" That sounds close"

"Hey Kidd, can you do me a favor?" Casey was standing next to the Truck on the apparatus floor.

"Sure" Stella nodded her head. "What is it Lieutenant?"

"I need a full inventory of the rig, first shift made a mess of it." He was obviously pissed. "Call the guys and make them help you."

Kidd turned and walked towards the doors to the house as she suddenly froze when she heard gunshots. She looked at Casey. "You better tell main about this, that sounds close"

Casey spoke into his radio as he heard her yelling: "CASEY! THEY ARE COMING!"

He saw several gangbangers running towards the firehouse. His eyes widened, he ran towards the doors and tried to close them in time. But he could see that it was already too late. "Go, get Boden" He told Kidd and she started running.

Casey tried to speak to main over radio.

"You move and we'll shot you and give me that fucking radio or I'll ram it into your ass!" Four gangbangers had entered the apparatus floor and put their guns towards Casey and Kidd.

"What else do you need?" Casey looked towards the gangbangers and realized that one of them had a gunshot wound in his right side.

"Let me use my radio and I'll call…"

"Man shut the fuck up, I won't tell you again" He aimed his gun at Casey, who moved a few steps backwards with his hands in the air.

"Come on, we're going inside!" The guy who seemed like the leader of the gang pushed Stella and Casey to the doors. "Move, move, move!"

Suddenly the doors opened and Hermann, Mouch, Capp and Tony entered the floor. "What the hell is this?" Hermann yelled.

"This ain't no drill, old man. Let me see your hands" One gangbanger aimed is gun on them.

But Hermann was uninhibited by his move.

"We are a firehouse, pal! What the heck do you think you're doing?!"

"Get a grip!" The gangbanger tried to intimidate Hermann with his gun. "I don't want to hear another word!"

"HEY! Everybody stay calm!" Boden had entered the floor.

"Are you in charge, man?"

"I am"

The gangbanger aimed his gun at Boden.

"I'll ask again: Are YOU in charge, man?!"

"Well, you got the gun."

"We ain't looking for no trouble, man. Just a place to lay low for a minute. You show respect, we show respect. Then we slide out. Snatch them cells and radios!"

The rest of the gangbangers took all cells and radios and tossed them on the table in the common room. The others followed him with their hostages.