From : Champagne Scott <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent : Sunday, March 20, 2005 5:48 PM
Subject : Boot the Dog's Sixth Sense
Truck 9. Possible suicide attempt. 18 West McGinty. Cross
street Lawrence. 18 West McGinty. Cross
street Lawrence. Police
on scene advise no lights or sirens. They specify a boy is involved.
1437.## said Sam Lanier quietly. There was a slight
hesitation in the L.A. dispatcher's usually calm
that showed uncharacteristic emotion or something else, that
all the humans simply
missed in their haste to gear up
and get belted in.
Before the echo of Sam's voice died away,
Boot suddenly whined, rising
to his feet. He began to bark deep authority filled woofs to hasten
gang into faster action like he did only for a located victim whenever he was
at a rescue
site. But this time, he was looking up the wall where the giant city
map frame hung, intently focused
on the speaker grill.
Mike Stoker gaped as he slipped into his overcoat. "Why is he
that?" he asked Chet and Cap and Marco piling into
the Ward around him. "Crazy mutt. There's nothing
not even a flying moth to go after."
Cap shrugged. "Boot's a veteran fire dog but
older. Maybe he's just in anticipation for us to hurry it up
a little. This is a
kid call and he's smart enough to know
what the word "boy" means without any encouragement
"Probably." said Mike, and then he was all concentration on
checking out the boulevard
through the opening door ahead
for approaching traffic.
Chet and Marco continued to stare
at the stiff legged, on-the-point barking Boot as the engine
pulled out after the
rushing squad. But then there
was no more time to wonder when an update from the police
came over the radio. ## Seven Mary Three, Station 51.
The child's guardian is on scene and accessible.##
"Engine 51, Seven Mary Three, 10-4." replied Captain Stanley as he
tightened the strap of
his helmet more firmly against
the rainy wind pushing through the engine's open window.
outer door rumbled shut, muting the busy traffic sounds,
and relative quiet returned to the station
Charlie the mechanic tried to pet Boot's back, but the shaggy,
tan and red dog shied
away from him quickly, only to resume his staring pose
and urgent barking fit. "Hey, boy. What's
the matter? You hungry?
Come on, I'll feed ya a can of Rival. Don't worry about the boys, they'll
back. Firemen return to the coop even faster than carrier pigeons
do, ol' fella. Just give
it em couple of hours for this one.
I'll just bet that kid's got himself up in a high place somewhere
while he's working through being a runaway or something. You
know how parents can get sometimes.
He's probably just scared
Boot ignored him and continued to stare and bark oddly
grill, until an unbidden stomach growl brought the juices flowing into his
mouth at the
word 'Rival'. He cut his barks off reluctantly.
"Huh." smiled Charlie. "Thought so. Your chow'll
be under the
payphones in a second. Then I'm gonna go read the sports pages.
Just let me wash
up a bit." mumbled the greasy palmed Charlie
as he ambled towards the kitchen, whistling an aimless
Boot finally padded after the blue shirted grizzle haired mechanic. He
last whine of concern to the rain gray light in the air as it
dimmed in the garage.
From : patti keiper <email@example.com>
Sent : Monday, March 21, 2005 10:49 AM
Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] Miracle from the Sky..
Hank radioed Squad 51 when they were a half mile
away from the high rise ivory brick office
where their incident was taking place, to begin
dark and silence mode. The complex was
in the clover leaf of the busy expressway and already,
cars were honking and slowing down
to gawk at
the sight of the crowd milling about and pointing upwards
towards a floor much higher
than the speedway ramp.
"DeSoto, Gage. Pull up out of sight in the park on the east
side of the
building. Take off your helmets when you go meet
with PD. We don't know yet if this young man gets
at seeing uniforms or not. Err to the side of caution.
E 51'll station down the block
with Ladder 9 until
you give the word."
##10-4, Cap.## replied Johnny using the radio mike
from the dashboard. The falling rain was easing into
a fine chilly mist that muted details of the
of the building.
