Still laughing at the idea of this unlikely pair, the three friends|
finished their breakfast. After
paying their bill they headed out
to their cars. About to go their separate ways, they noticed the
white land rover that pulled into the parking lot. It parked and
they saw Johnny get out. Johnny approached
them with a grin.
"Hey Docs, Dix! You are just who we wanted to see." Johnny said.
Joe asked Johnny. "I don't see anyone with you."
Johnny grinned and pointed. Unnoticed, Craig
Brice had come in from
the other direction.
"Dr. Brackett, Dr. Early, Miss McCall." Craig greeted
The Rampart staff, surprised, greeted him.
"You are right, John. They would be the
perfect people to help us
pull off this joke. I know all three of you are planning on
the upcoming fireman's fall harvest." Craig said referring
to the upcoming fund raiser, "A Safe Alternative
planned for October 31st.
Shocked, the trio could only reply.
From: "patti *mimic* " <email@example.com>
Date: Sun Sep 25, 2005 6:09 pm
Subject: The Final Baiting..
Inwardly, Dixie tried
not to gawk when she heard Craig Brice
of all people, refer to Johnny Gage by his first name. But
outwardly, she smiled, really big. "Johnny, just what the heck
are you and Craig up to now?" she asked
first, being the
most eager to get social fast enough to satisfy a deepening,
Joe Early blinked, and nudged Dixie, leaning into
her ear so she would be the only one who heard
He disguised his comment as a hug and a cheek smooch
for her paying his part of the diner
bill. "I can't believe you
mentioned the two of them inside the same sentence." he
Dixie elbowed him subtly back to hush up.
Oblivious, Gage went on eagerly. "Oh, nothing much.
just gonna finish what we both started two years ago."
Brackett, fairly familiar with
most of the firehouse pranks
that usually occurred associated by station number, took
a crack at
it. "Would this have anything to do with the
publicity grudge you pretended to have whenever Brice
was mentioned in the newspapers?"
Dixie and Joe Early had to scrape their jaws off
of the pavement
when they heard that comment escape Kel's
Craig Brice pushed his glasses up onto his
nose. "It sure
does, doctor.." looking pleased but a little self conscious
at the same time. He
seemed to Dixie a little like Roy just
"Yeah.." bubbled Johnny. "You see,... the guys
think that I
still hate him on a professional level. I know that because
Cap asked me that very
question indirectly on my last
departmental review, about whether or not I still harbored some
will and jealousy towards Brice, during my formal/informal
"The way Mr. Gage
behaved concerning me, was pure bunk." Brice
smirked in a tiny grin. "Uh, no pun intended, Johnny."
"None taken.." Johnny rocked back on his heels in a mutual
self congratulatory stance.
Rampart three just stared in incomprehension at the firehouse
Johnny explained. "We're
trying to make the others think that we're
both laid up in a minor fashion somehow physically and
been using the bunkroom as the setting, doc, to bait the guys." Gage
told Brackett, who
was starting to grin as he learned of just the
smallest twist of shamming currently developing at
Kel's eyes twinkled, as Joe and Dixie finally understood the ramifications.
finger began pointing. "Oh, so I see. You acted irritated about anything
to do with Brice here two
years ago, just to set up a larger bait of a broken
wing act with both of you, tricking them, now."
"You're on the right track, doc. Only it doesn't stop there." Johnny
"We need to take things up to a new level now that the guys
are teetering off balance. We need to
cap it all with the final blow. And
that's why we stopped to visit when we saw the three of ya. To
get ya to
deliver the coup de grace on this third phase of ours. The broken wing bunk
is just to throw the rest of the gang off of our true intentions.
We're starting to be the lures to
lead the hounds off the fox trail."
Dixie started to frown. "Oh, boy. Do I even want to learn
what you two
are cooking up now?"
"Yes." chorused Joe and Kel at the same time.
The two doctors looked at each other and started chuckling.
"All right, so here's what we want you to do. But it's important to|
spring this during the parade
REHEARSAL for that fund raiser of
yours Dixie... That event, uh,..".A Safer..." Gage began.
For Kids"..that I planned on the 31st." Dixie continued.
