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private prayer, drove away all further thoughts concerning his own well being in DeSoto and the
sandy haired paramedic left the depressing street to rejoin Johnny in the squad. Uncharacteristically,
Gage was behind the wheel.
::Guess I'm not the only one feeling jumpy about Cap today..:: Roy
mused.
---------------------------------------------------------- At Rampart, Dixie kept looking
up at the hallway which led to the main Emergency Doors. She had just arrived from home to start
her swing shift when she had heard the shocking news of Chief McConike's passing.
She had glanced
up for the fifth time when Kel, standing next to her, finally commented about it. "Are you expecting
someone?" he asked. Then he quipped, "I mean apart from the emergencies you and I usually see every
day.."
McCall chuckled with a wry smile. "As a matter of fact, yes, I am. Though I wish I weren't.
I hate it when there's a death in the FD. Seems every man on the department finds his way here
to be with the deceased's family or with the deceas--." she said, breaking off, not elaborating further.
Brackett looked up and stroked her arm in support. "Yeah, they always come. But this particular
one's probably just striking the men a little harder and deeper than most. He was a popular man.
Maybe even infamous to some. But I do know his sudden death's effecting even me. Chief McConike was
one of the lynchpin lecturers who helped me out in court during the early stages of the paramedic
program. I honestly believe that if it hadn't been for him, there'd BE no paramedic program. And
Roy would probably be just another engine fireman. And Johnny.."
Dixie grinned. "And Johnny would
probably still be a juvenile delinquent serving off probationary time as a volunteer pumper man
at Eight's."
Brackett sighed, tapping the side of his unread chart into his palm. "Well said.
And it's all true. We owe alot to what the chief stood for and all that he's done for us.."
"But
that still doesn't explain why no one's shown up yet, Kel. Nurse Evan's told me that it's already
been an hour and a half since he died."
"Maybe the initial shock and disbelief has a lot to
do with it. I still can't believe it and I was there when Joe pronounced him. It'll take time
to really sink in."
Dixie set down the coffee cup that suddenly didn't taste good anymore.
"Anything I can do for you, Kel? ...You're the only one within my empathy's range so far."
Kel's
easy smile fell away. "The Chief's still in the treatment room. And the mortician's now ready to do
his prelim death certificate exam downstairs. Would you mind taking him down there personally,
for me? Joe needs me in treatment five on the case with ketoacidosis now that she's responding to
him and I won't have the time t--"
"Sure, Kel.. Somehow it's fitting that a friend, and not
just some nameless orderly, goes with him, to his last visited place here at the hospital."
"Thanks, Dix." And Kel was gone in a flurry of white.
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-------------------------------------------------------- Dixie McCall took a deep breath before entering
the darkened room. She was ready for just about anything regarding the state of McConike's fatal
injuries. What she wasn't prepared for, was that Gail, was still there. By herself. "Oh, my g*d,
Gail. You're alone?"
"Dixie?" said the older woman, lifting her head from McConike's still
hand. "I-Is that you?" she sobbed.
Dixie hurried around the bed and enveloped the petite Irish
woman deeply into her arms. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here when he was brought in. I just got on
duty about five minutes ago." Then her anger rose. "When I get through talking with my nursing
staff about leaving you here like this, why I--"
"Dixie, it's not their fault. I asked them to
go away and to wait on telling my family. I wanted to do it. Only, I haven't been able to move..."
and she fell into yet another string of crippling sobs.
Nurse McCall pulled over an exam stool
for Mrs. McConike and sat her down. She then paced over to the medicine cabinet and located some
kleenix. Then she knelt by the distraught woman, holding her hand and set the box of them onto
her lap. "It's ok, Gail. We'll tell them just as soon as you've hold enough over your emotions to
do it. Here, have some more." she said gently. Then she hugged Gail tightly in utter sympathy and
Dixie felt her own eyes sting with moisture. "I know. I know.." she soothed as Gail cried even
stronger. "Your husband was a great great man, and I'm utterly proud of the fact that I had the
wonderful privilege of knowing him." she said, her voice breaking, too..
Gail clung closer
to Dixie and only then did the full brunt of her grief finally come rippling out.
