Fires Blazing:
DATE: 3/1/2016
POV of Gregory Tymes:
I had no idea where I was when I woke up. There was an orange haze all around and I was distantly aware of a hacking sounds. Like someone was trying to break in. I was a target to a humanistic cult and I knew someone trying to break in was bad. I tried to roll over towards the phone beside the bed but I was too groggy to move and there was a painful feeling in my left leg.
The door burst open and I heard a spraying sound. My vision was still very hazy but I was aware of a figure standing above me.
"Sir? Sir?"
That was the last thing I heard before slipping into darkness.
***
POV of Firefighter Kenden Straight:
When we arrived on the scene, we figured the worst. If anyone was in there, there was no way they'd still be alive. Yet, we were still obligated to go up there and see. And obviously to put the fire out.
I was first into the room, followed by my engine partners Tim and Xane. We'd hacked our way in and were spraing the place down with fire extinguishers. The first thing I noticed were the dead fish in the fish tank. If there wasn't enough oxygen in the apartment to support the fish in the tank there wasn't enough to support a human life.
Yet, in the bedroom, I saw movement on the bed.
I raced in to find a man there, remarkabley still alive but on fire. His left leg had caught and I sprayed it and the surrounding area.
"Sir? Sir?" I called out to him but there was no answer. His breathing was shallow and his pulse thready. Tim and me picked him up and raced him out of the apartment and outside into the fresh air. We got him on emergancy oxygen and called in an EMT unit.
Five minutes later, we loaded him up on the ambulance.
The fire was out, we found a broken bottle and smelled gasoline in the apartment. It was clearly arson. We called out an investigator from the DC police department and waited until he arrived with a Secret Service team before leaving.
Pretty routine. We get calls like that a lot.
***
POV of Josh Lyman:
It was five in the morning when the call from Blackwell saying Greg had been in a fire and was at GW. I'd just stepped out of the shower and, still wet, I pulled some clothes on. I'd woke Donna, who asked what was going on.
"Someone set fire to Greg's apartment," I said, pulling my shoes and socks on.
"Is he okay?" she asked worried.
I shook my head. "I don't know. He's at GW."
My shoes on and my hair still dripping wet, I kissed Donna good bye.
I got in my car and began driving to GW as I dialed Lisa's office. She was always in the office early and I figured she might know more about what was going on. The phone rang for a few minutes before her face showed up on the VTC phone.
"Josh? What's going on?" she asked.
"I was hoping you knew," I answered. "I got a call from Blackwell saying Greg was in a fire. I'm heading over to GW now. Call Wil and tell him to get to the office."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, I tell the President where I am," Josh said. "Best he know where his staffers are. I'll call again when I get there."
Lisa nodded and then the screen went black as the call was disconnected.
***
POV of Lisa Morris:
Sean Bower bounded into my office to get his jacket he'd left the day before. Today was one of his class days so instead of working at the White House he'd be at the University. He grabbed the jacket off the chair and looked over at me.
I must have had some type of expresion on my face because he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Greg."
Sean's eyes widened. "They did... they didn' kill him did they?"
I shook my head. "He's at GW. That's what Josh Lyman said anyways. But they take dead people to the hospital too."
"Who's dead?" Wil Parks asked.
"Greg," Sean replied.
"What?"
The three of us turned to see President Seaborn in the door way. Toby Seaborn stuck his head in cautiously.
I sighed. "No one is dead," she said. "Atleast not that I've heard." Then to the President: "Greg was in a fire, sir. Someone set his apartment on fire. Josh is heading to GW to find out what is going on and he'll call when he gets there. Everyone got that? No one's dead!"
Sean, Wil and the President all nodded, Seaborn with a small smile on his face. I was so embarassed... I'd just yelled at the President of the United States.
"Someone's dead?" Jenna Clark asked looking in. "Great, the press is going to have a field day with this..."
Outside, Jobey started laughing.
"Can we fire him?" I asked.
"We're looking into it," the President told me.
Jobey was instantly quiet.
"Okay, everyone back to work," Seaborn said. "Jenna, come with me. We're probably going to have to make a statement. Toby, why don't you go find your brothers, okay?"
The little boy nodded and took off.
I watched the President and Jenna leave and then glared at Sean, making him run out of the office in fear. This was not a good day.
***
POV of Agent Jakobi Moore:
My first protection assignment in the Secret Service was to First Kid, Roger Schumer. At the time of the Tymes Incidents I was assigned to First Kid, Simon Seaborn. I was the third in my family to go into the Service: First being my sister Juline and second being my brother Johnaton.
