------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vince Howard waited for Stanley to meet him outside the debris field. A few seconds later, the news the officer shared, had shaken Hank anew. Captain Stanley took one look at Howard's squad car, blanched at something he saw inside of it, and then he snapped out an order. "Guys, we're not leaving this scene in the usual way." he said as Marco, Roy and Stoker silently gathered up Chet's body from where it sprawled awkwardly in the place where he had died. "This has become more than a just retrieval. I- I want a family out there to know, that absolutely everything possible today, has been done.." he said, pointing out to the treatment area, where Dixie and Red sat holding each other's icy hands. His eyes flowed unabashed. "I want them to know that one small comfort. It's the one thing, we CAN do." DeSoto was still numb. "Cap, I don't understand.." Hank helped him to his feet. "Roy. Go uncover him. Take your jacket back. No way are we going to rack up a huge useless ambulance transportation bill, for a newly grieving family." "Family? Cap? They had time to get here?" asked Lopez, stunned. "These folks are different. I'll explain later." Hank whispered. "Let's get moving." Gage set his mouth into a firm unreadable line. "I'll get the supplies going." Roy suddenly understood what Stanley was planning, and approved. "I'll start on him. Johnny, is the O2 apparatus nearby?" "Yeah. I'll be with ya in a sec. Gonna get the EKG monitor from Brice." Mike's eyes lit up in sharp, sad understanding. "Give me two minutes and I'll be ready to roll out." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Station 51 started Chet Kelly's code immediately. Keeping up CPR in a full resuscitative effort, they loaded Chet up into the stokes, continuing to deliver paddle shocks. They administered medications as accurately and quickly as they could through his endotrachael tube that was taped solidly into place, in between the light breaths Marco delivered by ambu bag. Each shock became a stab into their own hearts when they finally heard the strained, almost voiceless cries from Red as she ran toward them. They rushed by as she fell headlong into the sharpest, freshest grief anyone could ever possibly know. The loss of a soul mate. They didn't remember lifting up Chet's still form to the hose bed on top of the engine. They only briefly motioned to Dr. Morton, to join them, with Cap secretly slipping him the initial hopeless strip of asystole they had obtained inside the ruined hole. Morton did so, donning a fire jacket and helmet for safety from a passing fireman. Mike didn't miss a beat, falling into the act of mercy smoothly, acting as a doctor should, for the entire lights and sirens Ward engine trip into Rampart.