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Subject : A Partner's Choice
Date: Sun Sep 21, 2003 12:27 pm
was only hours from the end of a bad shift
for the guys of 51's. A-shift, as usual.
and Chet where arguing, and the rest of
the guys were watching, when the tone went off.
was gonna be a big one. It was a four alarmer, a warehouse.
They arrived on scene, met by the
"We have three workers missing in there!"
"Ok, we'll handle it. What kind of
stuff is in there?"
"We ship high explosives to all kinds of contractors for
If that place goes, it will level three
"Oh my G*d." The captain calls in to
dispatch. Then he calls Roy
and Johnny over. They all talk. "Dispatch this is 51. You better
me another alarm. We have an explosives factory involved.
Also, police, for evacuation of at least
four blocks all around our
##Ten four, 51.##
"Ok, now. Hey.. Roy, John!
Come here. You tell these men where
the missing employees were working at last. "
"What do we got, Cap? " Roy asked.|
"High explosives and missing employees times three."
saw them last in the packing room on the south end
of the building over there."
"Ok . Thanks.
You know get your people back?"
The man ran to where his other employees where standing
Meanwhile, he said to both Roy and Johnny as well.
"How do you wanna work this?"
"We'll go in, I guess. I don't see any other way, Cap."
"Ok.... But be careful. I don't want you
getting into anything you can't handle, ok ?
up and go in. Just as they reach the area where
the missing people were last seen, there is a victim.
Roy grabs her. Johnny tells him to get her out. He would
see if he could
spot anyone else and be right behind him.
Then, just as they are starting to move, there is a
that rocks the building. And Johnny sees danger as he looks up,
and pushes Roy
to safety along with the victim just as part of the
ceiling came down.
Johnny couldn't get out of the way in time and is trapped under |
all the debris. Roy hands the victim
off to another team of fire
fighters who come over to them just then. He knows there should
another squad outside. He instructs the men to take the
victim outside. Then he grabs his radio and
says into it.
"Engine 51! This is HT 51! We have a code I in here! Fire fighter
a fallen ceiling. We need help. "
Then Roy removed as much of the debris as he could to get to
He got to him finally, but he was unconscious.
From : "Cassidy Meyers" <email@example.com>
Subject : Fireman Down...
09 Oct 2003 23:30:54 +0400
"Johnny? Can you hear me?!" he shouted
over the roaring din
of fire around him.
Roy's HT crackled and drowned out any possible
reply that might have come
It was Cap. ##Hang in there, Roy! I've got
Lopez, Stoker and Kelly en route to
you now with just
a long board. It's the fastest way of getting him out
of there! ##
thumbed his reply, crouching protectively
over his partner's face and chest to ward
off the remnants
of the ceiling that still spit burning
embers down around them from the upper story.
them to follow my rope! I'm about
thirty yards from the east entrance near a toppled
DeSoto turned all of his attention to
finding positive life signs on Johnny.
Roy's first move
was to pull off one of his
hose dampened gloves to slide a couple of
fingers inside his partner's
air mask to
feel for signs of breathing.
Immediately, they moistened from the stress
puffs of warm breath whistling rapidly
in and out of Johnny's mouth. Roy bent
closer and he saw
that there was a trickle of
blood running profusely from Gage's nose, trailing
rivers onto the
sweaty cracked face plexiglass
covering it. To his dismay, there was no sign of
all, active on Johnny's face.
"Gotta drain some of that out now." |
DeSoto turned Gage as a unit onto his side
to lay him against
his own knees to await the
help soon to arrive. He mumbled, keeping his free
fingers on the artery
beating weakly in Johnny's neck.
"Just hang in there, Junior. You're doing fine."
away the straps of the air bottle from
Johnny's back using his holster's utility knife
him set for the spine board in two swift
Then he kicked Gage's half empty yellow air
clear from its usual position until it rested near both
here! How is he?" came Kelly's
muffled shout. It was followed by the angry hissing
of fire as
it was beaten dark by an inch and a half's
violent water stream.
