Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif
Image of squad51leavingdawn.jpg Image of emergencyburnunispacebig.gif Image of squad51leavingdawn.jpg
Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif
Image of animateddriving.gif
   The Fire Within
   Movie One
Image of animateddriving.gif
Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif

Image of aniblackrain.gif
               Page Twelve
*Attention*- The following casualties are all mock exercise images.

Image of stokesheadclose.jpg Image of suctionmachine.jpg Image of gagelookdownserioustreat.jpg

Gage and Hallie got onto their rig again and began to set up suction and their
intubation equipment along with some cardiac medications. "Just standing
orders?"Johnny nodded at Hallie concerning the resuscitation to come.

"Yeah. No need to call the doc except for an initial patient status." Green
replied. "Age, gender, time since arrest, current findings.." she clarified.
"Anything else can wait until we get there. Our job is just to turn him around.
And fly."

"Like a bird." Johnny promised.  

He looked up as Chet, Stoker, and another pair of ARFFs rushed the stokes
over to them still bearing the arrested man. Gage saw that Roy had set the
defib on automatic recharge and it neatly reached full power by the time the
man was fully loaded into the ambulance.

"I've got this!" Hallie shouted. "Let go of him. I'm going again." she ordered,
picking up the rewarmed up paddles for another delivery. "Clear?" Hallie
asked everyone. Heads bobbed. Then the pixie faced firefighter paramedic  
let loose the second attempt at 400 watts.

The man jerked. Seconds later, though, he remained clinically dead. "D*mn.."
Green swore as Kelly and Stoker swiftly reassumed their places and
restarted urgently active CPR at her nod. She quickly began to prepare an
endotrachael tube for an epinephrine boost.

At the same time, Johnny stooped low to begin finding a viable vein for bicarb.

Gage had just enough time to catch his partner's wave that he was remaining
with Ted to start to assess the other passengers, when an ARFF secured the
doors shut between them with a firm snick. Johnny felt the ambulance start to
move as another ARFF stepped in as their driver to begin the long trip around
the crash scene, heading for the medical center.

::Man, I'm glad that's over. :: Johnny sighed mentally as they were driven past
the still flameless aircraft. Five lime colored engines were aiming foam onto
the jet's outer shell in a ring of ghosty white flower petals while more ARFF crew
split open the top and ends to enter the interior. He saw that they had gotten in
by side ladders to string along charged reel lines. They were searching for
the well reported hidden fire that had as yet, to be discovered ::I really didn't
enjoy all that fuel suddenly bursting into flames right in front of me.:: Gage
grumbled in his head.


In the control tower, Gene Skidwell sighed as the minutes crawled by
without any restarting hint of flames reappearing on runway 24. His Zetron
panel still read a passenger count of 13. He looked up at his companion
controller Mike Porter, with a smirk. "No one's been declared dead yet.
That's a good sign. Isn't it?"

Image of aircontroller1.jpg Image of airportcontroltowersunset.jpg Image of airportcontroltowernight.jpg

Mike was tense, still gripping his pencil as he watched the rescue operation
through closely focused binoculars. "I.. I.. wouldn't know, Boss. To me,
dying of a heart attack on a airplane can't be a good outcome. Especially not
after having that same said airplane suddenly bursting into flames. Man, that
was awful.. Never in my life have I se---" he broke off when he spotted a
familiar looking white light, but in the wrong place on the horizon. "Gene?
Do you see what I see? One o'clock low and it's over water."

Gene grabbed up his own night vision pair and moved to that place in their view.
He blanched.. "Oh, sh*t... What are they doing here? Tracon called off all our
flights. Didn't they hear us?"

Mike Porter knocked over his coffee mug gone cold as he hastily grabbed the
flight channel's out going microphone. "TC to unscheduled flight inbound. I repeat.
Turn away. Do not approach. We've a plane down. Respond please."

Meanwhile, Gene was scrambling with the radar settings. "It's an international.
From Paris.. See?" and he pointed to the blip on their mutual screen. "Still heading
right for us."
Image of aircontrollerspot.jpg

Image of aircontroller2scream.jpg Image of airportradarscreenclose.jpg

Then a voice blistered through static over their ceiling speakers. "##...ermission to land.
Permission to...##

Skidwell read their ident swiftly on the transponder screen. "Concorde 35, what is your
emergency?" he asked numbly, even as Porter quickly jumped onto the hot phone to
call Theresa Ryder.