"All right, I'll bite. What do you want us
to do? And I'll go through with this
as long as nobody gets hurt or embarrassed too badly."
they won't, Miss McCall." said Craig. "Their uniforms won't even get
Gage and Brice fell
into a paroxysm of laughter at the famous reference
to the Phantom water can legacy that had ensued
between Chet Kelly
and Johnny the year before and they nearly fell over themselves trying
"Here. You're gonna need this. Follow the instructions to the letter on
very day, ok?" Gage said when they had regained their ability
Kel eagerly snatched
the paper that Craig held out to the three
of them at Johnny's words.
Dixie's eyes got real
big and very fearful. "I don't want to read it.."
"That's ok, Joe and I will." Brackett shrugged.
" You can decide if you
want in after your gotta-know nose festers for a while. Come on, Joe. Let's
read this and go over it before the three of us have to go back for our
overtime at the hospital."
and the two of them headed back to the side of
the parking lot where their two cars waited.
Dixie's mouth flopped open and her hands took positions on either side of
her hips. But just as quickly,
her eyes lit up. "Is it a good one?"
"The best..." Gage winked at her. But it was genuine, without
hint of deception.
And that, finally convinced her.
"Ok,.. I'm gonna go catch
up to Joe and Kel. But what, uh, what ARE
you guys doing here this time of the morning? Besides,
getting us involved
in your latest practical joke war. I thought you both had a 48/96 going on."
Brice pushed his glasses up onto his face a little higher. "We are
working a two days on/four days
off rotation. Uh, hospital
staff, especially upper level medical staff, might be able to afford the
prices in there...." he said, pointing to the posh diner Kel, Dixie and Joe
had just breakfasted inside
of. "...but us poor firemen, are after the true
cuisine.." he winked amicably. His other hand pointed
to the far end of
the lot. At Davey's Diner, the tiny run down one, located on the corner.
made a face. "You're going to eat chili dogs? Now?"
"We were busy last night.." Johnny shrugged.
"We need comfort food.
And Brice tells me that Marco and Cap probably need it more than the rest
Nurse McCall's expression softened in sorrow. "Bad call yesterday?"
she asked remembering
the child that Joe Early had spoken of.
"Not about him." Gage said, studying the ground, suddenly
serious. "It was
about a man we couldn't help at the same scene. Craig says the loss's
lumps out of Marco and Captain Stanley in a ...how exactly
did you put it?...in a detrimental way."
"Yes, that is the description I utilized." Craig agreed.
"...so we're doing the friends first
thing by offering food and being
there without prying, until they decide to dump onto us what they're
feeling." Johnny smiled, wanly uncertain.
Dixie rocked forward on her nursing shoes and kissed
him full on
the cheek. "That's so .." her eyes watered. "...sweet, you guys.
Let me know how they're
"We will.." Brice promised.
A brash car honk caught all of their attentions.
"Oh! Kel's leaving. I've got to go. We came together..."
"So are you?" Johnny
pressed, with a cat eating grin.
Dixie smacked him with her purse as she pulled out her head scarf.|
"If you must know..." she started
to grin. But then her head didn't
move in an up or down nod, or with a shake in the negative, about
romantic relationship, in the slightest.
She simply, walked off, with quiet dignity, tying
the scarf around her
Gage blustered. "Oh, come on, Dixie. That's not fair..!"
he hollered after
her. "We tell ya the nitty gritty about all our relationships... Just look
what you found out about Craig and me today with this joking thing!"
But the nurse only slid into
Brackett's convertible and waved jauntily
as the three of them departed in their two cars.
From : Cory Anda <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent : Tuesday, September 27, 2005 4:55 AM
: Pomp and Circumstance..
Johnny Gage was still smiling when he and Craig Brice
back into his land rover for their trip back to
the station. "Don't spill those, Craig, or we'll have
spent our four dollars for nothing."
"I can honestly say that I've never wasted anything
for a humanitarian cause." Craig sniffed ruefully,
sitting ramrod straight in his seat with the cardboard
carton holding the seven chili dogs in his lap.
"I believe you. But usually things that ya
want really bad
to happen, have a tendency to blow up into your face, Craig.
And I'm one of the
most well known people around, department
wide, to suffer frequently from that effect. Let's not tempt
all right?"Johnny wasn't convinced that his newly retuned old
shocks would be merciful or
not so he reached over and
belted Brice in so the paramedic didn't have to let go of any
food he was cradling. "Let me fasten this for ya. Hold still.