Marco and Stoker came running
Gage by the shoulders and legs to help
Roy keep a tight alignment as Chet slid the
as close against his back as he could.
"He's breathing, you guys. But he's really out.
his neck! He's got some fast facial
bleeding." DeSoto snapped through his glass.
careful...! I'm always careful.."
Kelly countered first gruff, then calming
at DeSoto, as he tried
not to let the worry
in his eyes show through his mask.
Chet knocked away Gage's useless helmet
with an elbow while he got a good grip
with his gloves on either side of Johnny's
head as they
rolled him gingerly, to once
again supine, and adjusted him in a centering
line onto the board.
Stoker grabbed the two sand bags they had
brought to keep Johnny's head even more stable
the chin and forehead straps, and he
handed them off to Roy for him to apply.
dropped the hose that had cleared
a cool wet path of black through the flaming warehouse
got a good grip on the board.
"I got it snuffed. We gotta move now."
"Ok.. He's set." Roy gasped.
we'll lift him. Ready? Three.." he rushed,
tossing Johnny's air bottle onto his partner's
dusty knees carelessly. He made sure
that Gage's shattered air mask remained in place.
still doing its job keeping out the smoke.::
Scared for their lives, the four men from
51 carried out their fifth as the
warehouse rumbled in threat around them
with lurid fire while
dodging many destabilizing
burning crates as the boxes fell from their
berths around them.
Finally, they cleared out into the night air.
Cap met them on the run and paced along
of them as he peeled off Gage's air
mask to reopen his airway with a careful
jaw thrust move.
Another hand buried itself
under Gage's slightly smoking jacket.
"He's still moving air ok.. I
got the 02 and biophone
connected and already hooked up, and an ambulance
will be here in four
minutes. Roy, did you guys
see anybody else in there?"
Roy blinked in shock when he realized
he had nothing to report on the others beyond
his own firefighting crew's well being. "Well,
I- I.. "
Stoker saved his behind. "Cap, we did a sweep
search the whole time we water blasted
to Roy and Johnny's location. We saw no one else
trapped. I can guarantee that the ground
"Are you absolutely certain?"
"As sure as the fact you're standing in
me." Mike confirmed, stepping over a yellow burn
sheet spread over the ground.
Cap sighed, taking Stoker's update seriously.
They all helped carry Johnny's long board over
the equipment laid out on the street and soon
they were joined by two other county firemen to
up the process.
Cap grimaced when he saw the large amount of
blood continuing its flow from
But he had other worries still to deal with. Hank lifted
his head to shout
aloud towards the avenue,
radio-less, because his hands were still full
maintaining a clear air
passage on Johnny. "I want
another scout team in the warehouse immediately to
search the second
floor. Under no circumstances
is any one going back in without a hose backup!"
He saw Engine 10's captain take over his commanding
order to take rapid steps to implement it. From
corner of his eye, Hank saw a new team arrow towards
the burning building dragging a hose
at their tail. ::Good
going. If those people are still alive in there, we'll find em.::
Hank's hands, Gage gagged just as Kelly,
Lopez, Roy, and Stoker lowered his board to
Cap saw Gage's involuntary stomach
muscles begin to rock back and forth under his burned
shirt. "Flip him! He's getting ill.." he warned.
They rapidly log rolled Gage onto his side as
began to vomit up the blood that he had taken in from
his sinuses. "He's screwing up his
airway real bad.."
Kelly said un-necessarily, showing his current high
fright for his crewmate.
"He's fine now, Chet. Just relax, ok? I got it all.." Roy
said, applying a last bit of suction
mouth from the unit on the resuscitator apparatus.
The smothering liquid gurgling
inside the tube gave
way to a smooth patent hissing sound of sucking air
so he withdrew the wand.
"There. We just gotta get him on some O2 now.
Marco, you handle that.." DeSoto told him, beginning
calm down somewhat. "Put him on 15Ls and be
prepared to breathe for him if he goes over 24
a minute. For now, we'll keep him on his side until
he wakes up. Cap, you can let go of him now.
pushed his tongue clear. Looks like he was biting it."
