilator in here ASAP!"
A goggled man from truck 127 wormed his way into the
plane. "Got her.."
he said, taking over breathing for the woman using the ambu bag.
foam's well down. All your fire danger's over."
"Thanks.." Johnny said, getting a blood pressure
reading on the
young teen. "You guys work fast."
"I don't like being slow at airplane calls.
They like to blow up far too
often for my taste." said the fireman. "Is this rate good?" he asked
"Yeah, a little fast like that's a good thing. It should slow her cerebral
a bit." said the foam dotted paramedic as he ran hands over the
mother to find out her other injuries.
"Watch for vomiting. She may do
some with that head injury."
"I'm all eyes."
Gage, DeSoto, Kelly and Lopez had the two women out of the
plane on longboards and stokes with the
daughter's blanketed additionally
with mast trousers. "Cap, we're gonna need the traction splint for
This femur's causing complications. Her left foot pulse's absent!" Roy shouted
bunch of firefighters assigned to the plane moved the passengers
out of the roadway and away from
Gage looked up sharply at that even as he radioed out to Rampart.|
Hank jogged over with the Hare
a minute later, still wearing his googles.
"How about for the mother?"
"Just a suction set
up..." DeSoto said.
"In seconds, pal." said Cap as he watched Kelly and Marco scramble to lay
the victims gently down by the sheltering side of the rescue squad out
of the hot santa ana winds.
The glare from the generator lamps on the Light
Truck cast surreal shadows on the badly hurt mother
and daughter. It
made all their blood reddened wounds wash into pallid shades of purple
Roy glanced up at Marco. "Help me stop this leg bleeding. This is from
an arterial cut so don't
worry about hurting her any. The fracture's not
open. I'm going to go get a set of vitals on the mother.."
"No. Use direct pressure. That foot's circulation's been compromised enough.|
Also that sagging femur's
hidden the femoral artery you'd need. If she's still
bleeding real bad after we get the Hare traction
on, ignore what I said and
switch over to that groin point until it works. You'll have the bone shaft
to push on then."
Lopez nodded his goggled face, tight with concentration.
shouted his hail once again to get his voice louder than the wind.
"Rampart this is Squad 51. How
do you read?"
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