##...flaps...frozen. Stuck in nine degree declination. Pitching west by southwest..##

Gene's hand slapped down on the Zetron panel, red alert, to everyone wired onto
the system as the concerned pilot continued to report in new information.

Mike was still talking to Theresa in her office when he blanched and dropped the
phone, pointing out the window. The graceful aircraft was severely tail heavy and
headed right for a thousand foot radio antennae at the edge of the airport's infield.

Gene Skidwell snatched up the mic. "To port! Twenty five degrees turn.. Immediate!"

## COLLISION COURSE!  *beep beep* COLLISION COURSE! ## came the
automated warning from the Concorde over their open channel.

The French pilot turned hysterical. "I can't turn! Look I've been trying to tell you that for
the last---"

A bright purple and orange spark fireworked into the wintery night sky as Concorde's wing
clipped a radio tower wire, which sliced off its portside wing.... utterly.

Then the thickly ice-locked airliner nosed straight into the ground at high impact and Gene
closed his eyes. When he opened them again, a huge slow growing fireball was rising
higher than the trees.. And then higher than even them. And he registered something twisted, huge and gray, tumbling directly towards them at two hundred ninety miles
an hour.
Image of airplaneatyou.jpg
Image of pilotthrusterclose.jpg

Image of airplanespedometer.jpg
Image of airplanewindowsfire.jpg
Image of airplanecrashlanding3-ws.jpg
Image of aniplanecrash.gif

Both men ducked under their consoles and began to scream as death flashed nearer.

It was Concorde's front half, mangled beyond recognition, skidding on ground ice,
directly for the vulnerable Control Tower ...and the terminal. It smashed into three
concourse ramps, shoving a fueling passenger plane nose first into the building. Another
plane on resupply standby, was smashed through the end of the main terminal,
leaving behind a massive explosion and inferno which burst clear through the roof.

Concorde ended her long journey with her tail, by twisting into the base of the
control tower, sheering off its power supply that had been connecting it to the rest
of the airport.

Still falling debris from the rest of aircraft tore through the tower's thin dome top
and slender sides, touching off fire and structural collapse as fireball after fireball
around it shot into the night sky with lurid violence.

Within, Mike and Gene were shaken physically, but unharmed.

But then the weakened ceiling came down and they knew no more.

Image of aniburning.gif

Image of airplanejetfire.jpg Image of airplaneconethroughwall.jpg Image of debris.jpg

On runway 24, Joe Rorchek wasn't the only one to spot the initial coming impact. It could
hardly be missed as retinal after images burned through his head. He ducked behind
a firetruck and grabbed for his radio. ##Take cover! Aircraft falling!##

The very ground shook during the crash and ARFF personnel were jolted off their feet
as they watched a second horror at the airport unfold like a sick fever dream from
wherever they were.

When the Control Tower winked black and began turning orange with fire, Joe
rose to his trembling feet. "Holy mother of--"  Then his mind took over his numb body
and he began to issue orders.. ##All units. Red alert. Undeclared Disaster at..." His watering
eyes took in the damage. ".. Main Terminal, Control Tower, and Runway 15R outbuildings!
Regroup! Regroup! All available non-medical units, report to Incident Command

Ambulance One had simply halted in its tracks. Then the radio message came over
their HTs on private band. ##IC to One. Abandon your victim. I repeat abandon. Tag
black and report to IC with all personnel.##

Stunned, but knowing the necessity, Chet, Stoker, Johnny and Hallie all stopped
work and only opened their ambulance when everyone had fully resuited with
fresh air bottles.

They left the business man at the edge of the runway under a tarp, a black tag
staked deep into the freezing ground by his covered head. There it fluttered in the wind
as the ambulance quickly pulled away with its lights flashing as he was left alone
in the dark under the horrific glow of blossoming firelight.

Nobody noticed that the sleet had turned into the lightest of snows, drifting down, almost
peacefully, to cover the landscape. As it did, the outline of bodies began to appear in
the snow.
Image of anifirerise.gif Image of anifirerise.gif
Image of towerrain.gif

Image of aniburn.gif Image of snowfield.gif Image of snowreflection.gif

Subject: Pick Up Sticks..
From:  patti k (
Sent:  Fri 9/11/09 2:31 AM

"Chief?" asked Gage, leaping out of Ambulance One. He
was rubbernecking the horror behind them, but also watching
for walking wounded coming in from the darkness. "Seen
any victims yet?"

