From: patti keiper (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Sun 12/01/13 1:05 AM
Subject: The Other Kind Of Hot..
Captain Stanley peered out his window
on the Ward and into the darkness. They moved
towards Staging as Mike Stoker turned off its sirens
to keep listening ability intact for
responders already on scene. Through the star burst of Fire
Boat 110's and a coast guard
cutter's search lights combing the area, he could see moderate smoke
rising off a recently
wrecked pier near a naval ship. A protruding tail of a crashed navy jet was
into the pier structure itself from a subterranean loading chamber underneath it.
little additional damage was visible.
"That other one's a fatality, Cap." his engineer reported,
aiming a spotlight at a
rainbow smear of oil and jet fuel spreading on the surface of the ocean at
the end of the pier.
Bits and pieces of a second plane, all smaller than suitcase size were getting
about in the waves while the Coast Guard sent in two divers in bright orange to investigate.
Noticeable was a crushed and bloody flight helmet, trailing communication wires among the
tumbling debris. There were no bubbles marring the stain's widening center visible
in the flashing
red lights of other fire vehicles pulling up quickly alongside them.
"No air left." Hank muttered.
"All right. Everybody out. Gear up with full scba and
torches. Then report to Accountability. No
doubt we'll be getting our assignment orders
from there. Mike, keep her running hot. Let's start
dragging out all our medical gear
and air bottles for whoever needs them in future."
nodded as he put the engine in park and turned off all lights except for proximity
jumped down to the ground and was jolted seconds later when Marco,
landing next to him, stumbled
out of balance."You okay, Marco?" he asked, steadying
the Mexican firefighter.
lost my balance for a second on a rock." he replied, bending over and picking
up what he had stepped
on with a gloved hand.
Chet Kelly joined them in a similar leap, pulling on his air bottle harness.
of the pier. Must have been one h*ll of a crash for that second fighter pilot."
Stanley sniffed the air. "I'm not smelling any fuel spilling over there. If the tanks
there should be at least something coming upwind."
"Nothing." reported Stoker as he read the glowing panel of a gas detector he had |
retrieved to backup
"Let's count our blessings, Cap." Lopez remarked, carefully placing the debris
back where he found it for future investigators. "Maybe that fire around the crash site's
just a pile of burning crates."
"Black smoke." Mike observed. "More than just wood. Probably organics."
Chet's stomach felt sick at the possibility of any casualties who didn't make it. "We'll find
to rescue." he spat, bolstering his resolve in the heat of the night that was stifling
because they were near the water. "Quit being such a downer, Stoker, you're
ruining my perfect night."
Hank moved a short distance away to prevent feedback squelch in all of their radios.
in a deep breath, he pulled up his HT antennae and hit his talk toggle. "L.A, Engine
51's on scene
## Engine 51. Arrival at 23:06 hours.## replied San Lanier at Headquarters.
At Rampart Hospital, Joe Early and Dixie McCall had left Annabelle Tanaka in the
care of psychologists
and the psychiatric doctors on the Psych floor. She was
no longer in medical danger.
she gets over it." said Dixie to Joe as they arrived at the E.R. main desk.
McCall immediately reached
over for the ever present coffee pot that was there, tucked
in behind the EKG receiving station. She
poured mugs for two and offered him one.
"I'd hate to think this is the start of a tragic trend for
someone so young."
"Hard to say." said Early. "She's in a tough spot. If her grandmother was for
sure her last
surviving family member, things are going to be difficult to cope with for a long time
"She's not that strong, Joe." Dixie said, fingering the rim of her coffee cup. "I got that
impression very clearly. She picked up that picture of herself and her grandmother, and
let it go, even during her lavage care."
Early pursed his lips as he eyed up the county radio
that was chattering above where Kel
Brackett was standing as he wrote down notes on the latest alert
from the fire department channels. "She was intelligent enough to know what
she did was
really stupid, fresh out of unconsciousness, Dix. Nobody I know who's ever been genuinely
suicidal feels that way so fast." he shared, taking a savored sip of his coffee. "She'll
of it, most likely, before she tries to harm herself again."
Dixie lofted her coffee mug. "To
Annabelle." she sighed.
Joe matched her uncharacteristic toast soberly.
"Save some for
the rest of us, guys. Looks like it's going to be a long night." grumbled Kel.
The dark haired doctor
turned down the county radio a notch and held up a brand new triage
organization slate. "Getting
hotter by the minute here. And I'm not talking about the weather."
Dixie asked. "I heard the administrators put us on Orange Alert over
"A pair of navy jets pier crashed fifteen minutes ago. There are complications."
"Two pilots.." Then he snapped his fingers in an idea. "Ground casualities?"
"Some, they think."
Dr. Brackett said. "But the fire department hasn't entered the hot zone yet
for some reason despite
there being an active fire."
"They haven't? I wonder why?" asked Dr. Early.
Not my job to worry about it." Kel replied, grabbing up his own mug for coffee.
