Women's Care Clinic
225 East 64th Street
Wednesday, January 20th

*Bang* the door of a white Ford/Utilimaster USPS truck opened, and mail carrier Mavis Lancing grabbed some letters and a foot and a half by foot and half brown cardboard box, she tossed the letters on top of the box and picked it up. Her dark blue USPS parka and weatherproof pants, and knit hat, glimmered slightly in the cloudy day, as a light snow fell. She walked though a glass door, 'Women's Care Clinic' was printed on it in golden paint.

"Hello, Julie;" Yelled mail carrier, Mavis Lancing. She walked in carrying a large cardboard box. "Who's the box from?" Asked Julie, the receptionist. "You guys, returned for a non-existent address and insufficient postage." "You'll need at least 6 of those forever stamps to resend it;" Informed Mavis, setting the box down on Julie's desk. "Huh?" said Julie. "What?" Asked Mavis setting down the rest of their mail. "I don't recall this being sent out;" Said Julie, looking at the box. "Don't know what to tell you;" Shrugged Mavis. "Maybe someone here put that down to make sure someone got it, it won't fit in any normal mailbox;" pointed out Mavis. "So you and your boyfriend?" Smirked Julie. "No;" Blushed Mavis, walk backwards to the door. "I don't put pressure on Thumper, it can scare him off;" She continued. "Ah;" Said Julie, pulling out a utility knife. She cut the top panels open, and lifted the flap. "MAVIS!" Screamed Julie, Mavis turned standing at the doorway. *BBOOOOM* Mavis was blown though the door and against the side of her truck. Oww; She groaned.

Nee Nar! Nee Nar! An EMI Land Rover / Angloco flatbed truck turned on the street hearing the explosion. "This is EMI Unit 33, we've had a major explosion on East 64th Street!" Yelled the driver into the radio mic. WRRRRRWWRRRRR WRRRRRRR! Screamed a FDNY ladder and pumpers as they roared to the scene. NYPD squad cars started arriving, ESU's bomb squad. "Jesus Christ!" Said Matt stepping out of his EMI pick up. An EMI Ford Transit minibus, loaded with workmen. "Get some beams on that loose wall, and roof, and get these civilians out of here!" Shouted Matt. Several of them nodded, running to get to work. Several fire fighters sprayed a ruptured gas line that was burning. Matt walked over to them. "That a gas line?" He asked them, looking at it. "Think so, cap;" Said the lead firefighter. "Our Freaking luck;" Grumbled Matt walking away. "Dispatch get me PSG out to this location ASAN;" Radioed Matt. "10-4 EMI/FDNY 3" Responded the dispatcher. Then he noticed the mail van sitting damaged, windows blown out, dust settled on it.

He thought for a second… Yeah, I deliver mail from East 59th to East 70th;" Said Mavis. "Lot of medical places along there;" Commented Matt; "So you're really going out with him [points at Thumper, a coworker.] "Yeah;" Said Mavis.

Matt face dropped putting two and two together; he walked around to the other side of the truck nearer to the building. "Mavis?" He asked, seeing a person in a postal uniform lying on the ground.\

ASAN - As Soon As Now.

I'm going to point this out before I forget... I do not Own Law and Order SVU, Chacters, the City of New York, Dick Wolf owns the first two, and the City owns the last one.

The East Midlands... name comes from the 2001 UK Film 'The Navigators' made by Ken Loach.

Also Note: All people in this story are being used in a FICTIONAL persona, while names, descriptions, religions, race, gender, place of education, etc may be similar to a living or deceased persons, this is NOT an accurate portrayal of said person.

Thank you for reading... ~The Navigators.