Ok, got it."
"Are you talking about the jinx gene?" Craig asked seriously.|
"Jinx g--? Oh, you mean my klutz
gene, the one that usually fires
up and causes me to get sick or hurt all the time whether I want
it to, or not?" Johnny said, starting up his ignition.
"You know that is a complete fallacy."
Brice said no nonsense.
"Anyone can make bad things happen for themselves just by
it too much..." he said checking out the intersection
ahead of them. "Road's clear my side. Go ahead
and blow through
this yellow light, our food's already dropped by about ten degrees
Johnny stepped on the gas instantly, causing both of them to
flatten against the
back window of the rover.
Brice blinked, glancing over at his latest, shared, paramedic partner.
"That exact mind set used to trip me up all the time until I decided that the
effect wasn't going
to rule me anymore." he said. "For the first two years
I was with the fire department, I was... exactly...
like you for wracking up
a lot of injured days."
"Really?" Gage gaped. He found that he had
a hard time concentrating
on driving. "Well, h- how did you manage to get over it? I've been wracking
brains for about six years trying to figure out how to get sheer bad
luck to leave me alone
for a little while."
"I just let myself think.. 'It won't happen, because I won't allow it.'
And it never does. Every time." Brice said with firm conviction.
Gage just slumped in his driver's
seat with a defeated sigh. "Easier
said than done. Guess I've never had the will power strong enough
to psych myself outta thinking anything. I always seem ta get caught
up in an idea and then I get
completely lost, obsessing about it."
"Yeah, I noticed.." said Brice candidly. "I think that's
part of the reason
why we get along so well."
Gage didn't know what to think about that particular
Brice comment from the peanut gallery. But then he offered
a nut of his own. "Nah, I think we
get along so well because
I never know what's gonna pop outta your mouth until you say it, Craig.
....So,.. are we gonna eat without nosing into Cap and Marco's emotional
business to give them some
space to think about it some more?"
"Yes, I think that would be the least problematic for now."
"I concur." Johnny said deadpan. Then he shook his head. "Geesh,
I'm even beginning to sound like
you, ...partner." he grinned in a tease.
"That's not a bad thing, John. The more we think alike,
we'll function together as a paramedic team." admitted Craig.
"I see similarities between
you and DeSoto all the time."
"In what w--? Oh, never mind.
Ok, so it's breakfast,.. How about we
get to Rampart for all the daytime supplies we need afterwards?"
Johnny smirked, asking the question.
"Sounds like a good plan of action. That'll buy approximately....
one hour fifteen minutes of time where you won't suffer any bad luck."
Craig reiterated. "You chose a direction to go without wavering, Gage.
Your klutz gene will be
so busy being efficient for once, that it won't have
time to get you into trouble for at least that
"Oh." Johnny sighed, not getting the full benefit of free counseling. "Uhhh,
say so.." he said with incomprehension.
Craig Brice returned to smiling out the window mildly,
the aromas coming from the steaming cheese chili dogs in his lap.
the drive back to the station, in thoughtful silence.
hospital was busy for nine a.m.
Joe Early was making his rounds in Neurology, gathering the latest
test results for all of his non-emergency ward patients on the fifth floor.
Hounding the nurses
station, was a whole plethora of visitors, orderlies,
student nurses and x-ray techs all wanting a
piece of the floor's head nurse
Joe felt more than a little sympathy for Carol
Evans, Dixie's official second,
as he reached around the stretched phone cord between her and
countertop for his pile of lab results. "Sorry, Carol. I'll ...be right over
here, reading these.
I promise I'll put them back in exactly the same order
so I won't mess up your filing..."
barely afforded the silver haired doctor a glance. She was
concentrating very hard on the person speaking
to her on the phone
just then. "I know you just had your stomach surgery Monday.. But Mr.
you just can't eat anything your family brought to you. It'll only
cause serious complications..."
she told the man in room 602.
Carol pulled the phone away from her ear when the strong greek
accented man realized that a mere woman was trying to tell him what
Joe held out
his hand, to spare her a tirade, asking for the phone. He said
five words. "No, because I ordered
NPO." and he hung up the phone.
He nodded curtly to Ned, the orderly. "Go confiscate the take-out
room 602. And make sure you check all the women's handbags for
doctor." replied the orderly.