Hank nodded, pulling his blood
hands away from where Lopez and Roy were
settling a demand valve over Johnny's
He rose to his feet to find a hose puddle
in which to wash. He didn't have far to
::Only to the curb here.:: he sighed and he
cleaned up. Then Captain Stanley
HT out of his pocket and set it
onto the squad's roof for monitoring
while he watched Roy and
work to assess Gage.
Roy wiped his hands off on the grass and
snatched up the
biophone to speak..
From: "Cory Anda" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: October 9, 2003. 09:45:08 0007 CST
"Rampart, this is Rescue
51. How do
you read?" Roy began.
Dr. Early turned on the desk reel to reel
he got Dixie's hint that there
was an incoming call arriving to the base
station. ## Go ahead,
51.## he replied.
"Rampart. We have three victims from
an incendiary factory fire. Victim three
yet to be located. Victim one, a male
approximately sixty years of age. He's
from mild smoke inhalation.
Victim number two's a Code I. He's unconscious
following being pulled
out from under a roof collapse.
He's been fully immobilized on a long board. A
has been applied and he's on 15
L's of O2. Vitals are: BP, 100/82, Respirations
are 20 and rapid,
and his carotid pulse is 120.
There's substantial bleeding from his nose that we
by placement onto his side. He
has no signs of cerebral spinal fluid leakage nor
Coon's eyes or Battle's sign
showing. His pupils are equal and reactive."
## 51, On Victim
Two. Start an IV of Lactated
Ringer's TKO and get a full neural assessment
as soon as you can.
Keep his head elevated
and transport as soon as you've established
the IV. On victim number
one, keep him on
six liters of 02 via nasal cannula and monitor his
vital signs carefully throughout
the trip in.
Let me know when you've reached Victim Three.##
"10-4, Rampart." and Roy parroted
medical orders to the letter back to Joe
Early to confirm what he had to do next.
then, Marco spoke up.
"Roy, he's coming to.."
DeSoto dropped the phone and bent
Gage's face, tapping Johnny
on an eyelid with a finger to see if
he blinked or not. "Johnny? You
Open your eyes.."
On the fourth tap, Johnny's face
screwed up and he coughed wetly.
"Ok, guys.. Let's set him flat again.
He's awake enough to manage all
the four of them twisted, then
tilted back the long board until it rested
head up on Johnny's
abandoned air bottle
while they watched him regain a vestige of
Roy said loudly once again,
gripping his face firmly between his
hands. "Can you hear me?"
A soft moan answered him, then..
"I saw a child in..in... listen, *Ugh* ..listen
to me...I saw
a small kid in there.." Gage
mumbled, shoving away the flowing ventilator
mask. Marco kept it
hovering close on
blow by over his nose and mouth
as a compromise.
Chet looked up at Roy
as he was
covering Johnny up with a shock blanket.
"Is he still half out of it? That last bit
didn't make any sense at all."
"Probably. And no, that didn't make any
sense to me either.
We're gonna haul you in to Rampart
next for a thorough checkup."
to fidget as clarity crept
back to him and he tried to touch
his face and struggle free of the
board's restraints, grunting quietly.
DeSoto and Stoker both, grabbed
to immobilize him. Roy
bent close to Johnny's bloody ear.
"Hey,, hey.. Just lie back a sec. Let
finish up on your 02 first. You're still
kinda in La La land."
Gage seemed to understand then and he|
remained silent after that, blinking slowly
at the starry
sky as he rubbed the ashes out
of his eyes. A minute later, he focused
on Roy starting an IV on
one of his arms
and something finally clicked mentally.
don't need it. I'm .. I'm..not shocky."
he fussed, pushing some new blood and
old saliva out of
the corner of his mouth in
"No, you're very stable. But you were
for over ten minutes, partner.
Humor Early for once and let him play doctor.
It'll boost his ego.
