| ||||||
| ||||||
|
| ||||||
|
|
Marco grabbed for it, making sure the oxygen flow was very high and passed it off to Mike. Stoker snapped the bag's feeder end onto the tube and gasped. "Ok.. Check both sides. Is it all right?" he asked quickly, giving the paramedic rapid, full breaths to get his blood back to normal. Kelly listened with a stethoscope. "He sounds like a seashell to me. Nice and even, too. Left is the same as right." "Stomach?"#Stomach?#" Stoker asked at the same time as Brackett. "Nothing.." Kelly smiled, grinning as he pulled off the earpieces. ##Nice work gentlemen.. Keep an eye on his pulse and then slow your vent rate to 12 a minute in 30 seconds. Tape it off to keep the tube from sliding out when you transport him.## Dr. Brackett smiled verbally. "I got that." Marco volunteered. He looked over his shoulder. "Cap, he's pink and beautiful and both lungs are accepting." he shouted. "There's no problems at all.." Hank visibly relaxed and stopped double taking as he issued orders to the security guards on where to tell people to go. Kelly left the suction tube laying over Gage's chest and rose from knees to his squatting toes. "Radio me if he changes. I'm sure Cap'll want us by him if that happens." he said smacking his own chest and waving a hand at an already distracted Marco Lopez. "Go.. I'm good now.." Stoker said, inwardly smiling at his success. "Piece of cake." he said shakily. Chet had to peel his fingers off Gage's throat cricoid cartilage ring with his free glove. "Just call me a leech. Sorry, Gage." "Worth the bruising. I'm sure Johnny won't mind when he finds out what we all did together." Mike said. "I don't want Gage or DeSoto's job anytime soon, thanks anyways, Stoker." "Yeah, but it's nice to know we're effective backup." Stoker nodded, dropping a glove to Gage's carotid to time its rate. |
 |
 |
|
Stoker watched Chet Kelly join Hank as he tried once again to raise Roy's Mayfair, this time, using the ambulance radio frequency and not the HT's. A minute later, Squad 24's sirens grew in the distance and two paramedics swiftly approached where Mike and Gage were in the street. The older paramedic pointed down when he saw that Gage was intubated so neatly. "Who did this?" he demanded through his SCBA faceplate. "I did.." Stoker grinned. "My first." The graying maned man's eyebrows climbed into his hairline but a knowing smile played at his lips as he and his partner busied themselves with getting a full set of vitals. "Ok, genius. Congratulations. Now go play fireman and leave US something to do, ok, Slick?" Mike Stoker floated back to Cap's side. -------------------------------------------------------- |
|
*********************************************** From : Cory Anda <andacory@hotmail.com> Sent : Saturday, July 24, 2004 12:58 AM Subject : The Lit Match Effect "Is he doing good?" Captain Stanley asked his two men who joined him to stand in a trio as the flood of people poured out city hall exhibiting a rainbow of emotions. None were tempted to ask the firemen the reason for their sudden eviction from work. "His pulse was regular, and full, Cap. I think so. Won't know until the squad paramedics get done checking him out." Mike Stoker admitted. "Fine, fine. Go string two inch and three quarters with a Y connector. Let's play this like Hazmat's gonna wanna scrub everyone in sight." Hank ordered, clapping a glove over his engineer's shoulder. "Nice job, pal." he said seriously. "Sorry you were thrown into the deep end as paramedic intermediate so soon.." "I'm just glad I was there, Cap." Stoker said, rechecking the dial on his air bottle to make sure his own supply wasn't low because of the heightened stress level he had felt then. "Go.." Hank said, waving Mike off. Kelly started to follow Mike to help when Cap whistled, getting his attention. Chet whirled and then spotted Cap waggling come here fingers with his command HT still pressed tightly over his helmeted ear around his mask straps. "Kelly. Front and center!" Kelly had on a new jacket that he got from the rear compartment of the Ward. He jogged over to Hank and rested, bending over with his hands on his knees as he listened to what he had to say when Cap leaned in close. "I still can't raise Roy. We gotta get em back here pronto. I'm not about to let possibly contaminated people into a hospital setting." "What about that man's care?" Chet said before he could bite his tongue and retract it back again. "We'll call the docs here, into the Rehab Area when it's set up. Keep trying for me.. The other engines are arriving, I have to go tell them and the chiefs what's going on here." Cap shouted. "Ok." and he took out his handy talkie and turned it to the same frequency that Cap showed him. Hank ran to the middle of the street, orchestrating the arriving engine companies parking formation. He sent them to the ends of the block on both sides of his Ward, which was positioned centrally. Then he heard the tones from L.A. to change to the situation commander's frequency for Battalion Ten and did so. |
 |