Joe quickly asked Johnny his first question. "Did you come
back of your own volition or did you come back because I
ordered you back?" he pegged, almost severely.

Hallie replied, understanding immediately. "We heard you,
Chief." she said with confidence.

"Good. That means OUR repeater tower's not the one that the
plane hit. We still have local communications... EVERYBODY!"
he shouted into his megaphone.. "Everybody listen! This is
what we're gonna do. Fall in a line and start eyeballing our current
and any potentially developing dangerous situations. Find me a
way in to those people that's safe, fast, and with good access to
the outside infrastructure so mutual aid can get in to mobilize.
And so there's equal space for our ambulances to get out. I want
answers in ten minutes. Do not.. I repeat.. do NOT leave this area
until I've approved our tactical attack. Is that understood?"

Holbrook's three companies of hazmat suited firemen, about thirty
in all, agreed and nodded, hurrying to form a line of spotters
along their made safe runway facing the burning terminal, and
control tower locations.

Joe kept speaking to them as all the ARFF fought down varying
degrees of reaction, positive and negative, to the disaster.

"Now CN6541's a lost cause. We're gonna let her burn. There's
very little risk in leaving the aircraft alone unsupervised while she
decomposes, for she's sitting on concrete in a secured area.
We'll meet to discuss all our options at 21: 22 hours. Right here."
he pointed to the snow whitening ground before his truck.
"And may the elements favor us in our work tonight." he shouted
as the wind inside the snowstorm shrieked briefly in a gust.

Murmurs of determination and a few cries of anxiety punctuated
his words, but Joe took them all in and chalked it off as
shock effect and autopilot instincts. He knew that he had
good men under him. And good neighbors. Now all he
needed was a lot of good luck to get through the night
and the coming ugly, cold day.

He waved over Al Martelli. "Get on the horn. Call in everybody
who wants to come in an assist. I don't care if you have
to rouse each municipality mayor and shake him out of
bed. I want a firefighter for every three casualties by
dawn, or there'll be H*ll to pay."

"Aye, chief.." and Martelli headed off to the fire station's
communications room with a rear safety with him in a
spare runway jeep.
Image of airplanenightburn.jpg

Image of alhelmetcutters.jpg Image of chief.jpg Image of airplanecrashnight.jpg

Joe looked over to Ambulance One's four members.
Chet looked quiet, Hallie stricken, Stoker appeared ready for
anything, but Johnny Gage was impatient. He wanted the most
out of anyone to get into action. So Rorchek humored them.
"You guys head over to the medical center and see what you
can do. I know if that building has just minor damage that Chris'll set
up triage and a shelter there. All the medical supplies are right
next door in a locked blue hanger along with the ALS
choppers." Joe said.  "Grab what you need. Here's the key."
he said, passing one over from his belt ring. "Use especially
the triage kits for sharing information."

"We're gone." Gage said, gripping his team's arms in
support and encouragement through his silver gloves as he
quickly pulled them after him towards their ambulance.

Stoker paused before following. "Uh, all right if I
move a pumper over there as a standby? That's gonna
be a real critical area before too long."

"Get it done." Joe replied. "Stay and man it?"

"My pleasure." Mike answered grimly.

"Grab a partner." Joe told him.

"Right away.." Stoker nodded. He was met with a great
show of raised hands. He picked one at random. It was
the captain from Hollbrook who finally joined him.

Joe watched them drive off carefully for the medical center.

Captain Stanley rubbed snow off of his faceplate, thinking.
"What's the range of our hand radioes?"

"Only three hundred yards.." Joe replied in stunned numbness
at the full impact of what had just happened. It was only
now, just beginning to hit him.

"Easy, Joe." Hank said, reaching out to him. "Split up?" Hank
asked, keeping things short and clear.

Joe blinked away hesitation.
"Yes. You take half the companies and set up on the tarmack
in between the medical center and the terminal. There's a lot
of hazards any closer so don't chance it." the silver haired Rorchek

Cap nodded, grabbing another slate board from their command
truck and an extra set of HT batteries for the search and rescue pack
somebody handed to him. "I'll be sure everyone stays in their suits."

"You do that. There were two full sized airliners over there by
the control tower and now they're gone. Bound to be magnesium fires
all over the place on top of the aviation fuel dangers." Joe told him.
"And those were both composite constructed jumbo jets." the
chief reported.