A new transmission cut in. ## Station 51, this is Seven Mary Four
from the sixth floor. I'm moving the mother in close enough
on the boy's level to begin a talk using
a megaphone. We can
only see him through a plate glass window that extends out the
of this room. Suite 615. He's located in a
recessed corner under the horizontal flag pole on the
Stay your personnel until we get a good feel about this.##
Captain Stanley quickly
scooped up the engine's mic.
"Seven Mary Four, Engine 51. 10-4. Truck 9, hold your position
further notice but go ahead and enable the Eddison
to vertical on your side of the building. I want
to give that
boy an option of climbing down by himself if necessary
once my men are up there. Looks
like CHiP PD will give us
an order to move in."
## Truck 9, Engine 51. We copy that. You'll
have your access
route in five minutes.##
Cap nodded in satisfaction and waved over Kelly and
"Guys, go get belts and ropes. But keep under tree cover.
The fog layer between us and that
boy could thin to clear
at any time and we don't yet know how far the boy can
see from his perspective.
Lopez, hand me the binoculars
from the brush bag. I'm going around into the crowd to see
I can see."
Meanwhile, Roy and Johnny had shed their helmets and donned
non descript navy shirt jackets. They pushed their
way through the spectators to the front rotating
doors and hurried
inside.They wasted no time using their fire keys to take over one
of the public
elevators. They quickly established a patch to the
two CHiPs up with the mother. Speaker mode allowed
to overhear what the mother was saying while they rode up
to the sixth floor.
##Baby, daddy and I aren't mad at you. We just want you to come|
back home. Please, move away from
the edge, you're frightening
##Good!## came an angry shivering boy's voice full of rage.
##I'm sick and tired of all the doctors poking and prodding
me all the time. I'm sick of all the needles!
I'm sick of all the tests
that I know won't make me live longer. You said it yourself, ma. My
tumor's cancer and I read in my chart that it's
gonna kill me before Christmas. So why wait? I don't
terrible pains to come back again.## screamed the distraught boy.
## So, I'm gonna jump
before that happens..## he sobbed, almost
hoarse and shaking with cold under the falling light rain.
##Eric. You're scared. You can't possibly understand everything
that was written in there. I can't,
and I'm a librarian. But I know
enough. You won't feel anymore headaches. Doctor Early
he can operate and turn off those parts of your brain
that will try to do that when the tumor gets
big. Did you read
his notes about it? He said he'd perform a craniotomy with Doctor
The tone of the boy's voice through Roy and Johnny's HT as
the elevator rose agonizingly slow,
grew quieter. "Enough mom!
I want to die now and get it over with. I hate what's in my head.
eating me away bit by bit...*sob* I'm starting to feel like
I'm no longer me anymore." he whimpered,
the dripping brick outside and he started crying violently
with a bowed head bent
over his knees.
Eric's mother fell into a tortured silence and her muffled
crying was the
first thing the two paramedics heard in person
when they entered the suite office, cautiously avoiding
A CHiP named Frank Poncherello motioned them to a marble
pillar out of the boy's direct
range of sight. Roy and Johnny ducked
behind a desktop and scrambled over to the policeman's position.
Johnny asked him, whispering. "Is there a removable pane of glass
around here anywhere?"
shook his head as he guardly watched Kelly and Lopez
enter the room as stealthily as Gage and DeSoto
the rappelling gear. "Nah. He picked the CEO suite to fall apart
in on purpose. This is
his dad's office. He knew there wouldn't
be an easy way for potential rescuers to reach him from here."
Roy asked, "Where's Eric's dad now?" as he looked around
for another man in the room who wasn't
PD, trying to keep out of
A blonde CHiP name tagged Jon Baker replied. "In Houston.
out on an emergency flight for a trip this morning. Guess he forgot
to tell his wife and
son where he was headed to."
"Nice time to forget.." said Johnny. "Sound's like that kid has borderline
altered himself into a crisis at finding out the bad news just at a time
when he needs his dad most.
Brain cancer's a serious load." Then
he checked himself. "No offense, ma'am.." he addressed Eric's
"I'm Johnny Gage of the Los Angeles County Fire Department. My partner,
Roy DeSoto and
I, are paramedics."
"Oh no. Not paramedics... Eric will know you for who you are in seconds.|
He had a seizure two months
ago that began this awful nightmare and
two men like you came to treat him." her face twisted. "Please..
my son see you... I beg you..." she pleaded, nearly hysterical.