 |
|
Chet Kelly moved to set a foot on the step of the engine near where Stoker and Lopez were tending the hydrant outside city hall and he spoke. "Engine 51 to HT 51 on Mayfair Channel One. Over." On the highway, speeding down the Ventura Expressway, the driver of Roy's ambulance heard. He thumbed the mic on his CB radio. "Mayfair Six with Squad 51." Kelly glommed onto the connection. "Recall back to our scene Mayfair Six, Code Three. Your victim and paramedic may have been exposed to hazardous chemicals. Report for immediate decontamination. Hazmat is arranging a doctor to cover your situation at our location. Over.." "10-4. Recalling for Hazmat decon.." said the white coated driver and he made a controlled U-ie off the next major exit. Naturally, Roy DeSoto opened the patient compartment window between them. "What's the problem?" "It's one of your people, declaring a Hazmat condition on us. I'm heading back right now." the driver told Roy. DeSoto oggled for a second, then nodded and shut the partition to sit back down in the cab seat at the man's head. His patient was quiet now, Dr. Early's diazepam having done wonders for his convulsions. Having been warned, Roy began to rinse his hands from a saline bag before donning protective rubber gloves for himself. Sorely wanting information, he switched his HT to the paramedic scanning frequency to listen in. He was shocked to find Squad 24 talking about a Code I and when Brackett called Johnny by name, Roy almost slipped out of his seat belt. They weren't yet using the biophone channel which didn't surprise him due to the new crisis situation preventing such a luxury. He hung on every word. He began to curse the benefit of the HT private band call, which handily allowed identities to be named over the air. ##.. 24, is Gage showing signs of consciousness yet?## Kel Brackett asked. ##Negative, Rampart, despite the hosedown. ## replied the man Roy recognized as Brice's partner, Bob Belliveau. ## Has he started breathing adequately on his own yet?..## ##Negative, he's still on ET ambu. ## "What?!!" Roy exclaimed aloud. The window into the driver's compartment snapped open. "Nothin.." he snarled when the attendant peered in at him.The driver shrugged and closed the slot again. Roy kept his eyes on the EKG monitor and his ear to the radio when he heard the order given for Narcan and Atropine. "Yeah,..yeah, that'll do it. Even if it's a pesticide or something just as bad." he mumbled. "Johnny you better start breathing again or I'll kill ya." His self reassurance did nothing to make him feel better. He could only will the Mayfair on to a faster speed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kelly shouted loudly to be heard over the crowd moving away from them. "HO!" he yelled, getting Cap's attention. Hank rubbernecked. Chet drew a circling motion in the air and saw Cap give him a thumbs up before he started speaking with the CIS commander again about plans. Soon, the out of service Squad 51 was moved to a side street and Captain Stanley motioned his men into a huddle so they could hear each other. "Thank god for the public's tendency to overreact. Fortune's in our favor, gang. The yokles in city hall security not only cleared out the effected floor but the whole place. You three sweep in and see if you can locate the source of the problem in lifelines." Kelly, Lopez and Stoker started away but Cap snagged their shoulders. "With FRESH air bottles, understood?" Three masked nods greeted him. "This is an internal search until we know more. Do this hoseless. Stringing them'll only eat up too much time. Pull out at the slightest sign of trouble, got that?" More nods and furlative glances swept toward the now empty tan brick building. Cap said, "We're the only station in the middle of the block. The others have squared off on all points north, south, and east of us for the primary attack set up. Only Squad 24 is still with us until Johnny's stabilized. Everyone else is on a block end. Move." Lopez, Stoker and Kelly strung out rappelling ropes from the Engine's store and tied them on. All three entered the building and began a search pattern, starting with the second floor office where they had first encountered the man. Nothing seemed amiss. Then Lopez got everyone's focus with a whistle when he spotted a stairwell door ajar that led into a no exit basement, incongruent with the possibility that any evacuees could have used it. "That's open guys. Don't you think that's a little odd?" he yelled over the hissing of his air bottle. The other two agreed. And followed him down the brightly lit stairs which led into the sub basement. They searched the boiler room. It was clear. Then the electrical room. It, too, was fine. Then they tried a storage room labelled Spare Mail Store and found it barricaded shut despite the open lock turning door knob. Kelly shouldered it wide open and staggered into a room full of homemade chemical laboratory equipment. Excessive trash including large amounts of antifreeze containers, lantern fuel cans, red chemically stained coffee filters, drain cleaners and duct tape littered the floor and the stench of acetone was almost overwhelming, even through their faceplates. The tables were a collection of chemical bottles, glassware, hoses, and pressurized cylinders, including modified propane tanks, and stolen city hall fire extinguishers. |