Joe kept on rubbing
the many rings on his fingers as he considered the possibilities. He
ignored his hard won coffee.
Dixie just rolled her eyes and scoffed at him. "Don't waste energy by wondering. We're always
last ones to get any kind of straight answers from County. Drink up, or you'll regret it later."
"We're here." said Gage when he spotted a dim rosy glow filling the roadway. "It's to
Roy let himself be guided by newly dropped cherry flares to the place in Staging set aside
and ambulance units. "I don't see the Engine." he said. "It's too foggy with
all of this steam coming
off of the water."
"Doesn't matter. We can hear them." Johnny said, hefting up their radio mike.
"L.A., Squad 51
##Squad 51. Arrival at 23:11 hours. Chief McConnikee relays an order.
Report to R and R for
a pre-engagement assessment.##
"10-4, L.A.. Squad 51 copies R and R
order." Johnny replied, neating hanging the mic back
onto its spigot. "Something tells me that this'll
be the best thing going for us for days."
Roy deftly put the rescue truck in park and got out,
following Johnny towards the tent they
could see erected by a pumper truck filling a wading pool from
an open valve.
"We're not alone. Whatever told you that many hands won't make for a light load?"
"That did." Gage gestured to the sign-in table. "He's not smiling." Johnny said, pointing a
towards the Accountibility Officer seated there. "Last time that happened, we ended up
brush fire for forty eight hours straight."
"I remember. Let's hope you're wrong." DeSoto sighed.
The two paramedics took off their helmets and set them down onto the table, displaying
Then they both handed over one of two metal tags that were attached to
their turnout jackets next
to their small halligan tool. "Johnny Gage."
"Roy DeSoto." they announced.
The young, tense
faced lieutenant eyed up the green numbers on their helmet plates.
"Paramedics. Okay, thanks. That
makes eight so far all total. Go on inside. There's a doc
waiting to speak to you." said the curly
Johnny startled. "What about?"
"I'm not the one who can tell you. Next!"
said the fireman, gesturing for another team of arriving
paramedics to hurry up into the growing
"Okay, yeah. You predicted the big brush off accurately enough." said Roy to Johnny. DeSoto
off his gloves and shoved them into a pocket. Then he unbuttoned his coat as they left the front
the line. "Say, Johnny, are you giving away any of that paranoia? I think I'm getting in the mood."
They entered the tent full of recuperation gear and cots after stripping down to
their T shirts
and uniform pants.
Roy blinked in surprise. "Dr. Welby? What are you doing here?"|
Marcus eyed up his new arrivals.
"Doing my job, young man. I'm not just family practice. I'm
volunteering my time for a new state
run program I developed. Like it?" he said, gesturing around
the tent. "It's for unexpected environmental
emergencies." he said significantly.
It was only then Roy and Johnny noticed that there were more
things present around them
other than just ice chairs, water bottle cases, and blood pressure cuffs.
recognized a basket of pocket dosimeters and an isolation cubicle being hastily lined
paper off to one side by volunteers.
DeSoto's face fell from one of greeting to one
instantly sobered. "Oh, no. For that ship out there?"
"Yes." said the kindly balding doctor. "It's
got a nuclear reactor on board that's in sudden alarm mode."
"How bad?" Gage frowned, taking a
seat on a stool near a nurse who began taking his vital signs
they knew were necessary before deployment.
Roy took a second stool by Johnny for a similar exam,
just listening quietly with tight focus.
Another doctor nearby replied. It was Doctor Steven Kiley, Dr. Welby's business practice partner.
knows yet. They're checking it out from a distance with geiger counters. We've got
some time to kill."
Steve told them. "There are a few navy officers on the ship who are relaying to
the fire department
I.C. about what they have going on. Not much is known yet. But what we do
know is changing how we're
going to tackle this. None of it's pretty. Here, clip these to your shirt
pockets." said the tall,
dark eyed M.D, handing out a pair of chrome dosimeters. "About chest high.
Just in case."
angled his head. "Once we reaffirm that you're not already dehydrated or compromised by
all this heat
in some other way, you'll be joining the first-in team in the yellow zone. Are you
prepared to accept
the additional risks?"
Gage swallowed dryly. "I didn't sign on with the department with exceptions
Roy equally acknowledged that he had been informed to the letter of the law. "I
the nature of this current incident. I'm still a go." he said seriously, trying not to
think of his
wife and children.
The two nurses attending the paramedics both nodded at Dr.
Welby as they took off their
stethoscopes, signaling that they had found no problems on either firefighter.
"Sign here." a new, stocky, blond haired nurse said pleasantly, holding out a slate of signatures
already signed on a form that had a radiation symbol stamped in yellow and black at the top. It
was Nurse Consuelo Lopez. "It's a consent form. We've just cleared you for work."
From: patti keiper (email@example.com)
Wed 2/12/14 2:39 PM
Subject: Sizzle And Bake
Roy DeSoto and Johnny Gage left the staging medical
clinic tent wearing new
red metal tags hooked to their jacket fronts off of buckles.
