AN: This "Patrol Log" occurs some time after Chapter 8 of "The Life and Times of the Heroes of Europe." And as a reminder, this doesn't occur during "Guys' Day Out," since that story only takes place over an afternoon.
To yellow 14: Kagami would definitely be the suspicious one out of the Heroes of Paris!
To StarDaPanda225: Kagami really would gut you if you hurt her friends!
It was a little after ten, and Sent-Bee was jogging down the street as fast as she could, Bee-atrice hanging out of the carrying pouch on the front of her uniform, trying to keep up with Multiplice. She could tell Multiplice was hanging back significantly, and while on a certain level she appreciated it, she couldn't help the feeling of insult that came along with it. She used to be Queen Bee! She was one of the heroes who took down Mayura! She used to swing from building to building; with her top she could keep up with Ladybug herself! And although she had proven herself on multiple occasions despite her lack of powers, she was still as likely to be a liability as an asset on patrols.
If Killer Bee were to show up in front of her right now, Sent-Bee would probably punch her halfway to the moon!
After ripping the miraculous from her stupid, ugly, two-tone hair, that is.
"–And I'm really glad Ivan and I have History together this year," Multiplice was saying, clasping her hands in front of her. "Last year it really wasn't my favorite subject, but Ivan has an amazing memory for dates – this year he still remembered the anniversary of the first day we ever kissed!"
Sent-Bee smirked. "Didn't you remember it, too?"
Multiplice blushed. "I mean… of course I do. But I didn't think he would, three years later." She sighed, smiling happily.
Sent-Bee shook her head in amusement. "Why am I surrounded by such sappy romantics?" she wondered. Bee yipped happily, and she scratched behind the puppy's ears.
Multiplice giggled. "Is the great Chloe Bourgeois jealous?"
Sent-Bee frowned, her eyes narrowed. "I can still buy you and sell you back to yourself a dozen times over, Haprèle!" Multiplice's eyes widened nervously, and Sent-Bee snorted. "I'm just messing with you."
Multiplice's response was cut off by the grinding sound of screeching brakes.
Both heroes whipped around just in time to watch a sedan careen out of a side street, barely making the turn onto their street before veering onto the sidewalk straight at them. The horn blared. "Catch it!" Sent-Bee screamed, simultaneously diving off the sidewalk into the street and rolling to land on her side instead of on Bee. Behind her, Multiplice dove in the opposite direction while throwing out her jump rope to loop around the car. She didn't throw it far enough, however, and only caught it around the front passenger's side wheel, pulling the car off-course and straight into an apartment building's wall. The sound of rending metal cut through the silence. "Shit!"
The car's entire front end had crumpled down like an accordion, though the passenger compartment appeared to be intact. Sent-Bee was on her feet in moments, dropping Bee out the bottom of her carrying pouch and running over to the car. Multiplice was already there, staring at the damage with a horrified look in her eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands. "I–I–"
Sent-Bee grabbed the smaller girl by the shoulders and spun her around to face her, shaking roughly. "Hey, I need you to focus!" she shouted.
"I caused this!" Multiplice shrieked.
"Panicking isn't going to fix it!" Sent-Bee retorted, emphasizing each word sharply. "I need you! They need you! Now are you a mouse hero, or just a mouse?" she demanded. Multiplice's eyes focused in on Sent-Bee's face. Sent-Bee patted her cheek. "That's better. Now I need you to check on the occupants." She watched Multiplice stumble over to the car, Bee-atrice padding along at her heels, and use Multitude before she finally acknowledged the voice that had been chirping at her through the communicator since the car first appeared. "Both of us are okay, Turing," Sent-Bee reported briskly, "but we need emergency services at our location immediately."
While the robot placed the call, Sent-Bee turned to survey the scene. The building that the car had slammed into appeared to still be stable, though it looked like the front of the car had crushed at least a few of the bricks to dust and plowed straight through the wall. Inside the car was a small family – two parents and a girl of no more than eight. The traffic on the street hadn't been overly light before the accident, but a definite traffic jam was starting to form. "Stupid rubbernecking dimwits," grumbled Sent-Bee, as Turing reported that he had gotten through to emergency services.
"Unfortunately, they report that they will not be here for at least ten minutes," Turing announced. "They are dealing with several other incidents around the city as well at the moment."
Sent-Bee groaned. "Fine. Patch me through." The communicator beeped, and Sent-Bee immediately heard a woman's voice.
"Unfortunately we just don't have the resources to get someone there any sooner," the dispatcher's voice said apologetically.
"Excuse me?" demanded Sent-Bee. "You're going to just let these people lie here when they could be injured – maybe even dying!?"
"Who is this?"
She smirked on hearing the woman's confusion. "You're talking to Sent-Bee, one of the heroes on the scene. I assume you know who my father is?"
"Um… yes, Mlle Bourgeois." The dispatcher cleared her throat. "But as I was saying, the ambulance service is stretched thin just now because of a pileup on the highway."