It was a
long time later, when Gail began to relax. She sighed, looking at Dixie, but then she rose from
the stool to take McConike's work gnarled palm once more into her own. "I suppose you came in here,
to..." and her breath hitched only slightly. "...to take him away.." Dixie went to her side and
gripped her hand, but she nodded. Mrs. McConike had as level a head as her thirty years husband
once did and she said. "Well, I suppose you do need this space for others now. " she sighed quietly.
"Can I help you with him?" Gail asked, suddenly seeking Dixie's face for anything, any task at
all just to have something to do.
Dixie's face calmed then and she smiled slightly. "Of course...
There's only a few things we need to do first before I leave with him. We will be moving him to a
private suite downstairs until your family comes."
"I'd really like that.. please.." Gail's
eyes were grief bright but brave, as she beheld her husband's shattered body when Dixie lowered the
sheets to disconnect all tubes from the quiescent machines surrounding him.
"I'll make
the arrangements myself.."
"Thanks.." she sighed. "Dixie?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think..uh,
do you think Melton felt anything when the building--"
"No, no, Gail. I don't think he did.
His paramedics said that he was unconscious immediately afterwards because his helmet couldn't
provide enough prot-- uh.." she broke off, mentally kicking herself for talking so frankly medically
speaking. "He was knocked out then, Gail. Right away. So I don't think he was even aware of what
was happening to him. Some of McGiven's personal notes said as much on his run sheet."
Gail
just held a hand to her mouth, staying still, then she spoke at last. "You two must be right, for
h-he does look very peaceful."
"He does.." Dixie instantly agreed.
Gail lovingly ran
her hand up the quiescent Chief's arm and to his face before she gave him a soft kiss on his bandage
wrapped forehead around the cervical collar. "Are-are you going to take that....out?" Gail said,
pointing to the EOA still taped to her husband's very pale lips as she smoothed down his gore
crusted hair.
"I'm afraid we're not allowed to. That will have to stay there. I'm sorry. But
you can help me with this if you like?" Dixie said, unfolding a liquid proof satchel from a lower
cupboard that was person sized. ::Thank g*d, this looks like a sleeping bag.:: Dix thought. "We
...have to get him off ...this backboard next." she said gauging Gail's reactions to all her information.
But McConike's small wife was very solid even at the height of her despair and her color never wavered
into fainting shades.
Dixie decided to let her stay in the room for the rest of his post care.
"Ok..k" Gail said. "Can we wash him up first, Dixie? I-I don't want him to look unpresentable
to--" she said, her voice breaking.
"Sure we can.. I'll go grab a basin from over there."
Dix said. She knew from the tight bandaging on the chief's wounds that most places she could
see on him could be cleaned without unnecessarily horrifying Gail with their post death bleeding.
She had already seen the snugly taped off sites where the earlier nursing staff had stopped the
chief's running IVs so those punctures wouldn't do just that in front of family members. As
they gave McConike his final bath, Gail began to sing a hymn to him, very softly, and its sweetness
made some of Dixie's pain and her own, waft quietly away into the stillness of the treatment room.
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------------------------------------------------------------- Lunch was completely untouched, but
sleep still tried to sneak up on most of the gang hanging out in the rec room and kitchen. Cap,
had secluded himself into his office, and uncharacteristically, his door was shut to his men.
Gage had noticed that detail after he had taken his afternoon shower. He looked up at Roy, pouring
himself a cup of coffee. He made a face when the first sip entered his mouth, cold. But Johnny
hadn't the heart to complain to Stoker to make any new coffee despite it being his task today to cover
that chore. Johnny did it himself, without a fuss, only afterwards saying.. "Huh.. not hungry either
eh?" he asked Stoker, patting him on the shoulder around where the engineer was hiding behind
his newspaper for some privacy.
"Not especially. Even Boot's not eating." Stoker replied without
taking the paper down between them.
"Really?" Gage said in surprise, looking around. "Now,
just where did Boot go?"
"He's in the office with Cap.." Chet said, looking up from a word
find that he really wasn't concentrating on with any enthusiasm. "He kept scratching on the door to
be let in until Cap finally did it."
"Oh." The fact that Boot was sticking to Hank like glue
began to worry Gage big time.
Roy had overheard the conversation but decided to be just a mousy
listener for the duration. He got out a mop bucket on his own volition and started methodically mopping
the undirty floor. Mike dutifully lifted up his feet when Roy got to his side of the table.
"Who
cooked today?"DeSoto finally asked, seeing the untouched stroganoff pot cooling on its orange potholders
on the table.