Roy hung onto her
shoulders.. "Shhh. Easy.. Keep your voice low
and try to calm down a bit. Your son needs you and the
four of us are here
to help you help Eric, too, ok? Please. Sit down right over here and get
thoughts worked out. We won't have to look at your son directly.
These two officers have already filled
us in on exactly where he is
and how he's positioned on the ledge. So far, he's hugging the wall because
of the high height out there."
Johnny nodded, adding further encouragement. "He won't jump, maam.
if we don't agitate him. Depressed children his age have a hard time
overcoming the survival
instinct left over from early childhood long enough to
actually kill themselves. I know it sounds
bad right now, but he's only asking for help
in the best way he can work it out right now.."
g*d.." the mother sobbed, her knees gave way and Roy and Johnny
gripped her arms long enough to guide
her down to sit on the cushions
of the office chair. "I can't take this right now. This is all surreal.."
Gage immediately bent on curbing her denial, before shock could set in
and cause her to topple
in a psychogenic faint. They needed the mother's
voice of reason. "Now, Mrs. Benoit..." he said, reading
the name plate sitting
on the desk next to them. "Quit snowballing the situation here. You gotta
together. Your son's wet, but he's not in any deadly danger. That ledge is
eight feet wide. It's not as narrow as you might think. My partner and I
are very familiar with the
buildings on this block. We use them for climbing
and rescue practice with other fire stations all
"You....do..?" she whispered.
"Yes. Here, drink this. Officer Poncherello got
some coffee for you. Take
a few sips and then we'll begin talking to your son again, all right?"
encouraged her. "He's scared but I know he'll listen carefully
to whatever you'll say next. Why wouldn't
he? You're the only mother he's
got.." Johnny smiled at her. He dabbed away the worst of her tears
a deftly snatched kleenix from a box near them. "And besides that, it's
freezing out there..."
said Johnny teasingly, chattering his teeth as an unfeigned
chill washed through him.
Benoit, briefly smiled bravely at the four men. "I'll hold out a blanket for
him.." she sniffed before
another wave of crying gripped her. Officer Jon Baker
slipped a second one for her around her shoulders
and refilled the coffee cup
that had splashed mostly empty, because her hands were trembling so strongly.
A crash from outside startled them all.
Jon Baker rushed to hug a wall and parted the rich
venetian blinds to peer outside.
Benoit remained frozen in a horrid fear. "It's ok.. That was only
Eric's still nestled behind the gargoyle, hanging onto its lower feet as tight as
he can. There's no way he's gonna let go. Roy, Johnny. I think that thunder
petrified him. He's
gripping the stone so hard, his fingernails are bleeding..."
"They are?" Gage said, rising up
from his crouch in quick discovery. He
dashed over to Baker and hugged the wall enough to see the
himself. "Roy.. looks like he's catatonic.. maybe even pre seizure stage."
get out there..." DeSoto qualmed.
Kelly burst into the room, keeping low. "No problem. The office
has a window washer's access pane and it's open. That's how Eric climbed
of his shoes is lying on the carpeting underneath it."
"Let's go..." Roy said. "Mr. Poncherello..."
DeSoto said, reading Frank's
nametag. "Stay with Mrs. Benoit. Stretch her out on the floor on her
if she passes out on you, ok. We'll have O2 up here in a jiffy.."
lifted his HT to his mouth as he and Johnny followed Kelly and
Marco to the open window and were belted
up. "Cap.. have someone
bring up all the medical gear. We just got our big break and we're taking
Jon Baker barked into his own radio link to the engine. "Captain. The|
ladder's a sure thing real
soon. Send it on up.."
Chet frowned. "Catatonia? How long will that last?"
"That depends on how far along Eric's tumor's progressed. Could
be for minutes... or for just a few
seconds. It's ok to hurry.." Roy replied
calmly, but impatiently.
Marco whipped his hands
away from the lifebelts now around
the two paramedics' waists. "Done.."
"Go, man. We already
got ya anchored!" Kelly turned to Jon Baker.