 |
|
|
Chet took one look at the blacked out basement windows before he said. "It's a g*d d*mned crank lab in here." "Should we go air it out?" Lopez asked him. Stoker snatched them both back into the doorway. "No! There's cooking going on. Look! I'll just bet that stuff over there's red phosphorus and iodine! Let's get out of here.." and he pointed out the ominous glow of an active open flame bunsen burner. The three firefighters suddenly knew that their lives were in great danger. Kelly almost thumbed his radio to give a report when Marco slammed his arm down. "Don't! A spark from your HT might set it all off! Let's go!" Chet went. The firemen pummelled out of city hall at breakneck speed and down the front steps a minute later shouting the bad news. Their panic spread through the fire station ranks and they looked up at the motion and sudden voices. Cap was charting his slate by the engine. Stoker shouted. "Get back! Get back! Meth lab and it's still cooking!" Hank startled and ducked behind the engine as his men joined him. "What?! " "It's huge, Cap.." Marco gasped, leaning down. "We guess over a half a ton of ingredients and white gas." "We'd better get out of here. Stoker. Drop our hoses from the bed. We'll motor out to the other units on Big Red." Hank said calmly. He whistled through his teeth. "Man, who'd've figured? In the middle of sweet little old downtown city of Carson?" He raised the engine's mic to call out their discovery to the HazMat units yet to come and the fire stations already there. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Roy began to recognize the neighborhood. He tapped the window door and it opened. "Let's head to the west side. That's where my station was. Most likely they've been picked to be the decontam wash truck, being nearest. Head down that way.." The driver turned down a sidestreet and turned off his siren, finally spotting the familiar side of the stately building. Squad 51 and Squad 24 were still angled at the foot of the city hall steps. And a body was on the ground on a yellow tarp with a cluster of air bottled firemen over him ::Johnny!:: Roy thought. Then he ordered. "Stop here. They're in masks. We don't wanna take in any fumes if there are any.." he cautioned, and the brakes of the Mayfair squeaked metallically as it halted in the center of the road perpendicular to the road the fire trucks were on. Then Roy spotted something strange. Engine 51 was speeding backwards, and away from the squads whose personnel suddenly kicked into high gear in a desperate escape with their firefighter paramedic patient in a stokes, some running with him, the others piling into the two rescue squads. DeSoto was about to turn his radio back over to the main CIS channel to find out why, when city hall suddenly disintegrated into fragments of raw fire and a plume of glowing vapored debris. |
 |
|
|
A tremendous explosion ripped across two whole city blocks, rupturing subterranean gas mains and causing
side explosions to crater the street curbs into long flaming fissured trenches deep into the earth. A pregnant fiery orange and black mushroom loomed a hellish head over the Mayfair, Engine 51's vehicles and Squad 24, before Roy's vision was knocked out from a massive concussion wall of displaced atmosphere and heat that roared through the open ambulance door. The kick slammed the rear Mayfair hatch closed and the ambulance jolted, throwing around the two ambulance attendants, Roy and the man on the gurney. Then a heavy blanket of debris, dust and roaring fire snuffed out their view to the outside as it covered them, until they were locked into a tomb that was completely lightless and airless. ------------------------------------------------------------------- |
 |
 |
|
*************************************************************** From : patti keiper <pattik1@hotmail.com> Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive] Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Cooler.. Sent : Thursday, July 29, 2004 7:49 AM Mike Stoker managed to swing the front end of the Ward away from the concussive wave of the methamphetamine lab explosion that destroyed Carson City Hall. His gloved hands cranked on the wheel hard to the left as the swollen belly of the building sized fire ball swept low over the top of Engine 51. The engineer couldn't help it. He flinched. So did Chet, Marco, and Cap. "Hang on!" Hank's voice cut loudly, as a rock on rock, hollow like sucking roar overtook their immediate vicinity. All he saw was fire out the windows. Then a ball of heat lifted the hair around his helmet and ruffled it and