He's getting real tired of
all the firefighters hurting themselves
this week." DeSoto smiled down
"Remember, Rampart's had just as bad
a shift as we had today, Junior. " he said.
he added casually.. "While we're
still on the subject, Johnny, do you hurt anywhere
your nose there? Don't go
fussing with it now. It's not broken. I checked."
Gage eyed Roy
up for several seconds in full
doubt at that assessment, but then he admitted.
got a smoke headache. I think
I'm only nauseated because of the crap I swallowed
groaned, closing his eyes to rest..
Johnny then allowed Marco to hold the mask over
once more without protest.
"Well, we'll know that for sure once Early
sees your skull series.
Just keep clearing
out that blood like you are." he told him seriously.
But then his voice took
up an amused warning.
"Chet's got a gauze pad handy." Roy smirked.
Johnny opened his eyes
when he felt new ministrations
begin. "Ohh nooo.. gimme that, Kelly." he snapped at
had started wiping Gage's face dry. "I can clean
up myself.." he mumbled around the mask, snatching
the 4 X 4 from the curly haired fireman's fingers.
"I'm doing fine so quit sweating the
small stuff here. I was
just getting all the sh*t out of my mouth." And he began to
do the task
of mopping up, himself.
"Uh.. huh.. " Chet agreed with feigned sarcasm. "I saw
that. I saw
that, believe me." Then he looked up.
"Looks like Johnny's brain is basically intact, Roy.
b*tching at me already."
"I came to that conclusion fifteen seconds ago."
Stoker, Chet and Marco all grinned. DeSoto
leaned close to examine Johnny's face and
nose in more
detail with his metallic pen light.
"Your nasal bleeding's finally slowing." Roy
emitted a noise of doubt. "Huh..
Feels like I'm still drowning in it."
"Unlikely.." Roy countered.
talking." he quipped slyly.
"Amen to that, Roy!" Chet chattered
Johnny glared. But only mildly, at his
drew all their attentions then.
The day supervisor was rushing over
to where Cap was standing
and he suddenly
blurted out. "Say, Mister. I got the demolition
experts from the plant coming
They say they can help coordinate an operation
to use explosives to put out the
fire near the most
critical explosive production rooms."
said the manager in tan.
to that man right there." Cap interjected
and he pointed a finger at Battalion
14, just setting
up shop a short distance
away in the safe zone.
Cap watched as Station Ten's men
of the building with a gasping
man supported between their shoulders.
::There's number two..::
remembering the woman who had
been brought out earlier before Johnny's
He started to turn away when he
saw that the smoke stained man was fine and
recovery team was placing
their burden onto a waiting hearse ambulance
gurney when Cap heard
him speak, urgently
hoarse around his oxygen mask.
"Hey. *cough* My daughter's still in there."
Hank motioned for the attendants, who were|
starting to wheel him away, to halt. "Wait a minute.
a minute. I wanna talk to this man. Mister,
can you repeat that? Is your daughter the third
we've been looking for?"
"What? Little Megan? No way..
She's nine years old and cute as a
That last comment struck a chill down Chet
and Roy's spines. "Johnny was right about
there being a kid in there somewhere?" Kelly
They both looked up from the IV they
down, sharply, and started paying attention to the
new victim information Cap was
gleaning bit by bit
from the agitated man.
The injured worker continued his story.
came to see where I work, on a tour. *cough*
She's writing a school paper on what line of
I'm into since she's got the crazy idea
that she wants to join a ski patrol in Colorado
"Uh huh.. uh huh.." Cap nodded impatiently.
"When did you last see her?"
twenty minutes ago.
Heading up the steps above the
office block to the rafters lookout level
Howard. He's one of the designers
of the warehouse. I think she wanted to
see how the crane
"What's she look like? Uhh,.. W-What was
she wearing today?" Roy butted in,
how best to get the information they needed
to mount a more comprehensive search.
" Megan's outfit? Oh, let me see.. Uhh,,.