I wasn't disappointed with the assignment. Rather, I was happy to get the assignment. People don't realize how at risk the families of the Presidents are. And my brother John was assigned to Roger's brother Gil Schumer and later to Simon's twin, Donovan Seaborn, so I got to see him a lot.
It was early morning, I'd just drove in with my younger brother Jeff. Director Blackwell walked up to me and said I was temporarily being reassigned.
"Sir?"
"We've had attempts on Mr. Tymes's life," Blackwell told me. "He's at GW in recovery and we need a new agent on him. He kept evading and annoying his last agent. You've were assigned to Roger Schumer. That alone deserves commendation and six months of paid vacation. Your experience with evasive protectees is needed in Mr. Tymes's case."
I nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Good, come on," he told me.
"Uh... what about Simon?" I asked.
"They'll tell him," Blackwell responded. "He'll get a temp agent. You'll be back on Osprey in no time."
I nodded and the two of us walked out to his car and drove to George Washington. I was kinda scared, I'd heard what Yoshi had said about about Tymes.
The two of us walked in and were led up to the room Tymes was in by a police officer. From what I saw in that room, it didn't look like he'd have the ability to evade me for a while.
Blackwell introduced me to my new partner for the assignment, Dack Rooney. He was a young guy, twenty-three, a little over Jeff's age at the time and a little under mine. My old partner, Tiro Gasby, was staying on with the temp. Blackwell couldn't stay, he had other matters to attend to, so he left me with Dack.
"Uh... how is he?" I asked Dack. Tymes was hooked up to several monitors and a breathing machine.
"Second degree burns on his left leg, firefighters got it out pretty quick," Dack answered. "Lungs were pretty badly burned though. Give him a week or so. Then the fun begins."
"Yeah," I said. "They kind of fun where people shoot at us and we jump infront of bullets. Fun."
***
That night, several members of the White House staff trekked to the local church where a small prayer service was held by the eldest Moore, Minister Jillian Moore Dennings. Many showed up, except the President who couldn't get clearance to go to such an open event.
Lisa had rode in with Petey in a small motorcade with Wil, his family, and Sean trailing behind them. They got there early and sat up front, Wil's younger brother and sister, sixteen year old Benjamin Parks and fifteen year old Staci Parks, up front helping Jillian prepare.
And as Jillian began the service, Lisa couldn't help but hope that Greg would be okay.
***
DATE: 3/1/2016
POV of Gregory Tymes:
I had no idea where I was when I woke up. There was an orange haze all around and I was distantly aware of a hacking sounds. Like someone was trying to break in. I was a target to a humanistic cult and I knew someone trying to break in was bad. I tried to roll over towards the phone beside the bed but I was too groggy to move and there was a painful feeling in my left leg.
The door burst open and I heard a spraying sound. My vision was still very hazy but I was aware of a figure standing above me.
"Sir? Sir?"
That was the last thing I heard before slipping into darkness.
***
POV of Firefighter Kenden Straight:
When we arrived on the scene, we figured the worst. If anyone was in there, there was no way they'd still be alive. Yet, we were still obligated to go up there and see. And obviously to put the fire out.
I was first into the room, followed by my engine partners Tim and Xane. We'd hacked our way in and were spraing the place down with fire extinguishers. The first thing I noticed were the dead fish in the fish tank. If there wasn't enough oxygen in the apartment to support the fish in the tank there wasn't enough to support a human life.
Yet, in the bedroom, I saw movement on the bed.
I raced in to find a man there, remarkabley still alive but on fire. His left leg had caught and I sprayed it and the surrounding area.
"Sir? Sir?" I called out to him but there was no answer. His breathing was shallow and his pulse thready. Tim and me picked him up and raced him out of the apartment and outside into the fresh air. We got him on emergancy oxygen and called in an EMT unit.
Five minutes later, we loaded him up on the ambulance.
The fire was out, we found a broken bottle and smelled gasoline in the apartment. It was clearly arson. We called out an investigator from the DC police department and waited until he arrived with a Secret Service team before leaving.
Pretty routine. We get calls like that a lot.
***
POV of Josh Lyman:
It was five in the morning when the call from Blackwell saying Greg had been in a fire and was at GW. I'd just stepped out of the shower and, still wet, I pulled some clothes on. I'd woke Donna, who asked what was going on.
"Someone set fire to Greg's apartment," I said, pulling my shoes and socks on.
"Is he okay?" she asked worried.
I shook my head. "I don't know. He's at GW."
My shoes on and my hair still dripping wet, I kissed Donna good bye.
I got in my car and began driving to GW as I dialed Lisa's office. She was always in the office early and I figured she might know more about what was going on. The phone rang for a few minutes before her face showed up on the VTC phone.