"Officer Baker? Come wrap Roy and Johnny's ropes around
Lopez and I will take the weight if they fall but you'll be great as
our secondary brake. Put
your belt gloves back on." he said, pulling
on his own fire ones.
Roy and Johnny both got confident
ready nods from the two engine
firemen so they inched their way out onto the concrete ledge that
one cornerstone pillar away from Eric's dripping perch.
Gage was the second one to step
outside. He was immediately soaked
to the skin from the driving rain but he never hesitated. Roy looked
through the access window. "Kelly! Is the boy's rope attached to a third
belt yet? We'll try
to get that around him first before we do anything else.."
"Yeah, anticipated ya!..." Chet shouted
back. "Here!" and his tan gloves
lifted out to Roy, a neatly coiled line and a life belt already cinched
down to a small, child sized diameter.
DeSoto peeked around the corner of the end column,
but Eric still hadn't
moved or blinked. Slowly, Roy pulled out his bandage scissors from his
holster and he crept one glove around the edge of the pillar
blindly, until he felt soft flesh, giving
way. He quickly withdrew them but
there was no reaction at all to his nudge. "Eric?" he whispered
over the mist.
There was no reply or any sound of voluntary movement that showed
the boy had even heard him.
"Is he zoned?" Gage whispered.
"Yeah..." Roy nodded.
The two paramedics flew into business, hollering for a pair of
rig stretchers over their HTs once
Eric's safety rope was
securely snubbed off.
The boy did not resist them and continued to stare
ahead, emotionally reacting to nothing. He stayed rigid necked
and limb stiff, the whole
way back through the office window on
It took only seven minutes for the four firemen to get both Mrs. Benoit
and the boy into the waiting
ambulance. Hank Stanley gave
the departing rig a couple of hand slaps to the back to send it
Roy on its way.
Hank turned to Johnny and the others, and said.....
From: "lafddispatcher" <lafddispatcher@y...>
Date: Mon Mar 21, 2005 11:01 am
Subject: Gift From Heaven...
"..I think we owe
the Big Man upstairs a whole lotta thanks,
"Heck, yeah..." said Gage. "I'll never
a rainy rescue day, ever again..."
From : Jeff Seltun <firstname.lastname@example.org>
: Sunday, March 27, 2005 3:19 PM
Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] In for a Mile..
Cap was dozing in the black vinyl rec room arm chair.
Just about everyone else, was either nodding
on the couch or onto their dinner plates while the
droning effect of the late afternoon rain
on the roof
of the vehicle bay, lulled them into sleeping
Only Charlie the
mechanic seemed invigorated by
the continuing dreary weather. He had both bay doors
wide open to
further dry the paint on the squad
from his repair job and he had Boot as a very eager
"What's the matter, boy? Are the guys too inanimate for you?
Heh. Firemen are
like that." Charlie told the shaggy dog.
Boot intently wagged his tail energetically from where
he sat with a screwdriver in his mouth. Every time the older
mechanic made eye contact, he wagged
"One minute, they're like you'd expect them. Running right
for you, doing the
work they're hired for. But then, after only a little
atmospheric effect from mother nature, they
slip into hibernation
mode and drop whereever they are. I know, fella, it's boring.
every firehouse I come to is like that when it starts
to rain." Charlie explained rubbing red paint
dotted fingers to scratch
an itch on his nose. "One of these days, I'm gonna make
a short call
to Headquarters, suggesting that an afternoon
communications check would be a good idea. Right around
mid shift. That way you mascots'll benefit and have firemen
to play with who're actually awake and
least part of the day." he chuckled.
Boot whined in agreement.
didn't I see some dog toys in the mop cupboard in a box
with your name on it?" Charlie addressed Boot.
Boot angled his head quizzically, still drooling around the
screwdriver he dutifully held in his
"Yeah, I know I did. Hang on a minute and I'll go get it out for
ya. Maybe it'll have
something in there for you to do besides
getting crumbs of companionship second hand from me. It's
like I can pet any part of you right now. I'm all gooey."
Charlie opened the wooden cupboard
on the squad side of
the garage with a carefully clean rag, and almost fell over the mechanic's
the same one that had injured Gage the night before. "Geesh! Doesn't
anybody use the wall cradle
I made for this thing that's in the closet?!