"I'll duct tape test the ground before I set up to find out how large the
hazardous area is. If there are any fibers on the tape when I pick it up,
I'll know I've got a problem and I promise I'll keep everybody moving
outwards until I don't." Stanley capitulated.

"You know your aircraft." Joe nodded grimly.

"Only the ones I fly in. Scenarios always go through my head whenever
I find my self strapped to a flimsy seat in one. What about the Concorde?"
Hank asked, glancing into the void that was somehow blacker than black
where the ground was deeply carbonized. He noticed that fire had gone out
except for the bits on top of any fuel based organic material. ::People::
Cap grimaced. ::Everything else has vaporized or has already been
smothered by the weather.::

"She's done. There's no hope of survivors. Anything moving that fast
in a crash wouldn't favor survival in the least." Joe told him. "So we're
going to concentrate on our buildings in this order: The control tower;
we need to prevent our airspace from being used again, somehow,
by those still unaware of our crises. The density of air traffic in our skies
usually is phenomenal this time of night. Number Two- The terminal; we're
slow and low in crowd numbers but not that low. I expect that structure still
has anywhere from two to three hundred people inside right now."
Image of arffscbaemt.jpg
Image of airportexplosionblock.jpg
Image of airporttruckexit.jpg

Image of stokerjohnroyropesprephighupdark.jpg Image of capchetstokerturnoutshill.jpg Image of airportcarbomb.jpg

The others groaned in dismay and fidgetted inside of their hazmat suits.

Joe held up a glove. "Now luck is in our favor a little bit. The two end
concourses involved were under construction today so I don't expect many
casualties in those areas. Top priority is securing our safety first, shutting off
our utilities second, and doing the most good for the greatest number third. The
planes that were grounded over there weren't occupied by the public. They
weren't scheduled to fly out until morning. At most, there were minimal support
staff resupplying both aircraft and providing maintenance." Rorchek decided.

"How many potentially were inside them?"  Hank asked, planning.

"Maybe four each. A cleaner, someone to restock the commissary,
someone to upholster and organize the seat bins, and the last
would be flushing the sanitary waste tanks." Joe replied.

"How many down below?"  

"One. The refueler. He'd be grounding the aircraft with a wire before
standing by any fuel pump..." Joe bit his lip.. "That's if... any fuel pump
survived all of that.." he fingered over his shoulder. "And if you add
roving security and general stockers and luggage handlers, there could
be up to ten people out on the tarmack per plane, if they were even
out there in this storm, in those hot spots."

"We'll find everybody we can save, Joe. You have my word on that."
Hank told him. "As one firefighter, to another."


In the medical center, Dr. Joanne Almstedt made sure all their outer
doors were shut and barricaded against the outside smoke. "We'll
use the underground entrance ramp doors for any and all patients."
she said to the main lobby at large. She was still shivering inside of
her dark navy parka emblazoned with a red cross. "Steve?" she
called out turning towards the chopper paramedic treating one of
CN's businessmen. He had a cut over his eye and was complaining
of head pain.


"Could you break away for a second and mark that tunnel with light
flashing flatbeds inside so fire rescue can find their new way in okay?"
she asked.

"Sure.." he said. "This one's stable. No dizziness." he told her, passing
off the man's green triage tag.  

She smiled and indicated a chair to the man in the corner away from the
outer windows. "The bus will be right back to take all of you to the hospital."
she said to him, and his still dazed colleagues. "You'll all be fine."

"We want to stay and help out." said one determined executive. He looked
strange in his torn and smoke gritty silk suit, with his hair full of caked fire

Joanne touched his sleeve.
"I'm afraid it's not safe enough for you to stay. But if you leave your
information with my nurse here about who you are and what's bothering
you medically, that'd be wonderful." she beamed, being quietly polite.

The men immediately moved to the reception desk.
Image of airportriage1.jpg

Image of airport-disaster.jpg
Image of airportexplosion.jpg
Image of joannemedic.jpg

Chris was taping up all the cracks in the glass of the windows
in the lobby and the margins along the top, sides and bottoms of doors.
"We've just got to keep all that crap from coming in. We're getting a toxic
atmosphere out there whenever the wind blows this way."

Joanne eyed him up thoughtfully as she moved to a sink to wash
her hands up for her next pair of medical gloves. "Well, I don't
know, Chris.. You're the expert. What do you suggest? We can't just

"I know that. This is absolutely the best place for what's going on.
I'll think of something." said the eldest Rorchek son.

