Returning the Favor
Chapter 4
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Alex and Taylor had shown Littrell around the station and got him situated with a locker upstairs. They were in the process of going through the bus and showing him where everything was. He had been able to follow so far, remembering where things were when they went back to review.
"So, is everything in the same spot on all the buses?" he asked Taylor.
"Pretty much. Every medic has their own little shortcuts, but for the most part everything is uniform. It makes it easier at an MCI (mass casualty incident) when you're grabbing stuff out of the closest bus," she explained to him. "Okay, so that's pretty much everything. How do you feel about jumping right into it today? That is if we ever get a call," Alex said, looking at her watch and realizing that it had been two hours since they started their shift and they hadn't turned a wheel.
"Well, I guess that's up to you two," Littrell said. "I'm the new guy after all," he said, with a smile on his face. "However you want to work it, but I feel like I can jump right into it."
"Well, alright," Kim said, closing the last cabinet just as the alarm in the station rang.
"Adam-55-Boy, take a motor vehicle accident with injuries at King and 171st. Three patients at this time. P.D. is on the scene," came the dispatcher's voice over the loudspeaker.
"Looks like I spoke too soon," Alex said as the two senior medics jumped out of the rig and moved to the front; Alex driving and Kim in the passenger seat. Littrell made himself comfortable in the seat in the back of the ambulance, his stomach tightening with the nervousness and excitement of his first run.
"10-4, Central. We're in route from King and Arthur," Kim replied into the radio, turning on the lights and siren as Alex pulled out of the station. Kim hit the airhorn a couple of times at the kids that always wave as the trucks and ambulances pull out for a call.
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Faith and Bosco pulled up to their latest disturbance call. "Central, show 55-David on scene at 137 and Eastern. Any more information?" Bosco said into his radio as they exited their vehicle and looked up at the building.
"55-David. Getting more information now. You better wait for back-up. We're getting reports of a disgruntled former employee with weapons," advised the dispatcher.
"Oh, just great," Faith said as the two officers entered the lobby of the building and found a security guard on the floor, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the chest.
"55-David to Central, we have civilians down at this location. Start EMS, but have them stage until we secure the building," Faith said quietly into the microphone as Bosco bent down and felt for a pulse on the guard. He looked at Faith and shook his head, indicating that the man was already dead. The two officers moved toward the security desk located just past the guard and looked down at a single phone line ringing from the 3rd floor.
Faith picked up the phone and answered, "Prescott Lobby," in case it was the gunman on the other line. She didn't want him to know that there were police on-scene yet.
"Hello?" came a frightened female voice on the other end. "Please help us," said the woman, beginning to cry.
"Ma'am, 'm with the NYPD and help is on the way. Do you know how many of them there are?" Faith asked the woman.
Trying to control her sobbing, the woman replied, "Just one, I think. He used to work here he said. He's really angry and there's a lot of people hurt up here," the woman said, momentarily losing control of her emotions again.
"Okay, just stay where you are as still as possible. We're coming to get you out. Just stay there and keep the phone line open with us. I'm gonna have someone here to talk and listen to you, but try not to talk anymore than you have to so you don't draw attention to yourself. Okay?" Faith said, as Bosco finished making a sweep of the lobby.
"Uh huh," said the woman shakily. Faith could hear sirens approaching as Bosco returned to the desk area.
"Central, lobby is clear. We have an open phone line to the 3rd floor with a woman reporting one gunman and multiple injuries. Advise the Command that this appears to be a former employee and have ESU respond also," Bosco advised as the Lieutenant came walking through the lobby.
"What've we got? Run it for me," the Lieutenant said to his two officers as Ty and Sully followed him in.
The Lieutenant called back to Sully, "Get EMS in here to get this guy." Sully poked his head back out the door.
"Doc. We got one here in the lobby. It's secure," Sully told Doc. Doc and Carlos rolled their stretcher with the equipment into the door and hurried over to the man on the floor. After a quick assessment, Doc and Carlos found that the guard was already dead and they removed him from the area and went back to stage outside of the building.
Bosco finished running it down for the Lieutenant as Faith tried to listen to the connection on the 3rd floor. She heard more gunshots through the line.
"Lieu, this guy is still firing up there and we got people up there. We can't wait for ESU. We might be able to evacuate some people so this guy doesn't shoot them," Faith said to the Lieutenant.
"Okay, you and Bosco and Davis and Sully. But, that's all. And keep in touch," said the Lieutenant as the four officers made there way to the stairwells.
"Bring those elevators to the lobby," the Lieutenant ordered one of his men and then advised one of them to take over on the phone line.
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55-Boy pulled up to the accident scene and went about the task of treating the wounded. Luckily there weren't any major injuries and as Alex and Kim watched their new medic treat a woman, they realized that he was pretty good. The two women looked at each other and then went back about their business.