"Cap..did. He got it made and on the table in less than ten minutes while you
two were out back helping Marco hang that hose." Kelly replied.
Roy tried a little psychology.
"Man, sure smells good. It would be a shame to let such a great meal go to waste." he said to the
room at large.
"I don't see you eating any.." Marco said from his place slumped on the couch,
pretending a snooze with a magazine over his eyes.
Roy mildly cocked his eyebrows at being
outsmarted in his own game. "I might...." he admitted, sliding the pot of pasta with his mop handle
to a place more center on the table. Stoker began unnecessarily straightening out a few table place
settings as Roy concluded his sentence.."..later..." DeSoto admitted.
Johnny finally moved
from where he was numbly standing, seeking a seat. He almost sat in Cap's recliner when he changed
his mind at the last second, nimbly. "Oh, no.. I'd better stay out of his SPOT.. He might be coming
out any second now. "
"Wanna bet?" Chet said sarcastically. "Cap's really busted up. Didn't
you see his face out there, Johnny? I've never seen him so hurt, not even when he was partially electrocuted
from that wire the other year."
Johnny's crafty helping grin fell away into one of worry almost
as deep as Marco's.
Even Roy stopped mopping.
"Just what do you think he's doing in there?
Sounds quiet. If he wanted to get away to let loose a few tears he could've gone out into the yard.
No one would've bugged him until the tones went off."
"Who knows, Chet.." Johnny said sharply.
"How can any of us say how Cap should be reacting right now? I mean he just lost his best friend.."
then he amended himself. "All right, maybe not his completely best friend, but McConike sure as h*ll
was a close fellow colleague and coming to that, now that I think about it, McConike was Cap's
old CAPTAIN, long before any of us even KNEW about firehouses.." Gage concluded. "So of course
he's bound to act a little weird. I know I would act a little nuts myself if I had found out that
Cap had been the one squashed in that car this morning."
No one debated Johnny's theory or
voiced an opinion about the tacky way Gage referred to McConike's grisly end.
The silence dragged
almost as slowly as the afternoon sun. Until Roy began mopping again.
Johnny rubbed his face
in fatigue and parked on the couch next to the nonsleeping Marco. "Man, what I wouldn't give for
an alley dumpster fire right about now, anything for a little distraction..."
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********************************************** From : "Cory Anda" <andacory@hotmail.com> Subject
: [EmergencyTheaterLive] Sky Heat... Date : Sun, 06 Apr 2003 04:08:03 +0000 It was as
if a diety had been listening. The tones went off and they went off long. Johnny flung his eyes
upward in a grateful gesture and said, "Thank you.." with all the sincerity he could muster.
##Station
51 with brush assignment Station 36. Automobile accident. Half mile north of Topeka Canyon on
Alameda Way. Half mile north of Topeka Canyon on Alameda Way. Engine 36 reports smoke showing off
road. Be advised Chopper Nine has been notified. Time out, 14:06.##
As one, the gang rushed
out but not before grabbing a breadstick or two each from a lunch basket for fortification. Roy
was nearest, so he acknowledged the run, "Station 51, 10-4, KMG 365."
Running along the wall
towards the squad, Johnny saw Cap's office door open as Cap ran out towards the engine. In a brief
glimpse, he saw a dusty file open on Cap's desk with official looking papers lying there. And
Boot was under the desk, watching Cap go. ::I wonder what in heck those are?:: Johnny wondered.
But then the door swung shut on its own, blocking out the sight and then there was no more time
for speculation.
En route, Cap came over the squad's radio on side channel.##Engine 51 to
squad 51. I've just spoken to Captain Carter of 36's. He reports two victims. A mother says her
daughter panicked and left the scene; a girl of eleven. His men are trying to locate her but they
are being hampered by a grass fire discovered in the area.##
"10-4, Engine 51. " and Johnny
hung up the mic on its spigot when he heard the frequency close. "Man, that canyon's still gotta
be tinder dry. Remember it from our visit with those anthrax sick wool weavers from last month? I
sure hope this one doesn't escalate into a wildfire."
"Yeah.." Roy commented as they sped
towards their destination. "I heard from Dwyer yesterday over lunch that all our water choppers
are already busy out at the Murphy Canyon Blaze over in the next county. It's amazing that L.A.
managed to find one for our call."