A voice answered from behind him. "How about mylar? It's impermeable
to most gases. And we've rolls of it in the medical supply hanger."
It was Flight Paramedic Steven Beck, returned from his entrance
marking mission.

Chris beamed. "Perfect.. Then anybody conscious we bring in here to treat,
can't see out and get any worse."

"Chris, are you trying to be funny?" Joanne asked seriously.

"No, doctor. I- I'm being practical. I know what large scale incidents
like this do to people. I worked Three Mile Island, remember?" he replied.

Steven Beck nodded yes.

Joanne's tight expression softened then, in sympathy. "I had no idea."

"Yes, well, uh,...that's over. What's next?" Chris asked. "I've already called
my d--  uh, the chief ..and he wants me to be the Supply Officer.  Can you take
over as Triage Head?" he asked her.

"I will. Steve, wanna help out and direct the other paramedics when they start
coming in with patients?"

"You don't have to ask, I was just about to suggest that." Beck said, pursing his
lips in stress. "Nobody knows this building and its contents better than I."

Joanne paused for a beat. Then she nodded her head. "Yeah, that's true. You
DO know better than me." she agreed. Dr. Almstedt clapped her hands together.
"Okay, let's get to work, people. We've got a lot to do to get this lobby and adjoining
waiting room prepared. I'll make out a list of what I want and where. First priority is
hanging that d*mn*d mylar."
Image of triagetag.jpg

Image of stevenbeckclose.jpg Image of airportfryfire.jpg Image of joannecrash.jpg

Chris suddenly looked pale. "Oh, crap.." he muttered.

Steve and Joanne, noticed.
"What?" they both asked at the same time.

"I.....just remembered what building's at our backs." he minced worriedly.

Joanne recalled suddenly, her eyes getting big. "Ohhhh,.. don't tell me.."

"Yes, the fuel depot." Rorchek replied. "I think I'd better go check
that hanger out for trouble spots."

"Bring a radio with you. I'll be monitoring.." Steve sighed, tossing him
a spare that he had scrounged up.

Joanne thought of something else. "What about our power? Will the fire
department be turning off our utilities for safe keeping?"

"No, the med center's a critical area. If it's found safe enough, we'll
be the last place allowed to go black." Rorchek shared.

"That's good." replied the doc. "It's really hard to do surgery by flashlight."
she muttered.


Outside, Captain Stanley got his assignment and his plan
of action approved by the chief. It had changed from the
original. He was now heading a search and rescue party.
He had gathered together ten other firemen under his wing,
all crammed into one of Code Red's Oshkosh crash trucks.
Now they were rolling into the red zone for a little reconnaissance.

As he eyed the damage, he began to feel vulnerable. ::Just what
have we gotten ourselves into here? How do we even begin?::
he thought, seeing almost complete destruction surrounding him.
Only the shell of the powerless control tower remained intact outside
the main building.

Then Hank saw many, many people. Far more than what
had been estimated by the chief, through the cracked or missing
glass of the main terminal. Only a few were still moving, feebly.
Everyone was covered in blood. And no one, ..was standing.

::Oh my G*d.:: Hank thought to himself. ::We have to get in there.::
Image of joannecrashclose.jpg

Image of ff18.jpg
Image of capgiveorderclose.jpg
Image of ff23.jpg
Image of animatedtorch.gif Image of anismokeuplight.gif
Image of planeintoairportterminal.jpg

Subject: Ad Hoc..
From:  patti k (
Sent:  Sat 9/12/09 10:45 AM

The door from the underground garage ramp connecting
to the medical center's lobby, opened.

Inside rushed Roy DeSoto and Ted Rorchek, in full scba gear.
Together, they had been checking the exterior of the medical
center building for signs of any damage.

There had been none past the cracked glass due to concussions
from the initial explosions that they could find.

"Integrity's intact. No fires." DeSoto reported. Then he noticed the
bright orange vest labelled Triage Head that Joanne was slipping on
from a triage kit. "How many of us paramedics do you want to stay back
here to help you?"

"None." Almstedt said, still organizing medical center staffers to tape
and seal off windows. "You fellas'll be a lot more effective being part
of the search and rescue crews. I'll have help from Stony Brook
Hospital's ER Department flooding in before you know it. They've already
left to come here in full regalia along with a fleet of ambulances from
the surrounding communities."