fogged out his air mask as the dew point was met, exceeded, then water dessicated. ::Mother of-- I hope to h*ll the others got under some cover in time.:: Marco Lopez instinctively pulled the four of them around Stoker's driver's seat in a body hugging huddle that protected their exposed faces as the massive blast blossomed, expanded and annihilated itself over them. "Madre Dios! Too close. Too close! We've got to get out of here!" "Working on it.." came Mike's gasping voice through his SCBA. The firetruck's engine was laboring over the thin air, sputtering as the motor dug for atmosphere to burn in. Stoker kicked it into the lowest gear. "The air's a different color over there. Heading over to it!" "Ahh! Keep your masks on!" Kelly said. "An empty water bottle by my feet just blew up!" "Vacuum effect! Open your mouths up as wide as you can!" Hank shouted to his crew, clutching the handy talkie he couldn't see in the lava glow darkness. Captain Stanley no sooner said that when a second explosion rocked the accelerating Ward from the left and pressure stabbed spears of agony through their eardrums. Then the way ahead was clear. A center calm in a ring of fire at an intersection. Mike Stoker took the richer air route and plunged them all into a parking lot, bouncing over a curb with both axles. Equipment inside the cab jostled, and fell from their storage hooks. Others did the same, clanging loudly from inside their rear engine holding compartments. "There! There! A loading dock is open!" Kelly shouted. |
 |
 |
|
"Can we clear it?" Hank yelled, gripping the dark red seat back in a fierce hold. "Yeah!" "Then in we go! Watch for Squads 24 and 51. They were riding in our wake." "I see em!" Chet shouted. Two sets of flashing lights cut through the orange cloudy murk before a roof of black shut out the sun. A sign flashed by that was tacked onto the building and Hank gave a nod of satisfaction as they shot inside the loading area. "Of all the dumb luck.." Mike Stoker screeched Engine 51's brakes inside the low ceiling garage and he canted her at a forty five, so that the two squads could get by into the interior. The last bumper no sooner cleared the edge of the door when the retracting door descended in a bang as an emergency cord was pulled on the door's automatic opener. The ebony smoke and deafening noise roiling in behind them was choked off. A new voice and figure in medical blue came running towards them. "Are you guys all right? Oh my G*d. We saw City Hall go through our windows. It was only by chance that I spotted you." said the very fit white haired man before their bumpers. Cap peeled off a sweaty mask as they piled out of the engine, catching their breaths. "Appreciate the shelter, doc. Help us? "We've got a wounded firefighter here..." he said, pointing to the paramedic on the roof of Squad 24, checking over Gage's airway patency and carotid status as he bagged him. Doctor Scribbs hastened to help the Station 51 four unload him to the ground. Chet was peeling off his mask, too, staring dumbly at the mattressless steel gurneys lined up on the wall and the sparkling black hearse parked under the flourescent lights. "Aw, Cap.. Didja have to pick the morgue for us to hide in?" Hank erupted, "I didn't think of in here! Stoker did.." "Guilty.." said the engineer, coughing lightly. "And a smart thing, too. " Hank grinned. "The ME office has its own internal air and ventilation system, at least in the morgue areas. That's where we'll be heading next. In there will be the perfect decontam station for Gage. Scrubbing drains, solid thick walls, a refrigeration unit so we won't cook. We couldn't have found a better haven than this. We'll even have our own power generator. This place needs one to keep the chiller running at all times for obvious reasons." Chet's face fell into a barely veiled blend of disgust and apprehension. But he bit his tongue from issuing any rejoiners. Station 24's Bob Belliveau nodded at Gil Sheppard, his partner. "Did he take any detriment, Gil?" he asked about Gage. "Nah.. it was hot only for a few seconds." said the short stocky paramedic. "His vents never quit althought I had to snuff the oxygen off. The two assigned with us from our engine are fine, too." he said, jerking a gloved thumb over his shoulder at the men gathered around Captain Stanley. He yelled over to the tall man from 51's, issuing information into his radio. "That's everyone who was with us, Cap!" he related. Then he stooped to reassess John Gage in a closer survey, reapplying his own air bottle's faceplate before he did so, maintaining a barrier distance. "Nine for a head count and all here.Thanks." Cap proceeded to report out to outer fringe fire stations that had most likely seen them horrifically disappear under the fire ball. "L.A., Engine 51. We're ok. Squad 51 and Squad 24 are with us inside the Medical Examiner's Office Garage. All hands are accounted for. One victim and eight men. We're sitting tight to wait it out. Note we're in a very safe place. Make our break out priority a bit less." ##10-4, Engine 51. The Incident Commander on Foster Ave has been notified. Battalion asks if you are attack capable. ## "Not known at this time. My engineer's doing a walk around. Stand by." ##Standing by, Engine 51. Your frequency is being relayed to the CIC. Transmit at need after the open channel prompt.