##Let's hope we don't need it. ## Gage said, his eyes already
tracing the horizon for telltale smoke over by the mountains to the north. ##Last thing I wanna do
sweat to death hiking all over those hills wearing SCBA and then needing a sudden bath in a water
drop.##
Roy made a face of mutual dislike at the thought and waggled his head in agreement.
"Don't speculate too much. I'm not liking the picture you're painting, pally." he teased.
"Wow, would you look at that?" Gage said. "Looks like there's a storm sitting over our mountain."
"Oh, yeah?"Roy said, not looking away from his driving. "Fat lot of good that'll do. That'll
be no relief at all. It's too hot to rain."
Fifteen minutes later, 51 arrived at the isolated
spot L.A. indicated. The squad pulled a "U"-ie so that it pointed back towards the way out and
so did the cumbersome engine. 36 had already strung hoses from the rural parkland hydrant system
and Carter and his men's attention were divided between staying with the victim by the shattered
car and fighting a brush flare that didn't seem to have been caused by the car itself.
They
gang bailed out. Johnny and Roy immediately headed for the woman seated and hysterical on the ground.
She was being supported upright by one of Carter's men. She was already wearing a nasal cannula
and was being encouraged not to move around where she sat upright against his shoulder. He told them
more. "She got a little too much smoke here. Don't think she's injured. Found her walking around when
we got here."
Roy nodded. He glanced around while Johnny introduce them and who they were
to her. DeSoto looked up at Captain Carter before Hank could drag him away for the fire's details.
"Where's your paramedics?" he asked him.
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Steven punched down his HT's antennae after listening to a report from his hose team insinuated inside
the smoking tall grass. "On another call. That's why you got one." he said with a shrug. Then he turned
his attention to his primary hose line washing down around the car itself to dilute any spilled
gasoline.
Roy grunted in sympathy and turned his attention back towards his victim.
Cap
barked out orders. "Marco. Flank around upwind with our brush hose and back up the beta team in there.
Take Stoker with you. Chet, start searching for the missing girl. And this last is for all of
you. Have your air bottles glued on tight and I mean it." he insisted, knowing the tendency of his
firemen to not want to secure any straps snugly down over their thick coats in such hot weather.
"Right, Cap." they all replied and they scattered.
Hank and Steven locked into further planning
immediately.
The woman blurted out actively when she overheard the part about Kelly going after
her daughter. "Please, find her. Ohmyg*d. Her name's Alex."
"Alex?" Cap asked. "Chet, you
heard that?"
"Yeah, Cap." he shouted, flying into his gear and a search rope tied to the engine
in record time. "Are you covering my rope?"
"Yes."
"I was so stupid.." the woman gasped.
"Why didn't I expect a bolt to hit the road.. I.."
"A bolt? Bolt of what?" Gage glanced up
from where he was carefully examining the mother.
"Heat lightning." Captain Stanley said from
nearby. "It's what started this fire. Just look at that tree. It's peeling like a piece of rotten
fruit." he pointed.
"It was s-so.. loud.." the woman sobbed. "I lost control of the car and
crashed into the rocks at the edge of the road."
"All right. All right.." Roy soothed. "Don't
worry about your daughter. We'll find her. Just start concentrating on yourself, ok? Try to calm
down. You're breathing a little too fast and you're hyperventilating. Just try to relax."
The woman fought to obey, clutching at Roy's jacket.
"Do you hurt anywhere? How's your back
and neck?" DeSoto asked her while Johnny got a BP off her arm carefully.
"Uh,...they're o...uh,
ok.. I think."
"No pain here?" Roy said palpating around her head and around her neck after
he checked out her eyes with a penlight.
The woman shook her head. "I'm fine. *cough* Listen,
forget about me. I have to go find Alex..!" she tried to rise. All three of them restrained her.
"We are. We are.." Roy insisted."We have someone already doing that. Now you're going to have to
calm down a bit and let us finish checking you out. Ok?"DeSoto spoke soothingly. "If you try not
to panic, you'll feel a lot better."
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Chet felt like he was the only one in the world inside the smoky canyon. He felt the drag of the
rope bite into his waist as he yanked it over brush and shrubs as he called out. "Alex?! Can you
hear me?" Already, the air mask dangling about his neck weighed a ton as he shoved through gnarling
masses of dried canyon rushes and oriented himself downridge. ::If I were running from danger.