"Fair enough." said Ted Rorchek. "I've fitted the bus driver with an air
bottle and he found himself a fire proof maintenance jacket. I've sent him to
shuttle all the personnel he can find out there outside of the danger zone
to bring to the evacuation center here. He's got a ham radio on board and
can talk to all of his coworkers who have short waves."

"It's a smart plan." Roy said, watching Rags Harris and Marco Lopez begin an
interior safety sweep of the medical center. "I'm sure the airport
manager will want to know pretty quick who's safe and who's not with her
employees working out there in the air field."

Marco waved a hand at DeSoto. "We'll be back in ten minutes, I wanna check
their fire panel, and the boiler room."
Image of ragsharriscloseturnoutoutside.jpg

Image of royjohnnyturnoutrampartwitholdlady.jpg Image of marcohelmethouseclose.jpg Image of ff33.jpg

Rags added another idea. "We're going to look at those office spaces
along the outer walls for injuries."

Joanne raised her hand. "Uh, there aren't any, boys." she said. "We used the
intercom system and got everybody to report in here for a head count. I also had
everybody who had window damage shut their doors."

"Oh, fine then." Harris said. "We'll be right back, Roy." he said as Marco flanked
him with a dangling air mask on standby. "Our radios are tuned to your med
channel, ma'am. Hail us if you need us."

Johnny Gage and Hallie Green arrived with Chet, but empty handed.

Roy looked up. "Where's our heart attack victim?"

Kelly just shook his head minimally. "We were ordered into strict triage mode."

Dr. Almstedt's eyes flashed. "Yeah, well not in here. We're going to be working
ALL non breathers who come in, seeing as we're not on the front lines of
this operation. We've plenty of help."

A sharp blast of a fire apparatus air horn from outside grabbed their attention.
It was Mike Stoker along with his fire captain placing themselves into position
as a safety between the red zone and the medical center. The Holbrook captain
thumbed a radio mike. ##What's the status in there structurally?##

"We're pretty sure it's safe, cap." Roy replied using his talkie. "Just making sure."

##Fair enough. We'll start cooling down this concrete at the fire's edge to give
you guys a larger buffer. Staying on live speaker. Okay, let's go, Mike.## he said
to Stoker, who was driving the Oshkosh expertly. ##Use water on the turret. We'll
save our foam for rescuing situations only. We've got a big tank but not as large
as what we're probably going to need before the other trucks get here to take over.##

##Yes, sir. Priming roof turret on auto, half aperature on straight spray.## Mike confirmed.
##I think that wind's picking up.##

Johnny Gage had noticed that chatter. "A snowstorm?"

"Yeah." said Hallie. "And it's shaping up to be a real bad one." she said. Then she
looked up as an airport maintenance crew using a forklift suddenly appeared with a
slew of spare fire department air bottles, stokes, and other sophisticated
force entry tools into the garage ramp that they could see through the windows.
"Ah, chief.. I think I love you." she grinned. "Come on, let's go."
she said to the others, heading for that pallet of gear.

Rags and Lopez joined her after giving a thumbs up about the boiler room and fire
alarm system to Beck. Roy, Johnny, Hallie, Ted, Chris and Chet linked up to head
towards the above ground pedestrian tunnel which led to the blacked out main terminal.
Gage lifted his radio, hailing Stanley. "Cap? We're set. The med center's a green.
We're heading into the effected main building to start our search, left to right pattern,
each room." he said, flicking on a high intensity torch light.

##Ten-Four, Team Two. Head to the east end wing to start. We're seeing a lot of
victims through the windows. ## Hank replied. ## I'm taking Team One to the vicinity
immediately outside to begin searching those parked planes that were hit.##

"What about the control tower?" Johnny asked. "We know there were at least two
people up there."

Stanley was way ahead of him.
##The chief's got three trucks headed that way for a ground attack to secure
the area around that base. Once they're done, I want two of you to go in and conduct
a thorough search. The airport manager said that only those two men were up there since
everything was shut down air traffic business wise for the tower for the duration of Runway
24's incident. I'm sending in four men with me to join up with the rest of you, working from
the other end of the terminal. More search crews from Holbrook are on their way.##

"10-4, Cap. We'll keep you updated." Johnny replied, intensely focused and already
sweating.  Quickly, the eight firefighters organized into pairs, laden with all the equipment
they could carry with them.
Image of royhtscbascared.jpg

Image of rjscbakickdowndoorclose.jpg Image of capcloseground.jpg Image of rjscbastringinghose.jpg

Subject: Breaker 1-9, Got Your Ears On??
From:  patti k (
Sent:  Thu 10/01/09 10:34 PM

Rags and Marco reported in to the others.