## "Copy, L.A." Hank said, leaning heavily on his knees as he swept his eyes over the firemen spreading out through the garage bay to make sure the raging fire outside wasn't coming in. Soon, the triple treble of an on air signal sounded from all their HT's. "Sounds like they're linked with us out there. Now let's see how we're doing in here. Stoker? Is she intact?" he asked as he carefully felt the chassis of the Ward for heat and blistering. He kicked a tire. |
 |
 |
|
Mike's hands flew over the chrome controls. "Yes, the hoses weren't melted and the panel's showing green on all dials. Neither of our tanks are reading as compromised. Fuel or water." "Then hook her up to the water main over there." he said pointing to the emergency stairwell leading up to second level of the county building. Stoker could just see a fire hose accordianed on hooks in the landing behind glass. "Use their lines for now." Cap ordered. "I'll leave them uncharged until we know what side of the building we're going to attack from." "How about from the roof?" Hank suggested. "That's where the spot fires will be and that's well above the street gas line ruptures. I'll just bet the CIC has a vertical attack already planned out. I'll radio out in a few minutes to see if our building's in the Hot Zone, not counting whatever space Gage will end up in." Five minutes later, the task was done. A long, inch and three quarters soon noodled neatly on the concrete floor. Right then, the garage door sucked out in a convex bow with a loud smack of aluminum as the air inside the coroner's building evacuated violently out to the fire outside. The door groaned at the stresses being applied to it. But it held admirably. "Everybody inside! We're out of time in our current spot.." Cap. "That's probably a backflash encroaching. Grab what you can. We'll come back to fight the fire only when we're able." "What about the spare air bottles, Cap?" Kelly asked. "Grab just the 02 tanks for Gage." he replied. "And anything else that's critical for triage. Later we may become a disaster station. Doc, right now, consider us all contaminated. Gage got into an unknown chemical exposure from a meth lab. It was in the spare mail room in the basement of city hall." Scribbs face opened in shock, then anger. "A crank lab was operating five hundred feet away from here? That's appalling!" "That's what I thought when Lopez and Kelly and Stoker here found it." he smiled sadly. The fire fighters gathered both squads' medical equipment in a rapid assembly line into the stairwell as the two still masked medics carried Gage into the morgue rooms one level up. Chet Kelly wasn't one with Johnny's litter and he needed a strong shove from Marco before he entered the suite, his eyes huge. "T--T-There's bodies in here.." "No kidding, Chet. Out of the way. Or better yet, take this biophone over to where Belliveau and Sheppard are setting up. They're gonna need it." Hank grabbed the medical examiner's arm after he was certain that the doctor was the last one to enter the suite of rooms. "Listen, doc. Is your staff upstairs, safe?" "Oh yes.." said Scribbs. "I shooed them out the front doors the moment it happened. They're all past the perimeter. It's just me my clients left now." and he shot meaningful eyes over to several sheet shrouded forms lying on tables at the far end of the room. Cap worked a miracle keeping his expression from changing. Doc Scribbs chuckled at the curly haired fireman's reactions. "I only lagged behind to make sure the fire didn't get to them. That's why I was about to close the bay door when you and your singed bunch showed up. Welcome to my parlor, boys. Let's get down to business now, shall we?" he said as he swung the morgue's protective heavy metal door shut with an echoey bang. "I've showers for everyone." All the firefighters shuddered. |
 |
 |
 |
|
"We can set your young injured fireman here on the main table. We can do him first." said the energetic medical examiner. Kelly peeped. "But, there's somebody already on that table.." "That's all right. " Scribbs trickled. "I'm sure you two strong fellas can manage carrying her back to the cooler. I finished her autopsy this morning. I'll just neaten up after a bit before you transfer your friend out of the stokes. Oh, here. Let me open the cooler door for you." Kelly and Lopez gulped. Cap's face was about as pale as his mens'. "You heard the man. Move.." They went, shifting the grisly burden in their arms, ready to lift her weight. "Doc, we don't have to worry about anything.. uh, any bits tumbling out, do we?" "Oh, no. I sewed her back up again. I used just a lazy S incision for a standard