They took two patients in with them, with the third being transported by another bus.
Kim was finishing up her report when Littrell came over to her with his. "Do you wanna take a look at this? You know, make sure I filled it out right?" he said.
"Sure. Hang on just a minute while I finish this up," Kim said to him.
"So, where are you from, Littrell," asked Alex as she was finishing up her report.
"Right here. Born and raised," he replied with pride.
"Yeah? What made you want to become a medic?" she asked him, as Kim listened in.
"Well, I was a medic in the marines and I liked it. It felt good to help people. That was something I wasn't used to from being in a gang around here. That's why I joined the marines. I watched my brother get killed in a gang and decided I wasn't gonna do that to my mother again," he explained.
"So, you went into the marines to get shot at. I'll bet she loved that," Kim said, chuckling.
"Yeah, well she preferred it that way than on the streets of New York," he said back, smiling.
"That's good. Good that you got yourself up out of that life," Alex said to him.
"Yeah. It wasn't easy. I came back from the marines, took the test for the City and waited, trying to stay out of trouble until I got the call," he explained, thinking back to that pivotal night of the blackout.
"That was hard? Staying out of trouble?" Alex asked him.
"Well, let's just say I had an intervention just in time," he said. Kim finished her report and took his to read it over.
"Sounds like an interesting story for dinner. Looks good to me," said Kim, referring to the report. "Good job, but we better get back in service. In case you haven't noticed, it looks like the ER is prepping for something big," she said pointing in the direction of the buzz of activity taking place in the ER. The three medics got up and headed back out to their rig when they saw a rig from another precinct pulling up.
They greeted each other and introduced the new medic to the team. "You're moving kinda slow, whatta you got?" asked Alex, looking into the back of the rig.
"The first fatality from that thing at the Prescott Building," answered one of the medics.
"What thing at the Prescott Building?" Kim asked, realizing they were talking about their zone.
"I'm not sure. Some guy that used to work there is shooting up the place. This guy was in the lobby," he replied.
"Great! We better get back in service then," Kim said as the team got back in their bus.
"Adam 55-Boy is clear from Mercy," Kim advised the dispatcher.
"10-4, 55-Boy. Head over to 137 and Eastern, the Prescott Building, and stage until further advised."
"10-4. In route," Kim replied as Alex pulled the bus into traffic.
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TBC...
Chapter 4
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Alex and Taylor had shown Littrell around the station and got him situated with a locker upstairs. They were in the process of going through the bus and showing him where everything was. He had been able to follow so far, remembering where things were when they went back to review.
"So, is everything in the same spot on all the buses?" he asked Taylor.
"Pretty much. Every medic has their own little shortcuts, but for the most part everything is uniform. It makes it easier at an MCI (mass casualty incident) when you're grabbing stuff out of the closest bus," she explained to him. "Okay, so that's pretty much everything. How do you feel about jumping right into it today? That is if we ever get a call," Alex said, looking at her watch and realizing that it had been two hours since they started their shift and they hadn't turned a wheel.
"Well, I guess that's up to you two," Littrell said. "I'm the new guy after all," he said, with a smile on his face. "However you want to work it, but I feel like I can jump right into it."
"Well, alright," Kim said, closing the last cabinet just as the alarm in the station rang.
"Adam-55-Boy, take a motor vehicle accident with injuries at King and 171st. Three patients at this time. P.D. is on the scene," came the dispatcher's voice over the loudspeaker.
"Looks like I spoke too soon," Alex said as the two senior medics jumped out of the rig and moved to the front; Alex driving and Kim in the passenger seat. Littrell made himself comfortable in the seat in the back of the ambulance, his stomach tightening with the nervousness and excitement of his first run.
"10-4, Central. We're in route from King and Arthur," Kim replied into the radio, turning on the lights and siren as Alex pulled out of the station. Kim hit the airhorn a couple of times at the kids that always wave as the trucks and ambulances pull out for a call.
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Faith and Bosco pulled up to their latest disturbance call. "Central, show 55-David on scene at 137 and Eastern. Any more information?" Bosco said into his radio as they exited their vehicle and looked up at the building.
"55-David. Getting more information now. You better wait for back-up. We're getting reports of a disgruntled former employee with weapons," advised the dispatcher.
"Oh, just great," Faith said as the two officers entered the lobby of the building and found a security guard on the floor, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the chest.
"55-David to Central, we have civilians down at this location. Start EMS, but have them stage until we secure the building," Faith said quietly into the microphone as Bosco bent down and felt for a pulse on the guard. He looked at Faith and shook his head, indicating that the man was already dead. The two officers moved toward the security desk located just past the guard and looked down at a single phone line ringing from the 3rd floor.