I feel special?" Gage said, grasping his radiation assignment marker.
"Tell me again why we're doing
"Ask me tomorrow, Johnny. Maybe then I can come up with a real
good answer to that."
Roy replied, licking equally dry lips. He passed off
a couple of foiled wrapped water bottles to
his partner from a knapsack
that Dr. Kiley had given them to take with them.
the dark haired paramedic asked.
"Iodine solution. Potable, I hope." Roy sighed.
stuff never is." Gage made a face, but immediately started guzzling.
"I hope it works."
thyroid's going to be happy. Never fear." DeSoto quipped seriously
as he chugged down his own preventative
"Well, at least there's a good reason for my nausea now besides the heat."
"It's okay to be scared. I definitely am." Roy said truthfully, gripping his
shoulder in comfort and bonding.
Gage covered the grip with one of his own gratefully.
both stay sharp." Johnny promised under his breath as real fear began
to pour into his boots almost
faster than his sweat was already doing.
The two paramedics didn't anse on gearing up into full
scba. They soon
joined Engine 51 to face the assignment that Cap invariably had for them
from the I.C.
"Cap?" DeSoto shouted through his air mask as they left Squad 51 behind,
all of their medical gear.
Hank turned around wearing his own, steamed heavily from his breath.
out. The only unknown danger now is instability. There's no one on the pier. That
was from charred food from the hotdog stand the jet hit when it crashed.
A Coast Guard helicopter
spotter says that naval ship's hull has been torn
open towards the stern and that the plane is lying
half inside and half out of it
on the beach beneath the pier. Go in and see if the pilot's alive.
exactly ten minutes. Then bug back out here to the yellow zone for decontamination.
your handy talkies fail in the heat, use light signals with flashlights. Stoker's got
"Right, Cap." Gage said, abandoning their paramedic gear at his feet.
"Good luck, guys."
said Mike, clipping a torch and holster to each of their
air bottle harnesses. He followed up with
a pair of lifelines tied around
their waists. "It looks pretty smoky over there so feel your way in.
Tug if you lose
sight of where to go and we'll reel you back in to try another access point."
"What's the second one?"
"Through the water." Chet told him, motioning like a fish.
great." Gage said. "No wonder Fireboat 110's out there." he said,
eyeballing the crew anchored safely
upwind of the pier.
"Anything on the reader?" Roy asked Marco, who had out a USAR issued |
above background. Some might be leftovers from the brush
fire dust from last week." he mentioned hopefully,
turning up the crackle sound
on the monitor so they could hear it. He showed the face of it to Johnny
he knew Gage wanted to see it. The needle was jumping to three times normal
the wind gusted the fading smoke between them all and the trucks.
"So far so good." Johnny nodded
at Lopez. "Rig up our supplies into a stokes onto
our navigation line. We'll take it once we find
the pilot. Leave the biophone. It won't
work in this stuff." he said, waving a careless glove into
the air about the rising
cloud of radiation.
"We'll figure out what kind this is in a few minutes."
Cap promised. "We're
establishing a better connection with the sailors aboard that ship by phone.
meet up with you on the inside with all their information about it. Let us know."
nodded and together he and Johnny walked through the water curtain that
had been raised to keep the
yellow zone protected from any potential harsh
fallout from the rapidly dissipating smoke at the
Haze made it difficult to see. All Gage was aware of was the red glow from
sea of fire engines assigned to the incident and the soft give of the sooty
sand beneath his feet.
The slowly growing drag from his lifeline was increasing
around his waist as his rope became soaked
in seawater from the ocean rain
Fireboat 110 was providing for them from a water cannon as another
of protection from unleashed nuclear energy. He coughed, sucking in
another clean breath
of canned air as he leaned forward to compensate.
A large shadow loomed suddenly over his head
and made him stop in his tracks.
He grabbed for Roy's tank that was in front of him in the dim light
to stop him
as well. "We're here. Watch your head!" he shouted. "Something sounds loose!"
low creaking could just be heard over the sound of sirens and marine boats
responding to the rescue
to their left. They edged away from it to the right,
still fog blind, with their arms held out in
front of them, feeling for obstacles
that they knew were going to be there.
Roy's hands smacked
into a barnacle encrusted pier leg. "I got the first one.
Stay behind me." he said, pulling out his
flashlight to pierce the added darkness
that wooden pier debris had given the night. He aimed it above
"Everything's in one piece up there. Be careful, there's some magnesium in the
the waves haven't washed away yet."