"Everything's okay in the utility room." Harris said as Marco
repeated the information on the main incident channel. "And
we found these." he said, brandishing plastic coated location

"Groovy!" said Chet, grabbing a few rolls. "I'll just bet one of
these will show us the way into the control tower. It's bound
to be a subterranean tunnel.."

"Yep. There is one. But it's right underneath all that fire. It may
not be passable." Ted Rorchek shared, checking his air regulator's
remaining supply.

"It's worth a shot to try that first." said Roy through his face plate.
"Above ground's too hot to support life right now."

Lopez spoke clearly. "Med Center to IC. We're clear with full
power. All systems: water, gas and electrical are showing nominal."
He caught Chris Rorchek's thumbs up about the results of his scouting
run. "And the small aircraft fuel repository hanger is not a risk."

##10-4, Med Center. That's one big load off my mind. How's the doc's
shaping up?## replied Joe.

"She's well supported. Relief staff's already been notified to report in
from area hospitals." Lopez shared.

##Good to hear. Shift all future communications to Stanley. He's at
a new site between the terminal and your triage and he'll be running your
operations.  Secondary ARFF teams have been called and will be
deployed to your location to assist ASAP.##

"We copy new IC2." said Marco, spotting a familiar ring of support and attack
trucks forming outside of the debris field around Cap's lime colored engine.
"10-4." he said, as he and the others hurried in their scba and airbottles,
carrying their silver hazmat suits with them, draped over their arms.
Image of airportfireengines.jpg

Image of joeanothermanturnouttalk.jpg Image of marcosidehelmetclose.jpg Image of ragstedinhazmat.jpg

Chris Rorchek added more information. "Chief, everyone's activated their
P.A.S.S. and GPS beacons. You should have no trouble tracking our
movements in here, or the lack of them, if we find ourselves in a rough spot."



In the Airport Fire Station, Engineer Al Martelli was manning a short wave radio
panel that patched in both the FD's handy talkies and all airport personnel's ham
radios into one console. He had three speakers on live feed as he held the
hot phone receiver to one of his ears. "Yeah, we're practically dead in the water
even with four companies' men. I'm seeing four planes, and most of a main
building fully involved on my camera, including our control tower. So gimme
all you got and spread the word!" he said to a local police station. "Patchogue?
Yeah. Bring em in. What part of an alert 3.. times four, don't ya understand?!
I don't care how ya do it, just get everybody here!" and then he slammed down
the crisis phone with a bang.

Al's backup ARFF firefighter was from Holbrook. And he was a short distance
away, prowling, inside of his scba, making sure the integrity of the communications
room was still solid. "We've no jarred window frames and all fuses are still on."

Martelli blinked cold sweat out of his eyes. "I kind of figured that. I don't
hear no alarms going off from the furnace room." Finally, he yanked off his fire
helmet and set it onto the paper strewn counter in front of him. "Sophie would
be barking if that were happening."

"Is she a search dog?"   The Holbrook fireman wanted to know.

"Sayyyy. That's a good idea..." said Al, suddenly getting up and opening an
outer side door. "Go on, girl. Go to the chief.." he ordered. "Go work off
that supper."

The lanky Dalmatian eagerly ran out onto the snowy runway outside
the station, making a beeline straight and unwavering for the first fire truck
cluster by runway 24A.

Martelli sighed as he resealed the door and made sure the smoke couldn't
get in. "Well, that takes care of her."

"But not us, I'm afraid." the dark haired Italian firefighter said.

"What do ya mean?" Martelli asked, taking his center seat again to
monitor the phones.

His helper shrugged minutely.
"Your chief was wrong. One's not enough for doing everything at this end.
Do you need a hammie to help out? I'm pretty good."

"Are you a --?" Martelli asked.
Image of dalmationoutside.jpg

Image of alcloseserious.jpg Image of dsc00007.jpg Image of gregclose.jpg

"Yeah I'm an Elmer. I even got a tower network set up at home." he said.

Martelli whistled appreciatively. "Wish we had that kind of budget."

But the other fireman wasn't listening.
"Hmmm, we have to fix this rig of your station's or we're going to stay
elephant and people are going to start to die."

"Elephant?" mumbled Al.