Faith picked up the phone and answered, "Prescott Lobby," in case it was the gunman on the other line. She didn't want him to know that there were police on-scene yet.
"Hello?" came a frightened female voice on the other end. "Please help us," said the woman, beginning to cry.
"Ma'am, 'm with the NYPD and help is on the way. Do you know how many of them there are?" Faith asked the woman.
Trying to control her sobbing, the woman replied, "Just one, I think. He used to work here he said. He's really angry and there's a lot of people hurt up here," the woman said, momentarily losing control of her emotions again.
"Okay, just stay where you are as still as possible. We're coming to get you out. Just stay there and keep the phone line open with us. I'm gonna have someone here to talk and listen to you, but try not to talk anymore than you have to so you don't draw attention to yourself. Okay?" Faith said, as Bosco finished making a sweep of the lobby.
"Uh huh," said the woman shakily. Faith could hear sirens approaching as Bosco returned to the desk area.
"Central, lobby is clear. We have an open phone line to the 3rd floor with a woman reporting one gunman and multiple injuries. Advise the Command that this appears to be a former employee and have ESU respond also," Bosco advised as the Lieutenant came walking through the lobby.
"What've we got? Run it for me," the Lieutenant said to his two officers as Ty and Sully followed him in.
The Lieutenant called back to Sully, "Get EMS in here to get this guy." Sully poked his head back out the door.
"Doc. We got one here in the lobby. It's secure," Sully told Doc. Doc and Carlos rolled their stretcher with the equipment into the door and hurried over to the man on the floor. After a quick assessment, Doc and Carlos found that the guard was already dead and they removed him from the area and went back to stage outside of the building.
Bosco finished running it down for the Lieutenant as Faith tried to listen to the connection on the 3rd floor. She heard more gunshots through the line.
"Lieu, this guy is still firing up there and we got people up there. We can't wait for ESU. We might be able to evacuate some people so this guy doesn't shoot them," Faith said to the Lieutenant.
"Okay, you and Bosco and Davis and Sully. But, that's all. And keep in touch," said the Lieutenant as the four officers made there way to the stairwells.
"Bring those elevators to the lobby," the Lieutenant ordered one of his men and then advised one of them to take over on the phone line.
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55-Boy pulled up to the accident scene and went about the task of treating the wounded. Luckily there weren't any major injuries and as Alex and Kim watched their new medic treat a woman, they realized that he was pretty good. The two women looked at each other and then went back about their business.
They took two patients in with them, with the third being transported by another bus.
Kim was finishing up her report when Littrell came over to her with his. "Do you wanna take a look at this? You know, make sure I filled it out right?" he said.
"Sure. Hang on just a minute while I finish this up," Kim said to him.
"So, where are you from, Littrell," asked Alex as she was finishing up her report.
"Right here. Born and raised," he replied with pride.
"Yeah? What made you want to become a medic?" she asked him, as Kim listened in.
"Well, I was a medic in the marines and I liked it. It felt good to help people. That was something I wasn't used to from being in a gang around here. That's why I joined the marines. I watched my brother get killed in a gang and decided I wasn't gonna do that to my mother again," he explained.
"So, you went into the marines to get shot at. I'll bet she loved that," Kim said, chuckling.
"Yeah, well she preferred it that way than on the streets of New York," he said back, smiling.
"That's good. Good that you got yourself up out of that life," Alex said to him.
"Yeah. It wasn't easy. I came back from the marines, took the test for the City and waited, trying to stay out of trouble until I got the call," he explained, thinking back to that pivotal night of the blackout.
"That was hard? Staying out of trouble?" Alex asked him.
"Well, let's just say I had an intervention just in time," he said. Kim finished her report and took his to read it over.
"Sounds like an interesting story for dinner. Looks good to me," said Kim, referring to the report. "Good job, but we better get back in service. In case you haven't noticed, it looks like the ER is prepping for something big," she said pointing in the direction of the buzz of activity taking place in the ER. The three medics got up and headed back out to their rig when they saw a rig from another precinct pulling up.
They greeted each other and introduced the new medic to the team. "You're moving kinda slow, whatta you got?" asked Alex, looking into the back of the rig.
"The first fatality from that thing at the Prescott Building," answered one of the medics.
"What thing at the Prescott Building?" Kim asked, realizing they were talking about their zone.
"I'm not sure. Some guy that used to work there is shooting up the place. This guy was in the lobby," he replied.
"Great! We better get back in service then," Kim said as the team got back in their bus.
"Adam 55-Boy is clear from Mercy," Kim advised the dispatcher.
"10-4, 55-Boy. Head over to 137 and Eastern, the Prescott Building, and stage until further advised."
"10-4. In route," Kim replied as Alex pulled the bus into traffic.
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TBC...