"Danny what happened?" Stella asked as she hung up her cell phone. "I heard about the police building catching on fire."
"Mac's still in there." Danny sniffed. "You know how…" Tears flooded his eyes. "He gets…" he sniffed again. Stella put her arm around his shoulder.
"He's smart he'll get himself out of there."
"But what if…" Danny's sniffing continued. "I'm worried."
"Stella, Danny what happened?" Asked Hawkes as he looked at the now blazing building.
"Fire," Danny pointed out the obvious.
"We think that someone set the fire." Said one of the firemen as he raced by them.
"Who would do such a thing?" Said officer Jamerson, shaking his head. "What could be so important to hide in there?" Stella thought about what he said, to hide…oh no not…that can't be where…. shaking off the thoughts, she looked at Danny who was still sobbing sitting in the grass. But what if that was the place where Chantelle was….I mean Mac didn't tell us but….I just….what if he was the target of the fire….what if Danny's right and he's still in there, hurt maybe even….Don't think that her gut told her. He got out and is looking for you guys…
"Are you guys ok? I heard about the explosion on the radio. I got here as fast as I could." Don bent down to check on Danny. When Danny looked up at him, Don asked. "Where's Mac?" Danny still shaken pointed to the building. "He's still inside." Danny just nodded. "What how can that be?"
"We don't know for sure, but he's missing." Stella added.
"What do you mean missing? How?"
"Last time I saw him…" Danny sniffed. "He was going down…" another sniff. "To booking."
"There's nothing down there." Hawkes called. "Is there?" Flack swallowed. He raced up to the yellow tape and when he thought no one was looking he went under the tape. He raced up the steps to the building's door, well what was let of it. A firefighter met him with his arms held out to stop him.
"No one goes in there, sir."
"My friend's still in there. I have to find him."
"It's too dangerous for you or anyone. We will send someone into there to look for him but…."
"But what…. get in there and find him before it's….before it's to late…."
The fireman just watched as Don wiped his hand down his face. I hate to tell this guy but it is too late, anyone still in there well let's just say they were burnt to a crisp. There's no way someone who survive that.
"Almost there." Angel sighed. "Last ones." With a grunt Angel lifted her box and carried it across the small room.
"I can't do anymore.." Mac complained. "More…more smoke…is seeping in here."
"We better hurry then." Angel wasn't giving up. She had worked to hard to give up now. She was determined to find a way out of there. "I see it…"
"See what?"
"A door, and maybe a way out of here." All of a sudden Mac had a burst of energy. He picked up his step and quickly got the last of the boxes out of the way. What got into him all of a sudden? The thought that maybe we would get out here. I just hope that whatever is behind that door is nothing like…. Angel sighed. But that's the only way we can go so whatever we face
Mac picked up a big box and sure enough there was a door standing in front of him.
After getting rid of the box he had, he stared at the door. Wow she was right…there is a door….there is fresh air… he looked back at the gray smoke starting to enter the tiny room. He pulled on the door but it was stuck.
"I can't get it opened. It's stuck."
"Let's both try to pull at it." Suggested Angel as she stepped up behind him. She placed her hands on top of his and they both pulled with all their strength. The door flung open with a loud pop. Both Mac and Angel lost their footing and tumbled backwards onto the bed. After getting to his feet Mac held out his hand to help Angel up.
"Sorry, I didn't know."
"The smokes getting worse. Let's go." She headed straight for the wide open door. "It looks like a tunnel of some sort." She placed her hands on the side of the walls. She felt the coolness and the wetness. This is a tunnel to the sewer isn't it? Great fun at least it will be cool down here. "It leads out into more tunnels." Angel turned to face detective Taylor but she didn't see him. She saw him looking at something in the distance.
"Detective this way."
"I heard someone coming."
"What there's no one."
"It's…." something hit the floor and smoke filled the room. Angel gagged. She covered her mouth and nose with the bottom of her shirt. She could only see a shadow standing over something. It was taller then the detective and hat a hat on. A fireman maybe but he was helping them, he was just standing there. She tried to look down at the ground where the man stood. What is he looking at? The detective. She blinked her eyes. I can't see anything in this smoke. I can hardly breath. We have to get out of here.
"The jobs done." She thought she heard the man in the hat say and then he just walked away. She bent down, crawling on the floor. She saw something laying in front of her. No it can't be. It was the limb body of detective Taylor. She touched him. He didn't move. We are going to get out of here. Hold on. She dragged him by the arms to the tunnel. It's too dark to see anything but…I have to do this. She closed her eyes. That way I wont be to scared. I'll just think I'm sleep walking. She dragged the detective's body a bit farther then closed the door. "There we are safe." She touched the detective face. "Come on wake up." She placed her hand on his neck, trying to find any signs of life.