Johnny looked down and saw writhing white sparks of effervescent,
chemical under the water that was swirling around his boot ankles. A strong
secondary to the ocean waves began to grow. "I sure hope that's cooling
metal I'm hearing and not
Roy nodded with exaggeration so he could be seen in the murk. "It is. That's
sound, not a breached pipe. We're at the ship. This way. I think I see something."
they passed through a yawning hole and into a cargo bay on the listing
seemed to stick to every pore while he slowly boiled inside of it. ::This
is H*ll. Worse than any
fire.:: he thought. ::Is that because I can't see what's reaching
out for us?:: Johnny imagined
the burn of radiation around the margins of his
snug air mask, swiping at it subconsciously.
fine. Quit figetting." DeSoto said. "We're shielded now. This is a sealed off
room. That's the first
thing the sailors would have done to keep out all of the water."
Johnny still shivered as he quickly
drew out his own flashlight as they waded out
of the shallow water and headed updeck towards the tail
of the jet they could
see outlined by the glowing night sky just ahead. Steam was still filling the
bay around the crumpled jet. "No wings left. But the fuselage's intact." Roy
reported. "There's hope
for the pilot." He dragged out his plastic wrapped HT.
"HT 51 to Engine 51. We're inside safely."
##10-4, HT 51. We'll keep an eye on the tide. It's just started to come in.##
said Hank. His voice
was tighter than usual, locked down into one hundred
percent all business.
to take comfort in it. "Noted. What's our time?"
##Six minutes, twenty two seconds gone. Exactly.
## Cap warned.
"Copy, three thirty eight to grab a victim status." DeSoto replied.
Johnny was already out in front, one glove following the curve of the jet's|
skin towards the cockpit.
"Canopy's still attached." he said with surprise.
"Head for the underside. There's a hatch there."
DeSoto said. "We might
be able to force it open and get in that way."
A loud bang made both
of them duck as the sharp noise echoed around
the tilted chamber. It repeated itself.
HTs crackled into life, with a transmission heavily static filled.
##Change of plans. Stay onboard
ship. Sailors are at your door! They will open
their hatch when you knock back!## came Hank's voice
Gage lifted his radio. "Understood. A rendevous. We're at the plane. Stand by!"
shouted, hastening his pace to Roy's side to help pry open the release lever
to the jet's underbelly
access port. They strained against the pneumatic handle
and then it gave way with a sucking sound
and the hatch fell open at their touch.
Immediately, cooler air cleared away ambient steam from
the extinguished fire.
Roy and Johnny immediately began shouting. "Hey! Can you hear me?"
Angeles County Fire Department!" as they hastened forward on hands and
There was no
reply from up ahead towards the cockpit. But then Roy saw
a running river of red on the floor between
their feet. "He's still up there."
They shoved their upper bodies carefully into the cockpit space.
Roy went for
the pilot's helmeted head that the man was still wearing with a high altitude
mask. Johnny went for the source of bleeding. "It's from his side.
Looks like a clean cut. Not arterial."
he said, applying direct pressure.
"Is he awake?"
Roy shook his head, keeping a glove on the
man's ribcage. "Not breathing
so hot here."
"Does that thing ventilate?" Gage asked about
the oxygen mask.
"It can." Roy replied, reaching around the pilot's face in a spine supportive
to reach the manual toggle on the front of its mouthpiece. He hit a button and
sent in a bigger
breath into the pilot's lungs, while holding the man's jaw forward
to get open a better airway.
Instant coughing rewarded his efforts in a flutter of bloody gloved hands |
that grappled with his
own. DeSoto leaned forward to the helmeted pilot's ear.
"Easy.. you're okay. Suck this in. You've
taken in too much old smoke. Don't
A strangled groan bubbled out. Their patient's
panicked struggling turned to
purposeful motions as the pilot fumbled with his sun visor and flipped
as he rode out a wild set of recovering gasps with Roy's aid. DeSoto was
surprised at the
quick return of the pilot's composure.
Roy startled as he aimed his flashlight into a sweaty face.
A familiar pair of round
spectacles in a tawny face greeted him. "Dr. Morton?!"
suited intern grabbed Roy's collar with both hands. "Freeze. Don't move.
The emergency canopy release
is right under your knees, boys. If that goes
off, it'll bounce off the ceiling and right back at
Gage locked into immobility. "Oh, sh*t. I forgot about that."
"So did I." mumbled
Roy, glancing down.
Morton reached out with a shaky glove and flipped the protective dome cage
over the emergency canopy release button. It clicked shut. "I didn't have time to
Johnny dropped his head over the wound he was tending and counted his
used those seconds to gag a bit and cough out left over phlegm. Then
he hugged his oyxgen mask to
his face like his life depended on it as he finally
felt his true air hunger.
"How are you
lungs doing?" DeSoto said, carefully studying Mike's sallow
"They feel like leather."
he croaked. "But they're both working."
"Then this isn't a pneumo." Johnny sighed in relief.
"What isn't? I'm injured?" Morton tried to crane a look down towards Johnny in
the tight space.
"Yeah, don't you feel it?" Gage asked.
Mike suddenly curled up in agony as his brain and nerves
finally made the
usual connection, as Morton came out of shock. "AAhhh..hh.. Is it penetrating?"
"I can't tell yet." Johnny replied. "You've lost about six hundred cc's of blood."