weighing." "Oh,... thanks.." said Lopez in a small voice as they hefted her up and disappeared with her into the dark chiller. "Boys.. " shouted Scribbs after them. "Don't forget to put one of the wooden blocks from the shelf under her head so she'll hard-- uh, present on a pillow in her coffin properly later on." There was no reply to that. The doc began cheerfully whistling at the novelty of having guests who could talk back for once. The paramedics busied themselves with stripping Johnny down when the doc was ready, for a thorough warm, soap and water head to toe scouring. Afterwards, they bundled him up in the only thing available for insulation. They put him inside a clean canvas cloth body bag. Cap excused himself from the proceedings once he felt Gage's medical and hazmat care were well underhand and he drew Stoker aside a few minutes later after hearing about a frightening development. "Mike, go to the window and see if you can spot Roy's ambulance." "What?!" Stoker startled, remember the h*ll they had just escaped. Cap imposed an immediate clamp down. "Now, don't alarm the others. Everyone's jumpy enough as it is with us being cooped up in here for the duration with all the cadavers. Just do a reconnaissance from what you see. If you do spot him. We'll be going out there so prepare yourself. We'll do the engine later. No doubt we'll be testing the limits of the Ward's design specs when and if it comes time for us to go back out there. No one asked how a Ward engine would work from INSIDE a flaming holocaust." |
 |
 |
|
Mike nodded and quietly went over to the small port and sat down with a pair of binoculars from the brush fire apparatus case and got right down to an intense search. Belliveau noticed him, for another reason. "How's the view?" he said, looking up from Gage's EKG monitor. Stoker said, "Busy. But it looks like the perimeter's been determined. All the fires I see are roof points only, a few cars involved. The subterranean gas mains are off. I don't see any more explosions from the street curbs. Ah,, there's an aerial now. Looks like they've been assigned to protect us." On cue, the window splattered with a few drops of cool water, hissing as it fell. "And that means, that few bystanders or motorists got nailed when the lab blew." "That's a relief.." Stoker returned a glance at the two paramedics. "How's Gage doing?" "Better. Vitals are improving. His pressure's coming up. Whatever it was that was suppressing them is gone now. Though I'd wish to heck that I knew what it was that we're dealing with." "I'll try to find out." Stoker said, raising his HT. The older medic turned away. Mike went back to fretting about finding the missing Mayfair. A handful of minutes later, he spotted an incongruent patch of white and orange with a broken antennae sticking lopsidedly above it. "Cap.." he motioned, pointing. Hank moved to the engineer's side and took up the binoculars. "That's him. Go shower up and meet us in the stairwell, in full SCBA. You're the last to get one. I'll have the others check out the garage to see if it's still safe down there." Stoker nodded. --------------------------------------------------------------- Dripping and clean, the six non medic firefighters made their way back to street level. There, Hank broke the news of the discovery of Roy's buried ambulance on the street between them and where city hall used to be. "Is he still alive?" Chet asked. "There was no air out there for a while!" he panicked. Cap raised appeasing hands. "We don't know. Stoker saw their radio antennae but it was split." "What about the biophone?" Marco asked, more calmly than Chet. "Out for the same reason." Cap answered. "Now check your air masks. Switch out for fresh ones once we get down there. Stoker, charge the stairwell water hose into the engine as a supply line. We'll take the one you strung earlier with us when we go." "Well, what are you waiting for?!" Kelly said. "Roy and everybody will fry if we move any slower. Come on..." Hank told Battalion the new situation and their plan of action. He was told that the aerial on the other side of the building had no way to move in as backup. They were on their own, working off E-51, solo. A quick survey showed that a down draft between the sky scrapers was creating a clear circle of air that pushed the ring of fire inside the crater where city hall used to be away from the coroner's office parking lot. Mike Stoker shared the good news, "The way's open and workable." he said through the crack of the warp bulged garage door. The fully SCBA'd firefighters set to with tools and axes to knock down the only barrier between them and the debris covered Mayfair under Stoker's cooling hose fan. He made them halt at the opening while he shot a stream into a pile of debris in a test. No hissing or discolored gases reacted to the water raining down on it. "Whatever was in that lab, Cap. It's not volatile to water out this far." |
 |
 |
|
| ||||
|
| ||||
 | ||||
| ||||
|
| ||||
| ||||
|
| ||||
| ||||
|
|