This is gonna kill somebody some day... Stupid firemen.."
Boot barked in concert, giving the offending apparatus a firm
bite as he helped
Charlie lift it up into where it ought to be.
Charlie reached down and pulled out Boot's toy box.
a few dusty rawhide bones, a tennis ball or two, an old CPR baby
full of bite marks
and some rope shreds, well frayed and chewed.
Charlie lifted out the obsolete training baby. "Is this
toy? So that's how they get you to go find people who're lost.
I've always wondered
how you do that."
But then, to the left of Boot's box, Charlie spotted one marked,
Kids'. Inside, there were a few interactive games. One
box, Boot instantly glommed onto, sniffing
eagerly and whining.
"Oh ho!.. So you're a dyed to the wool Twister fan. I think this one
belong in your box, Boot." he laughed. Charlie lifted out the
game, and blew the dust off its cover.
"Say, I got an idea.
If ya bark over this game loudly enough in the kitchen, I'll bet you'll
some signs of life outta those lazy lugs in a jiffy."
"Bark! " said Boot.
"Here, boy." he said, handing out the Twister
game's box. "I'll trade you. Now go get the blood moving
your buddies while I finish up out here.. And if they ask, it wasn't
my idea...." he whispered
to the station mutt, taking the Phillips
tool from between his teeth and substituting the Twister
Boot lifted his head high, counterbalancing the tangle limbs game
in his teeth and he
eagerly padded away into the kitchen at
a puppy like gallop.
SMACK!! went the game on the tile floor right in the middle of
the cluster of the snoozing gang.
All six of them jolted from their rainfall induced naps with satisfying
alacrity at the noise.
Boot barked, hastening their progress to wakefulness.
He set a paw on the Twister game pointedly.
Chet mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "Geez, Boot. If ya wanted
to play you could've got only
one of us awake, a little more gently
than.. hey.. what's this?"
Gage coughed, picking up his
head from the kitchen table. "Looks
like the board game we use when the school kids come here on tours."
"Really? I didn't even know we had this.." Chet said, pulling it away
and opening it up. "I remember this game. I used to worm
my way into victory against my sisters all
the time." he said, unrolling
the floor playing mat. "Smells like our old game used to, too. Like
"Bark!" Boot insisted, nosing the color spinner until it moved around
Captain Stanley blearily rose, messy haired, to the stove to pour
out six mugs of fortifying
coffee for all of them. "Sorry, Boot, there's
no tours scheduled today. It's Saturday, pal. Not a
kid in sight."
"Bark!" Boot yapped again, pulling on a corner of the game mat Chet
in his lap pointedly.
"Hey, Boot! Knock it off! You're gonna rip it.." Marco said.
would we be for the kids?"
"Bark!" Boot parked himself in the middle of the Twister mat and
a staring match at each of the gang's eyes in turn as they
looked at him in amusement.
scratched his stubbly chin. "I wonder where he found that?"
Roy snorted, "The same place he found
the dolly that KO'd Johnny
last night. The mop cupboard."
"Bark!" boomed Boot.
narrowed his eyes. "Hey guys, I think Boot's issuing a challenge
or two here. There was definitely
a note of insult embedded in that last
Gage scoffed. "Oh, come off it, Chet. You're
hearing things. Boot's the
nicest dog in the world. He wouldn't--"
"Bark! Bark! Woof!" Boot
said, looking right at Johnny.
Gage nearly spit out the mouthful of coffee he was swallowing
spun around, not believing what his ears were telling him. His
jaw dropped open.
"See?" Chet gestured at Boot. "That was pretty colorful language for
a dog, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yeah..." Gage said incredulously, wanting to doubt his ears, but
finding that he couldn't.
Captain Stanley grinned. "If he wants to play, then we'll play with him.|
Nobody's gonna get any sleep
around here with him making that
kind of racket."
"...and I don't think he'll
shut up until we play how he wants to play.."
Marco made a face. "Come on, Cap.
You've got to be kidding.. Us
"Why not?" shrugged Cap. "Consider it a modified
Come on. I'll join in, too. The faster we humor Boot, the faster we
can get back
to napping..." Hank said. "Get the drift?"