"Josh? What's going on?" she asked.
"I was hoping you knew," I answered. "I got a call from Blackwell saying Greg was in a fire. I'm heading over to GW now. Call Wil and tell him to get to the office."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, I tell the President where I am," Josh said. "Best he know where his staffers are. I'll call again when I get there."
Lisa nodded and then the screen went black as the call was disconnected.
***
POV of Lisa Morris:
Sean Bower bounded into my office to get his jacket he'd left the day before. Today was one of his class days so instead of working at the White House he'd be at the University. He grabbed the jacket off the chair and looked over at me.
I must have had some type of expresion on my face because he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Greg."
Sean's eyes widened. "They did... they didn' kill him did they?"
I shook my head. "He's at GW. That's what Josh Lyman said anyways. But they take dead people to the hospital too."
"Who's dead?" Wil Parks asked.
"Greg," Sean replied.
"What?"
The three of us turned to see President Seaborn in the door way. Toby Seaborn stuck his head in cautiously.
I sighed. "No one is dead," she said. "Atleast not that I've heard." Then to the President: "Greg was in a fire, sir. Someone set his apartment on fire. Josh is heading to GW to find out what is going on and he'll call when he gets there. Everyone got that? No one's dead!"
Sean, Wil and the President all nodded, Seaborn with a small smile on his face. I was so embarassed... I'd just yelled at the President of the United States.
"Someone's dead?" Jenna Clark asked looking in. "Great, the press is going to have a field day with this..."
Outside, Jobey started laughing.
"Can we fire him?" I asked.
"We're looking into it," the President told me.
Jobey was instantly quiet.
"Okay, everyone back to work," Seaborn said. "Jenna, come with me. We're probably going to have to make a statement. Toby, why don't you go find your brothers, okay?"
The little boy nodded and took off.
I watched the President and Jenna leave and then glared at Sean, making him run out of the office in fear. This was not a good day.
***
POV of Agent Jakobi Moore:
My first protection assignment in the Secret Service was to First Kid, Roger Schumer. At the time of the Tymes Incidents I was assigned to First Kid, Simon Seaborn. I was the third in my family to go into the Service: First being my sister Juline and second being my brother Johnaton.
I wasn't disappointed with the assignment. Rather, I was happy to get the assignment. People don't realize how at risk the families of the Presidents are. And my brother John was assigned to Roger's brother Gil Schumer and later to Simon's twin, Donovan Seaborn, so I got to see him a lot.
It was early morning, I'd just drove in with my younger brother Jeff. Director Blackwell walked up to me and said I was temporarily being reassigned.
"Sir?"
"We've had attempts on Mr. Tymes's life," Blackwell told me. "He's at GW in recovery and we need a new agent on him. He kept evading and annoying his last agent. You've were assigned to Roger Schumer. That alone deserves commendation and six months of paid vacation. Your experience with evasive protectees is needed in Mr. Tymes's case."
I nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Good, come on," he told me.
"Uh... what about Simon?" I asked.
"They'll tell him," Blackwell responded. "He'll get a temp agent. You'll be back on Osprey in no time."
I nodded and the two of us walked out to his car and drove to George Washington. I was kinda scared, I'd heard what Yoshi had said about about Tymes.
The two of us walked in and were led up to the room Tymes was in by a police officer. From what I saw in that room, it didn't look like he'd have the ability to evade me for a while.
Blackwell introduced me to my new partner for the assignment, Dack Rooney. He was a young guy, twenty-three, a little over Jeff's age at the time and a little under mine. My old partner, Tiro Gasby, was staying on with the temp. Blackwell couldn't stay, he had other matters to attend to, so he left me with Dack.
"Uh... how is he?" I asked Dack. Tymes was hooked up to several monitors and a breathing machine.
"Second degree burns on his left leg, firefighters got it out pretty quick," Dack answered. "Lungs were pretty badly burned though. Give him a week or so. Then the fun begins."
"Yeah," I said. "They kind of fun where people shoot at us and we jump infront of bullets. Fun."
***
That night, several members of the White House staff trekked to the local church where a small prayer service was held by the eldest Moore, Minister Jillian Moore Dennings. Many showed up, except the President who couldn't get clearance to go to such an open event.
Lisa had rode in with Petey in a small motorcade with Wil, his family, and Sean trailing behind them. They got there early and sat up front, Wil's younger brother and sister, sixteen year old Benjamin Parks and fifteen year old Staci Parks, up front helping Jillian prepare.
And as Jillian began the service, Lisa couldn't help but hope that Greg would be okay.
***