Carol finally found a brief pause in her work load as she finished
directions for one visitor, fielded another call from the lab, and handed
Dr. Morton the
chart he couldn't find in the piles sitting on her countertop.
"Oh, thanks, Dr. Early. He's been trying
to speed up his GI tract and recovery
all morning. Only he's too dull witted to understand how dangerous
it is to
eat before regaining peristalsis and bowel movements."
"I can understand his apparent
haste. I just saw the medical bill his
insurance company's getting." Joe chuckled.
crazy, doctor?..." Carol said in a side whisper. "What in
the world are medical insurance companies
"Dollar signs.." Joe sighed ruefully, drawing double Nixon fingers in
"Almost makes you wanna work for free just to spare the patients grief,
doesn't it?" she
"Well, almost.." Joe laughed.
A commotion from down the hall made both of them lift their heads in|
surprise. Someone screamed.
And then, shocking sounds of strange
sharp bangs that they couldn't immediately identify, ricchocheted
Dr. Morton and Dr. Early immediately went running down the south wing
the sound of the noises. Carol snatched up the red phone
from the wall and called for hospital security
stat to fifth floor Neurology.
Then, she too, went running down the hall with most of the orderlies
tied up with other patients.
She rounded a corner, skidding on her shoes, and saw Joe Early
crumpled on the floor, inside room 602, lying on his back beneath
a crash cart, with blood on his
Carol Evans let out a scream of her own. "Dr. Early!"
But then the room's swinging
door shut out the sight of him and
the angry woman standing over him with a bedpan.
rapidly, Mr. Stephan, complete with a walker, smashed into Carol
with enough force to knock the wind
out of her and drive her to the ground.
He brandished a small handgun in the air, causing instant
Then he disappeared into the ensuing, panicking crush of people
that he had caused.
Carol coughed, violently, trying to get her breath back. She pointed
to the wall as Dr. Morton
tried to help her to her feet. But her awareness
started fleeing from pain. Mike eased her back down
onto the floor
by his knees from where he was ducking behind an empty gurney
and he shouted. "I
got it.. Lie still if you're hurt." He jerked only high
enough into the air to pull the fire alarm
that would signal an instant
emergency evacuation for the entire floor.
The hospital operator's voice came overhead a second later. |
##Code Red. Code Red. Fifth floor. South
wing. Code Red. Code
Morton yelled at an orderly who had managed to scramble behind
the nurses' desk. "Call security and tell them we have an armed man
at large in the hospital shooting
up the place! A.S.A.P.!"
Then he turned back to Carol to get her true consciousness state
he tried to figure out exactly where the orderly was that Joe had
sent into Stephan's room.
"N-ned..d?" she mumbled. "Oh...n--"
"He's probably been shot.." Morton guessed
as he lifted
Evan's eyelids one at a time peering at her pupils
to check their reactions while he held her neck
"Shhh, Carol. Don't talk. Save your strength. We gotta wait
until fast help
gets here before we can do anything else."
Carol blacked out before she could tell Mike about
The tones went off, large and long in a multiple station run.
##Stations 99, 8, 24, Engine 2,
Engine 39, Engine 20, Battalion 1,
Battalion 14, Battalion 9, with Station 9, and Station 51. Unverified
fire alarm at Rampart General Hospital. 1000 West Carson Street.
Cross street 223rd Ave. 1000
West Carson. Cross street, 223rd
Ave. Security reports an evacuation has begun. No further
is available. Time out: 0912. ##
Cap didn't even swallow his last mouthful of chili dog. He spat
into the kitchen sink. "Whoo boy! Move it, move it. Brice! Grab
the triage pack and kits
from my office!" he snapped unnecessarily.
"I'll call us out."
Soon, Cap's booming voice filled
the apparatus bay. "Station 51,
10-4. KMG 365.."
The gang pulled the fastest mobilization
rollout that they had ever run.
From: Sam Iam <email@example.com>
Tue Sep 27, 2005 4:51 pm
Subject: Condition Dr. Black..
Dixie McCall's head snapped
up at the declaration of a
possible fire on the fifth floor of her hospital by the operator.
