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-------------------------------------------------- Rampart General, was a madhouse. Dixie McCall was in high gear, one trail of hair falling over her face as she delegated a sudden flood of incoming through her ward. "What now?" she said of Station Eight's paramedic team with their burden.. "We've got a drug overdose.. Don't know where he managed to get it, but this guy's got all the ear marks of meperedine toxicity. Brackett's already ordered us to start Narcan. And we couldn't get in an NG tube. He's been convulsing too much." Gil replied. "Oh, great. Treatment two.. Uh, Dr. Morton will be there in a sec right after he deals with another street gang type in with the same problem.." Dixie was about to unwind for a few precious seconds mentally when Station 10 rolled in. They were working a full arrest. "What do you got?" "Police were chasing this guy for stealing an LA county rescue squad. He didn't watch where he was running by the harbor, hit his head, and fell into the water. Took us over three minutes to fish him out." "A squad? That explains everything. And from the way he's tattooed, I'll just bet he's related to the other five we've just received in house. Has the whole world gone crazy tonight?" "Must be.." "Treatment Two.. Interrupt Brackett's arm laceration. He's just making a row of stitches neat on another biker type. He can handle your man." Dixie said. She watched her orders being carried out and then got onto the red phone to staffing. "Yeah, This is McCall in Emergency. Could you send down a doctor to finish handling a minor laceration in Two? We've a code in. Thanks.." and she hung up the phone. Dixie looked up and began to wonder when the night would ever end. "I hate full moons." Dr. Early had saundered up to get from Dixie the next patient in from the barrio neighborhood. "Why? I think a full moon is romantic and very beautiful. " he said in his calm soothing way. |
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"Not when it's turning a street gang into a pack of wild maniacs, it's not. A bunch of them just made off with a rescue squad and they had a heyday with the paramedic's drug box." she groused. "I know. I just pronounced one of them.." Early said, rubbing his hand. Both nurse and doctor fell into a somber mood. ------------------------------------------------ Roy and Johnny and the rest of the gang were all nursing steaming cups of old coffee around the kitchen table. Only Martins seemed to have enough energy to play tug of war with Bonnie. "And that should do it boys.." Vince said. "Your accounts here and the fact you finally located a tape recorder should put the last nail in the coffin on this gang's activity. Gage winced. "Let's just hope its not for a real one Vince. I don't want to find out that anyone died here.. Thanks buddies.." he said, giving the two officers a small grin as they left the station. Cap leaned back, already showered and in a clean uniform, from his chaise lounge. Bonnie came running over to tug at his shoes in play, but for once, Hank didn't shove her away. "I don't want to even know what Charlie found with the squad when the police called him out to tow it." "Was it spray painted?" Chet asked. "Don't know. Didn't you hear what I just said Kelly? I don't WANT to know. It's bad enough riding shotgun with another station's squad like we're going to have to do for the rest of the day..." "Sorry Cap.." Chet said. Marco suddenly set down the phone. "Hey everyone! My mama heard on the news about the squad being jacked and she and Mrs. Bandido have made us some breakfast burritos in sympathy. They're on their way now to drop them off." "Hey hey.." everyone smiled and the kitchen burst into a more happier mood as the sound of a rich meal that was imminent cheered them. Bonnie barked, abandoning Hank's shoestrings and ran around the table until she had her dish in mouth. She sat up, begging. The whole gang laughed. It was fifteen minutes later. The burritos had arrived, were utterly inhaled and the gang was now splayed out on chairs and couchs completely at ease with the world. Then they heard the outer garage doors open and saw Charlie backing the rescue truck into its usual place with his tow truck. Johnny gasped as he saw a peek of it through the kitchen door. The gang left newpapers and chairs to gather round in the pullup garage in a cluster. Roy opened up his mouth in shock and said......... |
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***************************** From: "ecrewgroupie" <irosanne@tds.net> Date: Wed Oct 16, 2002 2:10 pm Subject: "Whew!" "I can't believe it! Not a ding! Not a dent! Not a mark anywhere!" "Whew!" his equally relieved partner exclaimed, as they finished circling their seemingly unscathed vehicle, "We really lucked out! Man! We gotta be more careful from now on, though. We may not be so lucky next time." "Repeat after me, gentlemen..." Charley coaxed, as he came stomping stiffly up to the reckless pair. "There isn't going to BE a 'next time'!" Squad 51's paramedics cringed and stood there looking like a couple of school boys being taken to task. "I can't hear you..." Charley reminded the men, with a menacing glare. "There isn't going to BE a 'next time'," the pair parroted and continued to avoid any contact with the angry mechanic's narrowed eyes. Seemingly satisfied, the rescue truck's rescuer tossed their Captain the keys and began taking his leave. "Oh" he casually called back over his shoulder, "Before the two of you head off anywhere, you might wanna check out the side compartments..." -------------------------------------------- |
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**************************************** From: "Cory Anda" <andacory@hotmail.com> Date: Wed Oct 16, 2002 4:11 pm Subject: Helping Out Johnny and the others watched Charley depart with a little more fear for his seemingly prophetic comment upon leaving, then they usually had, of him. Cap rubbed his nose, saundered over to a random door of the squad's flanks. And pulled. California kelp oozed out of the rappelling equipment compartment and onto his shoes into a noodled pile. Bonnie started barking at it suspiciously. Cap pursed his lips and said. "Chet, you start on clearing out this litter in here while Roy and John inventory what equipment we still got left.." Hank ordered. "Aww, cap.." Kelly protested. "Aww, nothing. Tell me you know every single item in the paramedic inventory and I'll let you trade places with Gage and DeSoto. Do you? I'm not hearing anything......" "uh,, not really Cap.." Chet mumbled. "I rest my case. Now gentlemen. I suggest we get to work. I don't know about you but I'd rather burn some elbow grease getting our squad compartments here back in order than have station 8's here with Brice and company aboard like they're scheduled to be doing starting at 1300 if we can't be absolutely call ready by then. Catch my drift..?" |
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