Where would I go?:: he thought. Then his eyes swept into the shadowy trees. ::Man, I sure hope she
didn't go in there, that's a high place. Totally unsafe under these clouds.::
Right then, from
the very thick copse of eucalyptus trees he was studying, Chet heard a frightened shout. "Mom!? Where
are you?"
Chet shouted back. "She's over here by me! Fire Department!" Then Chet saw a glimpse
of white come towards him. ::It's her!:: he thought excitedly. "This way honey. This way! Come
on!"
Just as quickly, a tremendous jolt of lightning from the parched sky shot down into the
child's thicket in front of Chet, knocking him to his knees. Chet reflexively threw an arm over his
eyes as the bolt's thunder deafened him and rattled through his very bones. It died away immediately
and was not repeated. But the angry snarl of new fire crackled into slow life in the canopy above
him and flaming sparks rained down on top of him as fresh smoke rose to strangle him with its sharp
bite. He hastily put on his mask, crawling forward. "Alex?!"
There was no reply. Chet Kelly
no longer knew which direction he was heading in. But the image of the girl's figure was still
blazed in his mind's eye. Something made Chet redirect to his left and uphill. His gloves hit clothing.
"Alex?"
She moaned where she sprawled on the ground, half unconscious. Chet could smell burned
flesh coming from her arm. ::She's been hit?:: he wondered.
Kelly whipped off his air mask
and gave it to her, coughing in the growing smoke. "It's all right. I got you. Just hang on. I'm
taking you to your mother." He crouched low enough over the child to monitor her while his other
hand dug into his pocket for his HT. "HT 51 to Engine 51. I found her. Help me back! And send a hose
down my line. There's another hot spot!"
##They're on their way. Do you need a stokes?## Cap's
voice acknowledged.
"Negative.. Just take up my slack..!" Chet answered back.
##10-4,
pal ! I'm taking up your line now.##
Chet snatched up the girl into his arms just as he felt his
rope tighten and pull him along by the waist, guiding him up the hill. He kept eyes on the girl's
chest as she breathed in the clearer air inside the mask as he struggled with her to the top and
the road. Once he saw vehicle red, he shrugged off his bottle and her mask and sank down onto a
curb by the squad's fender, shouting. "Cap! I'm up! Get Johnny over here! I think the lightning got
her real bad!"
He lowered the girl to the road just as she went limp.
"Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t..."
Chet murmured, getting a grip around her jawline, feeling for the presence of a carotid and assuring
that she had a clear airway. He could feel how cool and diaphoretic she seemed despite the heat.
A pulse was there, thudding irregularly. He slipped a hand to her stomach as he listened at her mouth.
"Alex... Can you hear me?" She twitched but failed to breathe adequately to Chet's liking. "Come
on, Cap! Gage! I'm over here! Get the O2 on the fly!"
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Alex's lips starting turning blue. Kelly carefully tipped back the girl's head more where they
lay and gave her a breath of his own, followed by another.
Cap shot out of the smoke, dropping
Chet's lifeline and crouched by them. "She got a heartbeat?" he asked when he saw Chet doing mouth
to mouth.
"Yeah."
Together, Cap and Chet moved off the parking lot curb and stretched
the girl out flat and Stanley shoved her white shirt up out of the way, baring her chest so they could
monitor her ventilations better. He wrapped his hands around her torso, feeling the effect of Chet's
efforts.
After giving her another two breaths, Chet heard and felt the girl start to cough
weakly and he lifted his mouth away as her ribcage began to seesaw slightly.
Johnny came running
through the murky haze with the clattering oxygen apparatus and the biophone. "Whatcha got?"
"I think that last bolt grazed her." Kelly replied. "She quit breathing for a bit. Now, she's dyspneic."
"Let me at her.." Gage said. He hastily set a pediatric demand valve over her face and gave her
a couple of rich shots into her lungs. After three, he felt her actively resist his aid, against the
flow, and he said. "Doing good now. Take this from me. Looks like she's taking draws on her own."
Kelly slid to her head position, wiping the sweat off his brow as he took over her airway care.
Cap glanced at Johnny. "Need me?"
"Nah.. she's stable enough. Don't think she'll crash
now." Gage said, yanking his stethoscope from around his neck to his ears so he could listen to
her breath sounds. To himself, he was glad the smoke was thick enough to keep the girl's mother
from seeing her daughter yet.
Cap then rose and..........