"Yeah, looks like we can hear a lot farther than we can transmit." Then he
tore off a damp fire glove and offered his hand to the resident curly haired
fireman."Lt. Greg Hicks.. nice to meet you,..uh...."

"Al.. or Martelli. I don't care which." said the fire engineer.

Holbrook fire nodded once.
"Okay. Al's faster. Now who do you got on so far?" Hicks rushed. "I only
heard part of what you were doing earlier."

Al took Greg's hand in return and smiled limply with incredulous
amazement. "Just a tarmack bus driver."

"Good start. He's one who'll be able to get to a lot of places for us." said Hicks
happily. Greg swung a chair around backwards and made a few adjustments to
Al's board. Then he grabbed the ham mike and thumbed the talk button."Bus ham.
This is FD. I got ya on full quieting. Talk to me." And then he cleared the panel
with a tone to reset the repeating timer.

The bus driver outside immediately accepted the permission to talk.
## FD, I'm afraid I'm homebrew with a boat anchor. But I'll do what I can.
I treat my rice box like a lover. FD, where should I take the injured? I found
five so far. None are bad, just shaken a little.##

"Drop them off at the med center!" said Hicks. "Then go scouting again. But do
not. I repeat do NOT cross over any charged fire hoses. They're lifelines to our
fireboys inside all those flames."

There was a long pause over the airwaves.
##Fires are ugly bastards. Don't they ever go out on their own? Gotcha
about the no thuds. Say listen, I'm gonna try a scatter to the control tower. Their
whole roof up there is one great big antennae farm. I think the ionosphere is low
enough tonight to bounce. I might be able to reach them even though they ain't
got no power past that WOLF generator. I'll run California kilowatt if I have to.##

"No." said Hicks over the air. "You can't risk burning out."

The bus driver was contrite, and surprised. ##But FD,...I- I have to know if
those fellas are okay or not. They're my friends.##

"They'll be found soon. We've a team heading there right now." Al promised.
"Save your signal for us! You're our only relay link with our non-firefighters,

The tough accented New Yorker grunted.
##Yeah, yeah. I guess I know that now. Okay, that's cool. Oh! FD. I'm making a
hard turn. I'm gonna haveta put down my mic for a few to unload all of these hurt
people once I circle around.##

Greg was mad about having a maverick lid on their hands. It showed in his voice.
"You do that! Priority! And get everybody's name and a headcount after each
trip and report them back to me." said Hicks. "Respect that firefighter with you,
and absolutely respect ALL of our hang time. We're running a pileup over here."
he spoke about the busy communications traffic Martelli was fielding.

##Roger wilco. I'll be making a trip. And by the way? I can beef up this breadboard.
I got a digipeater from the candy store just last week.## said the scared bus driver.
##And yes, I'll avoid further ragchewing like this.## Then the ham channel was filled
with nothing but a choppy amplifier sound as the driver got ready to set down his

"Where's my Rettysnitch?" Hicks growled at their tarmack informant.

##Not there, old man.## laughed the bus driver. ##DSW for now.##

Greg hit the tone button just for spite.

"What th--?" Al asked, thoroughly confused by Greg's anger and
by all the inside jargon that he couldn't understand.

"Nothing." Greg said, twisting knobs and dials on his part of the radio panel.
"Just talking to myself. It helps me to think." Greg bit a sweaty lip and tasted
fire foam. "Hear that?"

"You mean that staticky warble?" Martelli asked.

Hicks nodded, frowning. "He's picket fencing. I sure hope that patchwork
transceiver of his can be boosted like he claims and last all night." said Greg.

"You have some doubts about that?" Al said, eyeing up the security camera
screens again that were showing the disaster scene.

Greg eyed up his companion firefighter. "No. If anything,..our contact is tenacious.
I think we can count on him."

"We're gonna have to." Al said no nonsense.
Image of hamradioscanner.gif
Image of planefirewater.jpg

Image of airportmockrunway1.jpg Image of ham.jpg Image of airportfiremanresponding.jpg

Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif
Image of anifallingleaves.gif
Click the blowing leaves
    to go to Page Thirteen

Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif
Image of animateddriving.gif
   The Fire Within
   Movie One
Image of animateddriving.gif
Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif
Image of squad51leavingdawn.jpg Image of emergencyburnunispacebig.gif Image of squad51leavingdawn.jpg
Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif Image of firebaranimated.gif
<BGSOUND src="Colorpulse-JohnBoswell-MoonZither.mp3" LOOP=INFINITE>