"Ok. Fine." Kelly said. "But let's liven up the pot
a little for the winner.
Let's say, the winner doesn't have to patrol the yard after Boot's bathroom
breaks for....an entire week."
"No, make it longer.." said Stoker.
"How about for an entire
month?" Roy suggested.
"You're on.." Kelly said.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute.. What's
in it for Boot?" Marco asked.
"This game was his idea..."
The gang fell quiet, their faces
falling out of their grins in a hard
moment of consideration.
"Bark!" Boot said, looking
at the silver SCU tones speaker grill on
"Oh,.. now that's worth playing for.."
Cap understood. "He wants to
play for a ride along. Ok, pal. I'm dealing you in..." he said to Boot,
picking up his paw and shaking it. "Let's play..."
Mike Stoker smiled. "If this works out, maybe
we can use Boot's game
to wager away chores for the future.."
"Don't tempt me.." Hank grinned.
"I'm beginning to warm to the idea.."
Gage frowned. "Awww, Cap. I'm still stiff and sore from
my fall. I can't do
this now.." he complained.
"Are you telling your captain that you're too
hurt to work today?"
Hank glowered. "I can always arrange that talk with the Chief about the
field trip you took in the garage last night.."
"Playing's fine, Cap..." Johnny said, shooting
out of his chair. "There's
always Tylenol available afterwards.."
"Thought so. Now, who's gonna
spin first?" Hank asked.
"Bark!" Boot said.
"Ok.. Boot's got it. Everybody on your border
marks. Watch for
it.." Captain Stanley ordered, kicking off his shoes.
Roy immediately gaped.
"Cap.. that's not fair."
"What's not fair..?" Hank asked, cracking a few joints as he
out the sleepy creaks from his bones.
"You. You're wearing white socks today..." Gage continued.
Cap's face immediately washed self conscious but just as
quickly, turned all captain. "I was...running
late today. I grabbed
the only clean pair handy. My wife was too busy getting
dinner on the table
last night to remember the laundry."
The rest of the gang frowned, unappeased.
The next time you guys forget black socks, I promise
not to yell. But I'll only excuse ONE time.."
The rest of the gang settled into serious competitive play poses,
Boot's nosed spin.
"Blue!" Chet shouted aloud.
Six socked feet shot out,.. and the game
Out in the garage, Charlie the mechanic smiled as he worked|
on polishing the squad's chrome around
the new fender he
had rebuilt. The noises of tusseling, wrestling firefighters mingled
sounds of Boot's happy barks. "Maybe I should go into business
as a pet psychologist as a side job.
I'm getting pretty good at it if I do
say so myself." he grinned broadly.
From : Cassidy Meyers <email@example.com> and
Patti Keiper < firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent : Tuesday, March 29, 2005 12:34 AM
Subject : The Fall of an Icon..
guys were hard at play when the Motorola Quicktones
for a medical rescue sounded from the station
control unit grille.
The guys froze in place as the first three notes filled the air.
sighed. "It's not us..." he said, from underneath Roy's waist
on the Twister board. He meant to win
and he tried to concentrate on
not falling onto his butt and into the same disqualified status
Marco and Johnny had already fallen onto. Boot was still
hopping gamely on his hind legs on the proper
by the spinner. ::It's astonishing that he knows how to play.:: thought
Cap as the
speakers played out the SCU's for the call that wasn't
gonna be theirs.
As soon as the familiar
voice came on, giving the address, Boot
startled in unexpected alarm and fell over onto his back
haste to rush underneath the speaker to begin the same barking
vigil that he had done
for 51's earlier child suicide call.
"You threw your game, you crazy mutt! Why'dja do that? You
were winning.." Chet moaned as he picked up the spinner and spun
out yet another color for the rest,
still arms and legs tangled
on the Twister game's playing mat. "Yellow!" he said.
to pet Boot's back with a free hand, but the dog
would have none of it, barking mightily up at the
again once he had dodged the Irish fireman's grope. Chet gave up
trying to calm Boot down
and said, "Hey, Cap. He's doing it
"Doing what?" Hank grunted from his very difficult
he was currently preserving while the others moved onto
yellow touches around him
with either fingers or toes, or
a chin, in Mike Stoker's case.