I'm hypoxic." he theorized.
"We have to get out of here, Dr. Morton." Roy said, keeping steadying
on the intern. "You've crashed onto a nuclear navy ship."
"No, no no no.. That's bad
in so many ways. D*mn. Let's move me out then." he
said, trying to get up. Pain immediately slammed
him back down into his flight
Roy pinned him still by the shoulders.
"Easy. Not so
fast. We haven't done a neural on you." DeSoto said, unfastening
the six way safety belt Morton was
wearing. "We're still okay. The radiation's
been negligible so far."
"How long have I been
in it?" Morton moaned, blinking away perspiration.
"About an hour. For us, about ten minutes."
Roy told him.
"What kind is it?"
"We don't know yet." Gage replied, stuffing anything he
found that could act as
a dressing against Morton's wound. "We'll know soon. There are sailors waiting
for us behind a hatch."
"Good, they'll know what's going on for sure nuke wi---"
suddenly sagged into a light black out.
Roy caught his head gently, leaned it back again, and
gave him more assisted
oxygen on positive pressure timed with his breathing. "He's starting that
"Stubborn! He'd still be awake for us if he hadn't tried to move. This is wrapped
tight enough. The bleeding's stopped. I'll go find something to use as a backboard."
From: patti keiper (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Sent: Sun 5/11/14 2:01 PM
It had been a few minutes since Dr. Morton had
They had made progress, cutting off his flight suit down to his skin enough to
examine him further for other injuries while they strapped him securely to a torn off
jet wing flap,
using parachute material as both body space packing and straps, to
keep his neck and spine in non-moving
The shocky doctor was tolerating the short oral airway that DeSoto had slipped
to keep his tongue from blocking off strengthening efforts as Mike tried
to breathe on his own.
"I think this'll float for us." Gage commented, re-checking respirations on their patient
a glove. He blinked away the copious sweat running into his eyes behind his
face mask. It stung, sharply,
but he didn't dare shove a finger inside to wipe any
of it away. ::Damn radiation. It's worse than
any chemical fumes.:: he thought.
Roy glanced up quickly. "The tide's coming in already?"
"It's over knee deep down there." Johnny reported, looking down into the tail of the jet
down from the pilot's cockpit.
DeSoto shook his head like a dog to cast away the perspiration
building around his eyes as
he took the head of Morton's improvised stretcher into his grip. "What
risks? These lights are still on." he gasped in the heat, tossing his glance
at the flight controls
Gage didn't hesitate. He reached up and stared yanking
out fuses from every access panel
he could find until the few sparking wires left over from crash
damage had dissipated.
"They're not on any more. Let's go. *cough*" he grimaced, grabbing onto the
stretcher's other end.
A warning klaxon started to sound on Roy's scba tank. "I've
got one minute of air left."
"I'll hurry my end." Johnny promised, breathing hard at his own regulator.
Fighting the slippery deck of the plane for balance, the two paramedics slid their
the deck, and lowered Mike carefully down to the water. Soon Morton
was bobbing neatly up and down
between them, on the jet wing raft.
Then Gage's air tank started its low air alarm to mirror
"Sh*t!" Johnny swore in the steamy murky surrounding them, flipping
on a flashlight
attached to his jacket, to light their way. A glint of light on
metal guided him instantly towards
the right way, through the darkness.
Ducking out of the plane's cargo hold, they rapidly sloshed over to the sealed hatch |
had indicated earlier with their loud banging. With both gloves full carrying
Gage ducked his head and slammed the top of his helmet against
the metal of the door a few times
to get their attention.
The wheel on the hatch quickly rotated from the efforts of many hands
on the other
side. With a loud snick, the seal was released and the door was flung open with eagerness.
Roy and Johnny saw eight hazmat suited and air bottled sailors standing with a charged hose,
for them in the airlock inside. Two of them took over carrying Morton's stretcher while
began the work of removing the rest of the doctor's clothing with medical shears.
A nearby sailor
nodded his head at them. "Strip everything off. Toss your radioes into this
bag." he ordered. "My
name's Lieutenant Commander Cole Stanger. My captain wants a
thorough decon done first before letting
you all aboard." he said as he watched Gage and
DeSoto put their plastic bagged HTs into the mesh
sack he held open in front of them.
"How's the air in here?" Roy coughed as the water swirling
around their feet was swiftly
"It's clear enough." reported one of the geared
up sailors holding out a geiger counter at
the ready. "I've only got eight times background radiation
coming off the three of you."
With relief, Roy and Johnny ripped off and shed their scba gear,
kicking it away to one side.
They both took in huge gasping breaths, leaning over with their
hands on their knees, working
through sudden rescuer exhaustion.
An over eager navyman prompted
them. "Sirs.. We're ready to work."
"J- Just give us a minute to catch our breaths. Our air supply
almost ran out." Gage told him,
gagging slightly on the sour smell of rotting blood filling the ship
compartment from the heat.