She got over an instant of heart pounding sheer denial but
then got busy right where she was at the
room desk, to start delegating priorities for the soon to
ensue evacuation of that
level. Dixie made sure a smile
stayed plastered on her face for those few waiting room
visitors who glanced up curiously at the
Code Red general announcement. ::Like that code stuff
fools anyone.:: she scoffed deep inside. ::They know
there's trouble somewhere. We're not fooling
Someday someone should decide on a new page code for
emergencies around here. These are
She told the operator to flash a condition orange voice
and wall beacon code at
all nurses stations displaying
patient call lights, to run things by the book. ::That way, our people
will take the assigned positions called for by our steady state
evacuation plans.:: she nodded
mentally. She no sooner had
that completed when she saw sharpish movement out of the
Kel Bracket burst out of the minor surgery treatment room
where he had been washing
up. "Dixie.. real or false alarm?!"
he asked the second he was within comfortable earshot. Brackett
kept glancing around offering smiles to non-staff passers by even
as he minced inwardly as the emergency
around him. It began subtly, with a greater frequency of stairwell
and closing along with the elevators'.
"I haven't heard yet from security or any staff member
that floor yet." she admitted, glancing self consciously at
the ivory phone still resting
quiescent in front of her. ::Odd.
Someone should have at least told us down here if
smelling smoke or seeing it out the patient
room windows.:: she thought.
"All right. Let's
assume worst case scenario. Dixie, get
all the free nurses and orderlies stationed at all the stairwells
until the fire department gets here to confirm that we're actually
on fire. I want extra gurneys and
wheelchairs surrounding the
elevators to hold those evacuating those wings so we can move
"Already done, Kel." McCall said. "A minute ago. I called
a condition orange just
"How many stations are coming for this?"
Dixie threw her head up at the always on
fire and police
scanner parked on a remote relay EKG monitor. "Five stations,
and three engine
companies along with three of their battalion
chiefs, probably to organize things on each flank of
"Quite a response for a possible false alarm." Kel frowned half,
"It was told differently this time. The fire dispatcher added that
was underway on the all call." Dixie blinked.
"Has Security called yet?" Kel wanted to know.
"No, strangely enough. I wonder what the trouble is.."
"I'm going up there. Hold the fort?"
"Kel...." McCall began, beginning to feel uneasy for some reason.
"Dix, I'm going to use the stairs,
don't worry. Besides, Joe
and Mike are up there and they might be able to tell me what's
on a little bit faster than security would if they're being
beleaguered by the public like they always
are at every
possible fire alarm."
"Keep in touch with me." Dixie said reluctantly, pointing to|
the red phone hanging on the wall by
the glass alcoved base
"Don't I always?" he grinned, as he disappeared up the nearest
stairway for the fifth floor.
Then Dixie moved to the waiting room to calm down the visitors
who had begun noticing the growing stream of gowned patients
and orderly pushed gurneys leaving the
freight elevator doors.
A scream from one of them attracted her attention. Her head whirled
she spotted a blood covered orderly falling out of a side stairwell.
She ran forward after yelling
at a nursing student to go get a doctor
It was Ned, the orderly. He was trying
to staunch a rapid flow of
blood from his lower abdomen with his arms and elbows where
he had fallen.
Dixie immediately pushed him over, grabbed a blanket
off a nearby unused gurney and began applying
pressure over the
wound using the floor and her hands as leverage. "Ned... Ned.. It's
happened to you?"
"A....cr-crazy man. He shot me!" Ned gasped quietly, mindful of
ear ironically even though he was in full gory view.
They were already gaping and horrified.
Consciousness was creeping away from him.
"Easy, Ned. Lie still. Let me control your bleeding..."
Dixie snapped at a nearby security guard, who was glued
to his shoulder radio. "Get over here
and take over!" she
told him. "Do what I'm doing. I have to notify the police about
Another fast thinking nursing student found a trauma pack and tore it open
and showed the security guard how to use it, freeing
up Dixie to do her new automatic designation
as head triage for the ER.
That had fallen onto her shoulders the moment Ned had tumbled into
Running for her desk, Dixie broke out a small triage case filled with
and colored strips of ribbon. ::Now's the test of this
new system of the fire department's.:: she
thought. She handed
out a red plastic arm strip and triage tag to the student nurse
who had stopped
to help, from the wired spooled bundle in the
bright orange box.
"Red tag him! Write down Ned's
name, vitals and time, and where his
wounds are located.." Dixie told the student. "Then get some
to help get him onto a gurney until a doctor gets here." she ordered.