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*********************************** From :Sam Iam <lafddispatcher@yahoo.com> Subject : [EmergencyTheaterLive]
Oh For A Drop of Rain... Date :Sun, 6 Apr 2003 11:56:34 -0700 (PDT) .....took a good
look around him. ::This is just a two point fire from the looks of it. Just here by the car and
then down in the grove where the little girl was found.::
John gave him a fast glance briefly,
a barest flickering of the eyes as he checked the little girl for signs of lightning strike.
Cap offered a token nod. "There's no way I'm gonna let that blaze surround us. Not if I can help it."
Hank told him.
Johnny and Kelly both grinned while they worked to assess Alex's true condition.
Gage replied, Cap, it's more like YOU needing to relax. We trust ya, " he joked. "It's all that
desert dry brush out there that's gotta listen to ya now. Like we do everyday.."
Cap's returning
smile was scant. "How's she doing?"
Johnny's smile dropped away in a flash when he got his
final blood pressure reading. "Ask me that again in two minutes..all right?" And Gage spoke close
to the girl's ear around the oxygen mask. "Alex.. honey, you're doing just fine. Your momma's
coming any minute to be with ya. Ok.. so don't worry about that. We got ya here with us now safe
and sound."
Watching, Hank was touched on a deep level. He didn't know Johnny talked to his
unconscious patients like that, on a one to one, being so personal. ::Maybe I just never noticed
that before, being always too busy directing a fire scene to see him do it.::
Captain Stanley's
thoughts were disrupted when Steven Carter jogged up to them from the direction of both engines.
He spoke quietly to just Cap.
Hank noticed that both Steven's gloves were wet. "Steve?" he
asked. "You took up a hose.. Is everything all right?"
"No. The first fire's getting away from
our men. We've gotta move out."
Hank gripped his HT even tighter in worry. "Our victim can't
be moved yet, she's only just been pulled out of respiratory arrest."
"Sorry, Hank. Tell that
to the fire."
In reply, the bright hazy skies spit heavy heat lightning out at them in an angry
rumble, very close above them, making both captains duck reflexively.
Johnny and Kelly, too,
both hunched over the burned little girl protectively, eyeing the sky uncomfortably. Chet voiced one
word. "Cap?"
"Do it. Immediate evac. The fire's winning. So we're not waiting on the ambulance.
You and Gage have five minutes to do what you've got to do. Then I want her packaged up to be taken
outta here."
Chet nodded, and he relayed Hank's orders to Johnny when he had a pause on
the phone verbally.
The smoke only got thicker, and there was a subtle change causing the hair
at the nape of Cap's neck to suddenly prickle in warning. The smell of pungent burning meadow had
turned tarry and Cap's eyes suddenly stung in searing steam as a powerful wind gust swept new
ash and embers into his face. ::That's blacktop on fire.:: he thought, even though he couldn't
see it. ::Aww, nuts.. We don't even have THAT little time?..:: He gave a shout. "Everybody! Masks
on! No exceptions! We've a fireline making its way up. It's hit the road already. I want all hose
teams to find that new phalange of burn and snuff it out. If we get trapped in here, there's
no hope for us on having any air to breathe. Airway protect those victims!..These fumes are only
going to get worse."
Steven Carter of 36's lifted his HT. "L.A., this is Engine 36. What's
the status of Chopper Nine? Our fire situation is escalating more rapidly than we realized. We've
fire on the road. We need an immediately path cleared along the way out of here, a.s.a.p! Respond
a full four company brush assignment."
##10-4, 51. ## There was a pause in their HQ transmission.
##Chopper Nine has made a pickup at the reservoir and will rendevous to your location in five
minutes.## dispatch answered.
"10-4. Engine 36 out." and Steven pocketted his HT. "There you
have it, Hank. It's a scoop and run afterwards."
"We'll be ready.." Cap replied about his
paramedics responsibilities and the extra duty his station had to manage them.
The two captains
separated to go watch over their own company's activities while they waited for their ace in the
hole, Chopper Nine, to come zeroing in. Cap aimed one of the engine mirrors up into the sun as
a reflector point to catch the pilot's eye. ::It's not like there's a ton of metal beyond the chrome
on our vehicles. He'll spot us just fine..:: he reasoned. Already, the sun was lighting up the speeding,
dancing black, gray and white smoke arching over them from the canyon, fanned by the rising storm
winds.
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