The officer in charge waved at his man to ease off. "Take your time."
Soon, partially recovered, Roy and Johnny finished undressing.
"We'll nuke neutralize your
clothes, helmets, and turnouts and give them back to you after
treatment and laundering." said another
sailor, picking them up with gripper tongs to set into
a metal crate recessed into the floor. "When
you're done, stand in front of that wall by the
drain for a scrub and hose down."
gore reeking paramedics glanced around and spied the indicated place in the large,
brightly lit, gray
room surrounding them.
Cole Stanger asked another question as he checked off items on a status
"Where's your man hurt? We don't want to aggravate any open wounds with the hose any
than necessary." asked Stanger.
"Right side, mid rib level, might be penetrating." Johnny reported,
peeling off the rest of
his layers painfully.
"We'll be careful." said the hoseman.
Dr. Morton was the first to get scrubbed down with soap and washed off. Then he was carefully |
to a clean bare metal stokes already resting on standby on a bench in the airlock.
trained sailor who identified himself as Bron Reese took over his airway care with
that he had brought to the airlock. The med officer redirected others to
re-secure the doctor's neck
and spine once he was completely dried off. Fresh dressings
were placed over the gaping wound on
Morton's side and direct pressure reapplied to
control the bleeding that had begun anew.
can meet us in sickbay once the L.C.'s through with you." Bron said as he and his
Morton away through an interior door. He tossed away the oral airway
Roy had used on Morton that
he had exchanged out with a clean one of his own. It landed
on the floor and was quickly bagged
up as a contaminated object.
That startled the two paramedics very quickly. They exchanged looks
that shared the fear they
both felt about the risks they had taken rescuing Dr. Morton.
called out the team's leader in warning as the decomtamination process began
once more with the civilian
rescuers in their midst.
Roy nodded an acknowledgement to Bron. Through the harsh hose water stream
scouring him clean from top to bottom, Roy tried to joke. "I've never been so happy
to be cold,
guys. Having the ability to glow in the dark's been a little too much for the two of
Nobody Navy laughed.
Gage stood, arms and legs spread out, as two sailors scrubbed
him down aggressively with
bristled brushes on long handles with particle absorbant soap. "Enjoy
it while it lasts, Roy."
he chuckled, gritting his teeth against the rough handling his skin was
receiving. "We're doing
better than Marco now in the refrigeration department."
a deep f-f-freeze." DeSoto confided, feeling the prickle of cold risen goose bumps.
barked out the leader of the decontamination team.
DeSoto and Gage dutifully traded places, trying
to contain their severe shivering resulting from
the ice water cascading over the two of them.
Another medically trained sailor noticed. "You'll have hot beverages and food in your hands
The man holding the geiger counter probe frowned when its crackling grew louder as he swept
probe up and over Roy and Johnny's heads. "Hair." he ordered crisply. Two clean brushes
once more in earnest where he had indicated.
"Will we need to shave our heads after this?" Gage
asked, discomforted, sputtering
through soap and water as it ran down his face in thick rivers.
"Nope." replied the man. "We'll get it all off, sirs." he promised. "We're good at this, sad to say."
"Nothing like progress." Roy agreed about a nuclear power source having been added to a
"Amen." said the geigerman.
"Shush, mister." grinned Stanger at his underling.
"We run a tight ship with a perfect safety record."
"Sir, yes, sir!" The man saluted using his
geiger counter probe instead of a hand.
"..until today..." he amended under his breath so only Roy and Johnny could hear him.|
was still thinking about Morton. "Mr. Stanger, we'd like to attend our patient first
Johnny added more. "We'd like to call our captain, too, if you don't m-mind."
"Please. Call me Cole. That'll be arranged, of course." Cole promised. "Anything for guests of
Navy." Then he eyed up Roy thoughtfully. "You used to be in the service, am I correct?"
Not too long ago. What gave me away?" he said, wiping soap out of his eyes.
"Your calm demeanor
around us. Mr. Gage here's still jumpier than a bug on a frying pan."
"Hey, that's because I just
left one." Johnny grinned in mock protest.
Right then, the airlock's intercom piped up. ##Bridge
to Stanger. This is Masterson. I've
a report to share.##
Cole glanced up through his hazmat
suit's plastic window. "Ah, speak of the devil. There's mine
calling." He leaned over and pushed
the talk button on the wall. "Stanger here."
##Would you please inform our guests that their patient
is showing signs of regaining
"He still needs an I.V." DeSoto ansed under
his brush team's ministrations.
##Understood. Our man with yours is paramedic level trained. He's
already taken care
of it.## Captain Masterson replied.
Gage formed a surprised face at the
open mic. "Thank you, Cap. We appreciate everything
you're doing for him."
"And for us." added
##Any time. Have Mr. Stanger bring you to the Bridge once you're satisfied with how your
patient's faring. And that's after you both've rested up and've been fed. Is that clear?##
received." snapped the medical man, who saluted anyway in his hazmat suit.