"When he does, take
them all into Treatment Three. Stat! When you give
him full flow oxygen, use a portable tank in case
we have to evac
down here as well. And good job on getting out those trauma
dressings so fast.
He'll live following some surgery."
"Miss McCall." the nervous nursing student said, ducking her
with an almost non-existent smile as she rushed to carry out her orders.
Dixie rubbed the loose hair out of her eyes with an elbow while she|
wiped the blood off of her hands
on a clean surgical drape from the
neatly folded stack on a gurney near her desk that had been waiting
to get put away by supply. Then she voiced to all the public. "Leave or
stay. Your choice. Think
about your safety first! If you need immediate
medical attention, there are fire paramedics outside
to aid you!"
Almost everyone, left the hospital, in a hurry.
Soon, the ivory phone in
front of her rang.
Dixie snatched it up. "Dixie McCall. Emergency." she said quickly.
It's Morton! Four staff members and I are pinned behind the
fifth floor nurse's desk, under cover,
from a man and a woman, both
with handguns. The male assailant's a patient of all things from room
602 ! Tell the FD that there is no fire at all. Get some police support
for us A.S.A.P.!! It's
not safe! Let absolutely no one come up here.
I've been sending those patients and visitors that
I can still reach,
down only! So far, we've heard no more shots fired past the four
or five initial
ones a few minutes ago. ##
"Any more injured?" Dixie asked outwardly calm as she watched
and a doctor, who had come from the direction of the
cafeteria, as they knelt beside Ned to begin
his trauma care.
"A shot orderly just collapsed in the waiting room. It's Ned."
She was shoved against a wall by the jerk who
started this whole mess!##
Dixie's heart leaped
into her chest. "How is she?" the nurse asked
before she could stop herself.
##Stable! A moderate
concussion only. She's already starting to
wake up for me. Now go! Pass the word along!##
Kel's on his way up there! He doesn't know what's going on
##I'll try to intercept him.## and the phone clicked off line in her ear.|
Dixie picked up the
red phone on the wall to the hospital operator,
who had halted all non emergency pages in deference
to the conditions
red and orange in effect. "ER front desk. Notify the police of two armed
running rampant, last seen, on the fifth floor. Then notify the fire
department of the same thing.
Be sure to tell them that there's no active fire...."
Dixie held her breath. "That's right. Now all
page a situation Dr. Black on
all overheads." McCall didn't even pause at the gasp from the operator
who recognized the 'weapons wounding staff' emergency code. She hung
left her desk when the freight and regular elevator doors all started
opening in earnest, disgorging
its passengers who had fled the fifth floor.
The operator's falsely steady voice started paging
the unreal Dr. Black.
She sighed gratefully when security guards appeared and started manning
the stairwell doors and elevator lobby for any possible gunshot danger.
She held up two fingers
at them so they knew the number of suspects
and so they'd check through the window doors and as elevator
for their dangerous presence before letting any evacuating people leave
them. It went unspoken that if the gunpeople were spotted, to bar
their way into Emergency by any
means possible. ::They aren't police,
and aren't supposed to risk themselves for us, but I know they
regardless of their own safety.:: Dixie thought quietly as she tried not to
and those visitors and outpatients milling up to her asking
The evacuation continued.
heard an update from his station's battalion chief over
the line. ##Battalion One to all stations
responding to Rampart Hospital's incident. There is no fire.
Repeat: There is no
smoke. However, the fifth floor is the scene of an
ongoing seige and shooting. Deploy on standby
and assist the
evacuation process, using appropriate precautions. ##
Johnny, Roy and Craig
Brice immediately ducked their heads and moved
around the side of their squad facing away from the
hospital. They saw
their engine crew, do the same thing.
Captain Stanley motioned. "Move in.
Check it out." he told them. "Engine
crew, assist evacuees only. Gage, DeSoto, Brice.. go in and see
need paramedic assistance. Report what you find immediately as you
learn it, over HT and
keep your heads down!"
The three station 51 paramedics nodded.|
They used the trees and the skyway's underside and the side
of the building
as heavy cover away from the story windows to reach the ambulance
of Emergency, carrying only their triage tags, vests and
radios in with them.
In the distance,
they heard a new batch of sirens growing from the east,
from an ample police unit response to the
And then they were in the building.
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