"I want to know what your plan is?"

The search and rescue chief showed Ian the blueprint. "We're still trying to clear the entry to get a better visualization. But based on the information provided by those inside the room at the time of the blast, it appears as though Lonergan was standing right about here. Also, without full certainty, with the number of explosives he had, we imagine the strength of the blast and we believe that the building was separated right about here."

"How long before you can stabilize the area and get them out?"

"I can't tell you that right now General."

"That is an unacceptable answer. Work harder. The longer they stay in there, if they are injured, the less of a chance there is that we are going to get them out alive. I don't want any more fatalities, is that clear!?"

"Yes sir," said the chief as he left the room and went to his team.

"If only we could communicate with them and let them know we are coming."

Alan, one of the tech guys looked at the General. "We may be able to."

"What do you mean?"

Alan walked up to the blueprint. "He mentioned that this section of the room is where Ray and the others are trapped."

"Yes."

"One of our radios is generally in that area."

"You think we can reach out to them?"

"If the radio is not damaged, we should at least try."

Ian nodded. "Set up a communication desk over here right away."

"Sir, Ray Perry's wife is asking for information. Bravo is still not here, and we haven't been able to reach out to some of the families."

"Keep trying," he looked at one of his men, "get me an update on when Bravo is touching down." He looked at Lindell. "Bring Mrs. Perry in, I'll talk to her, she has a right to know."

Naima walked into the boardroom and looked around. It looked like a huge impromptu operational center.

"Mrs. Perry?" said Ian as he put his hand out.

"Yes."

"General Ian Goodwin."

"What's going on?"

"There was an incident and Ray is currently trapped inside one of our command centers."

"Trapped? Is he hurt? What incident?"

"At this moment in time, we haven't been able to reach out and it would be unfair of me to give you inaccurate information."

"He could be dead, is what you're telling me?" she said her eyes watering.

"Again, I don't know. I'd like to hope that he is alright and hanging in there."

Naima nodded and fidgeted with her hands. "Is he alone?"

"No. Others are trapped in there with him."

"Who?"

"I'm sorry but out of respect for the other families, I can't tell you that."

She nodded. "I understand."

"We are doing everything we can to reach him and get him out, as well as the others."

She nodded again but remained silent.

"Why don't you stay here. Doctor Henen will keep you company and if you need anything, let him know."

Luke Henen walked up to her and introduced himself, he then led Naima to the coffee machine and then to a corner of the room where there were some armchairs and a sofa.

"Ray, you need to try and stay awake," said Emily as she nudged him gently, still applying pressure to his abdomen.

"Sorry," he answered back in a very unconvincing tone of voice. "I'm just tired."

"I know, but you really need to try and stay awake."

"Sir, Bravo team is 5 minutes out."

"Thank you. Justin, drive me out to the airfield."

"How's your leg?" asked Ray a bit more awake.

"I don't know."

"Let me take a look…"

"Shh," she said as she interrupted him. "Do you hear that?"

"What?"

"That crackling sound. Almost like static."

Ray turned his head slowly from side to side. "Yeah, you're right. Where is that coming from? Is that the…?"

As he finished his sentence, both their eyes shot wide open. "The radio!" she said.

They started to listen more closely to try and identify from where the sound was coming from.

"I think it's coming from my side," said Ray.

"Yeah, it sounds like it. There's a pile of debris at your right foot's one o'clock. You think you can try to bring it up to us, I think it's under there."

Ray tried without moving but he couldn't get it.

"Put you right foot towards the outside at a 45-degree angle," said Emily as she prompted herself on her elbows, "that's it, now if you bend your knee and bring your leg up, it should bring it up enough so we can reach it."

He winced as he brought his knee up toward his abdomen, but he knew it may be their only chance to get in contact with someone on the outside.

"That's it," encouraged Emily, "just a little bit more."

Emily reached out her arm as far as she could, just as she had done to bring him to her and pulled the pile of debris up to them. Ray flipped over what was on top and both gave a sign of relief upon seeing the radio, mostly intact.

Having done what he did, had worn him out and he was slightly out of breath.

Emily took the radio and tried a few different channels and called out.

"Can anybody here me?"

All heads immediately turned toward the table where Alan had been trying to get in touch with them via the radio.

Greyson walked over and took the radio in his hand.

"Emily? Is that you?"

Emily looked at Ray and they smiled at each other.

"Yes, it's me."

The content of the room looked at each other in relief.

"It's good to hear your voice. What is your status?"

"We've known better, but we're hanging in there."

Greyson noticed the 'we'. "Who is with you and what is the situation? I want to know what we're looking at."

"Joey and Zach didn't make it."

Greyson closed his eyes and indicated to his guy handling the head count that they hadn't made it.

"What about Ray?"

"He's injured but hanging in there."

Hearing she didn't mention anyone else, he figured it wasn't good and didn't want to bring on more concern. He looked at another section of the room and called over one of the medics.

"Emily, it's Greg. Can you give me more information about Ray's injury?"

"He's got abdominal bleeding that seems to come from the upper left quadrant. Seeing how heavily it's been bleeding I'd say it's his spleen, but I could be wrong."

"Is his bleeding under control? Are you able to apply pressure?"

"Yes, I've been applying pressure, it's slowing down but it's not clotting."

She looked up at him. "He's starting to look pale and sweaty. I'm having a hard time keeping him awake."

Greg looked at Greyson. "He's only got an hour left maximum until he goes into shock and to the point of no return."

Greyson nodded.

"Emily what you're doing is great. Just keep applying pressure or as much of it as you can. Is there any way you can get him some water?"

Emily looked at the wall across from here where the big water tank was.

"The tank spilled, it's empty and it wouldn't help much. Ray can't get to it and neither can I."

It then dawned on Greg that they knew nothing about her condition.

"Emily, are you hurt?"

"I have what I think are a few cracked or broken ribs, but that's manageable, my leg is the problem."

"Alright, tell me about your leg. What do you see? Is it bleeding, swollen?"

Emily looked at her leg. "If I could remove the heavy concrete slab off my lower leg, I'd be able to tell you."

Greg passed an unsettled hand in his hair. "Can you feel anything? Is it painful?"

"No. I can't feel a thing. I kind of want to say that's a good thing because I think if it were the case, I wouldn't be able to talk right now, but I know that not feeling pain is far from being good news."

Greyson looked at Greg.

"She's in no better condition than he is. I can't assess how much pressure her lower leg is withholding and if there's even a foot left."

"We're looking at critical extraction," said Greyson nodding, "they're running out of time."

"Yes Greyson, they are running out of time. I can have a team ready to intervene on them the minute we can access that room, but until we can get in, there is nothing I can do."