##Bridge out.## said
"Aye." Stanger took his glove off of the intercom control with satisfaction.
and I thought our Cap was overboard in the charisma department." Johnny mumbled
as the hose team finally
turned their water off, trading it out for a stack of hot, dry towels
freely offered for the firefighters.
"Just wait until you meet Ty in person." Stanger promised.
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Sent: Fri 5/23/14 4:28 PM
It was two thirty a.m.
Engine 51 had
been pulled back into the green zone up wind of the pier
site to conserve the need to use scba and
their portable air bottles. They
remained assigned as stand by for their paramedics in case they
a quick escape from the radiation danger developing on the naval ship. Mike
had his equipment laid out that would be able to crack any of the
hatchways that they could see still
exposed as easily accessible on the beach.
With them, were Dr. Welby and Dr. Kiley, making the rounds
check data from all who were deployed inside the hot zone. It made Cap's skin
itch with unhappiness the longer two certain names near and dear to his heart
remained in the
red section of his slate board. But then, it happened.
##HT 51 to Engine 51.## came Johnny Gage's
voice over Hank Stanley's handy
talkie. Even Stoker blinked when Cap almost knocked it off of Squad
while making a fast grab for it.
"Engine 51 to HT 51, go ahead." he replied in irritation
after recovering his fumble.
##We're in a ship's safe zone. Notify Rampart that our patient is
in stable condition
and that we'll be contacting them via ship's landline in twenty minutes with
report.## Gage shared.
Cap's face betrayed his eagerness for the next bit of news as he
walked all over
Gage's last transmitted word. "Uh, 10-4, 51. Will do. Both the I.C. and the Triage
M.D.'s want to know your current dosimeter readings a.s.a.p." he said quickly.
::And so do I.::
came his unbidden thought in a wave of worry for his men.
##We're both at 15 mSv....##
Welby nodded his head once to Cap in friendly reassurance. The younger
doctor also set his fingers
into a satisfied unspoken okay gesture as Johnny
continued his update.
##...and we've both
decontaminated. We're both showing as back down to normal
ranges on a geiger counter.##
Kiley turned his equal height gaze to Cap. "Ask them if they are noticing
any odd symptoms other
than business as usual." he requested.
Hank relayed the same question to Roy and Johnny over the
radio he had reset to
speaker mode to share with the rest of the gang gathered closely around them.
##Does burning from head to toe in the heat count? Been going on for a solid month
Dr. Kiley smiled and ran amused fingers through his bear greased, slicked back,
hair. "Very funny. Yeah, it's been a scorcher so far this summer. Everyone here agrees
that assessment Mr. Gage. All right. Putting down 'Still normal baseline.' on my notes."
loud enough for the two paramedics to hear via radio.
"Nice joke, fellas. We're smiling." shared
Marcus Welby. Then he added more on a
more serious vein. "Any difficulties with your rescued pilot?"
##Syncope from a little hypovolemia. He needed support ventilation for a few minutes.
wise, he's compensating okay.## replied DeSoto.
"Copy that. I gave the ship's paramedic orders
to push colloid fluids." said Dr. Welby.
##Being carried out. Thanks, doc.## said Roy. ##He's
"Could you keep us posted on your victim's exposure readings as well?"
haired doctor asked.
##Just as soon as we can.## DeSoto answered.
it, gentlemen. Keep in touch." said Marcus as he and his associate headed
away for their next fire
##Squad 51, out.## transmitted Johnny. Their frequency snicked shut.
Hank let out
a huge sigh of relief as he sat back down on the running board of
the engine alongside Marco, Mike
and Chet. "One hurdle down...."
"....a billion to go." Chet echoed soberly.
always the case?" Lopez said with a chuckle.
The others did not laugh along like they wanted
to do for the looming presence
of the unknown energy storm rising on the ship was almost palpable.
"Now all we need to know is what kind of radiation's getting out of its containment."
"What if it's a proven heavy, Cap?" Chet asked, scratching an itch under the rear
band of his helmet.
Hank's face weighed down in fatigue. "Then we put as many walls, hillsides,
travel time between us and that ship as we can. We turn it over to the Feds
and the special
task forces they'll send in from all of the nuclear facilities we have
in the area."
they're not firefighters." Chet frowned.
"Now you see a captain's biggest nightmare, Kelly. Feel
free to get your knickers
in a knot along with the I.C., myself, and everyone else wearing a pair
he said, pointing to the silver double trumpets on his collar. "You're absolutely right.
That's not a pretty thing to think about at all."
Joe and Brackett were in close conference by the county all call scanner,
winnowing out critical information
about the jet crash incident, when the base station
light and buzzer suddenly snapped on.
get it." said McCall, still writing down notes they needed for their hospital wide
operation, already set in motion around them.
"I'll join you." said Brackett, nodding to Joe,
who continued taking calls from the red
phone from the fire and police departments who were reporting
in their findings about
the pier incident in great detail.
