Chapter 3: Code I-Don't-Think-So-Either
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"Gil, you're doing it all wrong."
"Look, I know what I'm doing, Johnny. I've done this a few times before you know."
"I'm still senior to you in this. And you need to be more careful or –." The thump of the broken limb against the table interrupted Johnny's admonition.
"Uh, medic?" Gil called, drawing Dixie's attention toward the suddenly dismayed paramedics.
"What's going on, guys?"
"It was an accident. I think his arm is broken."
Dixie peered down at the figure, noting his still-smiling face. "I think you're right."
"Does this qualify as a Code I?"
"Uh, I don't think so."
"Why not, Dixie? He's a fireman," protested Gil.
"That's right. He's got a fire helmet and everything. And he was on scene at the time of the incident," Johnny added, pointing out the burns on the house.
"He's a gingerbread fireman, Gil," Dixie said firmly. "And just because your gingerbread house is a bit burnt, Johnny, doesn't mean it's a fire scene."
"So, if he's not a Code I, what is he?" Gil asked, watching as she picked up the broken gingerbread pieces.
"I'd say a Code D," Dixie said with a smile after sampling the cookie.
"Code D, Dix?"
"Delicious, Johnny, delicious."
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