White. All white. A little girl's T shirt and
She's got blond hair.. Real short!"
he shouted after Roy who went running to
the next team of
searchers exchanging out
their spent air bottles for new ones. He found
them near the south entrance
of the burning
plant and he quickly told them of the unexpected
Roy. I'll let you know when
Johnny's ready to ship out over the radio.##
Cap promised over the
Johnny regarded his gurneyed, sooty
companion thoughtfully as Marco finally
out his ventilator mask for a lesser
flow nasal cannula. Johnny said to the man.
"I hope she's
ok, for your sake, mister.
I know how it is in there. The roof's real
unstable." he said.
The plant worker opened his eyes
and regarded the dirty paramedic
looking at him from the ground.
a good kid. She wouldn't do anything
stupid like getting caught in a fire.."
tried his best not to chortle
when Gage made a face overhearing
that doesn't change the
fact that Megan's in a whole lotta danger
right now.." Cap said with exasperation.
"The whole place might be about to go up."
he said standing over them both, eyeing
companies ringing the fire
"Doubtful.." said the man instantly.
"Howard has always
said that nothing short
of an atom bomb would set off all the special
stuff we got in storage."
"What kind of special stuff?" Hank frowned.
"Oh, plastique. Timed nitrite incendiaries.
some rocket fuel."
"Any TNT or nitroglycerin?" Hank asked.
"Nothing so archaic, Cap. What
look like? ACME Plant Central?"
From : "Katherine Bird" <email@example.com>
: Tightrope Act..
Date : Wed, 15 Oct 2003 22:12:35 +0100
Roy pelted towards the team
headed in, refastening
his air mask over his face. Already, he was breathing
hard. ::A kid? I
really hate kid calls.:: he quailed mentally.
An equally mental memory surfaced that had Johnny's
signature all over it. ::Why did you think Cap let you go
inside again anyway? He knows you're
no good to him
being held back on any kid search at a fire.:: Johnny's
voice seem to say.
Roy wished that Gage could somehow be with him.
::Right now. We seem to search out a building better
with the both of us, together..:: Jamming his helmet a little
further onto his head and
flipping up his collar, Roy uptook the
back end of the fire hose and went with the L.A. city team,
explaining about the little girl to their anchor man and his orders
from Cap to find her.
"Where was she last seen?" said a burly man in Pasadena yellow
at Roy. His mask muffled only a little
of the man's dismay.
DeSoto pointed up. "Rafters! Around the auto lifts!"
the front hose man and together, the
four of them fought their way through the roaring
a set of metal stairs along one wall.
The bitter smell of soaked cardboard and burned
permeated the air and seeped into Roy's
mouth and nose as they hosed down the growing
the metal grating of the stairway. "This
air's hardly breathable, even with a mask on.
they're still alive.." he thought.
At the top of the landing, they found Howard. He
and Roy knew even before he peeled off
a glove for a pulse check that the man was already
::Broken neck.:: He felt the cool blistered skin
and confirmed the lack of a pulse in seconds.
hastily pulled his glove back on and shook his head
in the negative at the others who were wishfully
a wash over him and the body.
One of the firemen broke away from the hose to heft
up Howard onto his shoulders and he began heading
towards the nearest hole in the walls where
all see fire engine lights wavering in the orange glowing
darkness around the smoke.
The recovery group pushed higher up
along meshed stairs stretching towards the faraway
and the rafter walkways there. Several suspended
paths were canted and swaying, full of burning debris.
"We can't go this way. Turn around and go back
one landing. I think I remember another way up there
said the front fireman.
Soon, they found themselves on a second clear landing
paths available. One way led into a wall of heat,
far too much for anything still living to endure;
dipped into unexpected night coolness.
::This must be the open part left behind
from the section
of roof that fell on Johnny.:: Roy reasoned. He shot ahead,
through the advancing
hose spray and into that second choice
of blackness, pulling off his mask's straps. "Megan! Can you
DeSoto's voice echoed around the sagging and violated,
partially melted beams,
over the din of the flames, eerily.
There was no reply.
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