Dr. Brackett picked up the red
phone inside the glass room that was flashing its red
beacon prompt on the ready light panel above
it while Dixie turned on the landline
"Unit calling in, this is Rampart. Go ahead."
The line was heavy with white noise and peppered with ominous crackles. Dixie
Kel exchanged a charged look of worry, recognizing the sound of radiation
interference on the wire.
##Rampart, this is Squad 51 via ship's communications.
Informing you that we are sequestered until
further notice in the middle of the hot
zone in a pocket of safety along with one victim.## reported
DeSoto's voice, ragged
with static. ##Radiation exposure type still unknown.##
"I read you,
51. Noted. Continue on your report." Kel ordered.
##Be advised, our patient is Dr...M...*crackle*..ton.##
"What?! How d-did h-?!" Brackett sputtered in surprise.
"Hush, Kel." Dixie admonished. "He
IS an active pilot in the Navy. We all thought you
knew that. He was recertifying tonight in an exercise.
When Mike didn't show up for
our disaster priority, we all had a feeling he might be the one who's
trapped out there."
For several stunned seconds, Kel Brackett gaped like a fish. Then his cool
kicked in once again. "10-4. What's his condition? To the tiniest detail!"
E.R. nurse and doctor heard Roy DeSoto take in a huge breath in
concentration. ##He's conscious. Vital
signs are: Pulse 136 and weak, BP 90 over 54,
Respirations were six initially, unassisted, after
some smoke inhalation, now freely
breathing on 15 liters, clear in all fields, on his own. Pupils
that were dilated as a result
of hypoxia, are resolved. Blood loss from a right side non-pleural
puncture, was around 1000 cc's. He has multiple minor contusions about the face,
neck and mouth. One large bruise is centered left upper chest from a safety harness.
on head injuries. He is C-spine immobilized and a landside M.D. has already
authorized Ringer's wide
open. He's reporting some tingling and numbness in his
thumbs on both sides, but only fluctuating
grip weaknesses in his hands.##
"Sounds like minor C-5 or C-6 involvement or herniation, 51. Can
he lift his arms?"
##That's affirmative, Rampart.##
Kel glanced at Dixie after burying the phone into his shoulder. "D*mn. Getting a |
is so---" He minced in frustrated anger. "I wish their phone cord
could have reached him."
can't. I've toured some those ships, they have a sort of table like a telephone
The caller has to be seated." McCall shared.
"Why didn't they try a speaker phone?" Brackett thought
"They're probably not in the same room. Sickbay's usually central below the water
for extra protection. All communications are conducted on a bridge or from an
upper deck from a room
with portholes for reception."
Brackett picked up the receiver he had shouldered to muffle their
"51, What does his EKG show?"
##He's in a tachyarrhythmia. Some minor QRS complexes
with electrical alternans
in a 2:1 ratio.## DeSoto offered.
"Cardiac?! Is it fluidic or hemorrhagic?"
Kel sighed. "Doesn't matter which. I'm hoping any tamponading this long after the
crash is just inflammation from the bruise. Dixie, I really want to get lucky on him."
the phone to his ear. "51, keep an eye out for signs of the Beck triad,
pulsus paradoxus, or Kussmaul's
sign. If his jugular veins start to rise with inspirations,
be prepared to be walked through the
process for pericardiocentesis."
There was a long pause with only radiation sizzling over the
"51, do you copy?!" barked Brackett.
## **Static. Static.** ## Then the line
went suddenly dead after a very loud noise
that even Dixie could hear.
Kel slammed the phone
back onto its receiver on the wall. "Now what was that?!
With my luck, it's probably an explosion
or a fire, or--"
Dixie sighed, moving close, putting a soft finger to his lips to quiet him."..a
line due to phone call flooding. Happens all of the time during disasters." she
with a smile. "Kel, that's a wall phone. Not a radio channel given top priority
by L.A. County dispatch.
They'll call back if anything changes. Would you just
relax? They'll do what you taught them to do.
And they'll do it just fine. You were
a good teacher."
"Hmmm." Kel said, calming down, finally
accepting her friendly embrace, delivering a
light peck to her own lips in a kiss. Then he broke away
to steal her notes on
Morton's condition. Studying the pencilled in page with fierce intensity, Brackett
"Thanks, hon. You know only too well how I hate our limited technology somedays. But
don't know if I feel any better finding out that it's Mike. Our best paramedics are with
but so many things can go sour in a pico in this case. He's a high impact
injury patient. Can they
handle him on their own? Roy just told us that they can't leave
"You're forgetting already."
"What?! ....Dixie, I don't have time for you to get vague on me."
Brackett snapped getting
annoyed with her instant amusement.
"They already have a doctor with
them. And he's awake." she winked, leaving the room
to go rejoin the chaos reigning in the E.R.
Her meaning totally escaped him as he followed Dixie out of the base station alcove to
Early on their primary disaster victim who now had a very familiar name.
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