She scoffed and checked inside the car where Multiplice clones were scurrying up and down the victims, checking their vital signs. Two clones were standing on the mother's shoulders on opposite sides, supporting her neck. "This family is seriously injured here and you're not going to do anything? So are you telling me that in this entire city we don't have another ambulance, fire truck, police car? Hell, at this point I'll take a goddamn prison transport!" Bee-atrice nuzzled up against Sent-Bee's leg, and she bent over, idly rubbing the puppy's head.
"The woman's neck might be broken," reported Multiplice over the communicator. "I can hold her neck steady for now, but I'm on a timer here. Only a little more than four minutes."
"You hear that?" Sent-Bee demanded. The traffic situation was worsening, and she stepped off the sidewalk, withdrawing a flashlight from her belt. When Bee started to follow, she pointed back at the car, and Bee-atrice bounded over to stand guard next to the passenger-side door. "The clock is ticking! Now there are apartment buildings all up and down this block, so you're going to locate whatever doctor or nurse or EMT or veterinarian lives the closest, kick them out of bed, and get them over here to help us out! The two of us might be heroes, but there's only so much we can do for broken bones and neck injuries!"
"Yes, right away, Mademoiselle!" The dispatcher coughed.
"I have found contact information for two nurses who live within three blocks of the accident!" Turing chirped excitedly.
"Um…" The dispatcher coughed again. "Let me put you on hold and make some phone calls." The line cut off.
Sent-Bee waved her arms in the air to get the attention of a car that had almost come to a complete stop in the middle of the road directly in front of the accident scene. "Hey!" she shouted, shining her light through the car's window into the driver's face. "Move it, asshole! You're blocking my street!" The driver gave her a startled look, the car's tires screeched, and he accelerated down the street, nearly running into the car ahead of him before slamming on his brakes to slow down. "Oh, son of a bitch," Sent-Bee cursed under her breath. Bee-atrice cocked her head. "Not you!" She waved her flashlight and beckoned the next car in line to start moving, and before too long traffic had picked up considerably. Satisfied, she moved down to the closest intersection, the one the car had turned down. Cars had begun to back up at that corner, so Sent-Bee waved her hands and stepped carefully into the intersection, using her flashlight to pause the traffic on the main street so the other street could go. She grimaced. "Make a note for Ladybug to add reflectors to our suits," she instructed Turing over the communicator.
"Already done," he responded immediately. "Emergency services has located a paramedic nearby, and they diverted an ambulance from the other accident after dispatching one from Saint-Denis."
"All three victims are stable now," Multiplice reported breathlessly. There was a rending sound of metal behind Sent-Bee, and she turned her head slightly to see a smaller-than-usual Multiplice holding a car door she had just ripped off its hinges. She helped the man and girl out, leading them to sit on the sidewalk beside Bee-atrice as a woman in a sweatshirt and sweatpants sprinted up holding a medical kit. Bee-atrice nuzzled up against the girl's side, and the girl hugged the puppy tightly. "The driver's legs are pinned, and I don't think I can make enough room to get her out. Two clones are still holding her neck. Less than two minutes left."
"Is the ambulance one which already has a Beam of Life?" asked Sent-Bee as the paramedic checked the girl for injuries.
A moment later Turing responded. "Affirmative."
"Which road are they going to take to get here?" Sent-Bee stopped and glared at the car that had just slowed down next to the accident. "You! Move your ass already! It's an accident; they happen! Now either you keep driving or I'll paralyze you, tie you to the roof with my yo-yo, and move your car for you!" The car sped up. "Well?" she demanded impatiently.
"They will need to come down Jean Jaurès. The ambulance is less than a minute away."
"Right." Sent-Bee nodded, looked up and down the street, and waved her arms, stopping the traffic from the side street and directing the other traffic to go. She waved urgently, but the car crept forward. "Ugh!" she grumbled. "This is ridiculous." Louder she shouted, "Move it! We need to clear this street!"
The front car on the side street honked. "I'm trying to get home!" the driver shouted out the window.
Sent-Bee turned her withering glare on the driver, one hand on her hip, and drew one of her synth-Venom guns. He quailed. "Are you actively dying?" she demanded icily, stalking up to the driver's window. The driver shook his head mutely. "Unless your neck is broken, you're not my priority! Now sit still!"
Flashing lights in the distance lit up the night, and Sent-Bee breathed a sigh of relief as the traffic moved at a steady pace, opening up a path. Presently the ambulance drove past and stopped on the side of the street next to the crashed car. Sent-Bee continued directing the traffic, but slammed the visor down on her helmet when a brilliant white light shone from the direction of the accident. The full-size Multiplice finally joined Sent-Bee as a police car stopped almost in the middle of the intersection and an officer took over directing the traffic.
Sent-Bee let out a relieved breath and nodded to Multiplice, whose arms slumped in exhaustion. Sent-Bee turned for home. "That's enough excitement for one patrol." As the two heroes jogged away from the accident scene, Sent-Bee pondered. "Turing? Send that dispatcher flowers in the morning."
AN: The Beam of Life is a cutting tool designed by Bri (Iron Maiden) and modeled off of her bracelets' wrist-mounted energy pistol. She and Max scaled it back into a search-and-rescue device which the Heroes of Paris are selling to police, fire, and rescue services on her behalf. This is the first time it's been used in the field.