"Fussing over another rescue.."
"He is? Why? Did 18's draw a kid call like ours?" Gage asked.
"I don't know
yet. Sam's not done assigning it out.." Chet shrugged.
He paused with the game's spinner, as the run
filled out verbally.
##Squad 18, difficulty breathing. 1710 North Barren Street. 1710 North
Street. Cross street An-Annex Way. Time out : 18:10. *Spap.*##
Gage's eyes widened, "Was that
a sound skip?" the paramedic
wondered. "Hey, Cap. I think the rain's effecting the P.A. system."
"Never mind the P.A. system.. I'm worried about my muscular system!"
strained Cap. "Chet, start spinning
"Green!" Kelly gulped, giving the grille and the still vaguely whining Boot
or two as he complied.
The new switch did everybody in and the whole contorted firegang fell
in a balled heap, wiping out any hope of having a winner in the game.
Cap lay where he had fallen..
"Oww.. I may never move again.."
Roy, still leg trapped beneath his lanky captain, grinned. "You
have to if we get a run just like they d---"
The tones pealed out. This time, the three
notes spelled out their signal.
And then two more, a complete station call. Chet and Marco helped
others to their feet and all the firemen hastened into their shoes as they
rushed for the
Charlie was already holding out the squad's keys..
"Aren't you lucky I planned ahead
and used fast drying automobile paint.."
he said to Roy, handing the sweaty paramedic, his helmet
climbed into the open driver's door.
Roy smiled, "Looks beautiful..!" he said warmly.
"Isn't that right, Johnny?
You can't even tell where our hairy collision hit anymore." he teased.
"Don't you mean furry collision?" Charlie blinked.
Gage did his best trying to sink into
the passenger seat. "OOoo, Roy,
quit it. He'll figure it o--"
## Station 51. Unknown type rescue.
4100 Upton Lane. On the college
campus. 4100 Upton Lane. Cross--ss S-Street University Boulevard.
Time out : 18:13. *Spap.*
Hank answered using the radio mic from the Ward. "L.A., 10-4. Station
responding, KMG 365."
Johnny dug a finger into his ear after he put his helmet and belt
"Ugh..H." he shuddered. "Hey Charlie.. can you check out the station
radio feed lines? They
still sound like they're shorting out.."
Charlie grabbed a Boot who was once again growing wild, barking |
and jumping up the county wide wall
map in his haste and want
to climb upwards. "I'm a mechanic, not a gaffer!"
"Yeah? Well, all
right, all right.." shouted Gage over the sound of
the pouring rain out front and the start of the
sirens Roy had flicked on.
"How about getting inside Boot's head a little and finding out why
"He's probably mad because you're ditching the game I suggested
to him.." Charlie
grinned, jogging alongside the squad Roy was
Charlie chuckled. "Just go! I'll see what I can do.."
Station 51 roared out of the dry, lighted
vehicle bay and into
a driving full dusk rainstorm.
Charlie watched them disappear into traffic
and out of sight.
Thinking of Boot's current state, he slammed down the autoshut
button early and then he turned to deal with the things
Gage had mentioned. "Ok, there, fella. You
squirming because of
an ultra high squeal on the communications band? Maybe I oughta
go climb the
station's roof to go check it out.."
Gage squinted in the rain, fully aware that Roy and he were a visual
vanguard for the engine,
following closely behind. In his hands, he
had a road map. "SoCal campus.. Yep. This is it. 4100 is
administrative services, nor the library."
"It's gotta be a college house..." DeSoto decided,
turning on the wind
shield wipers to their maximum setting in an attempt to see through
and the deluge of the long duration summer rainstorm.
"Ok, turn left here.." indicated Johnny.
"This leads to Fraternity Row.
And that, bisects Upton."
Roy leaned on the hooter so a whoop
of siren split the air to get
people's attention. Following suit, the Ward blasted its air horn
Lights came up porches and one such porch suddenly disgorged a
young man who was
wet and dripping. What made him stand out
was that he immediately ran out towards Station 51 in the
without caring to stay dry.
"There!.. At Pi Kappa Alpha.." Gage pointed.
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