The fire engine flew through the streets of New York, the sirens and lights blaring as they went. Behind them, they saw Adam 55-3 also with their lights and sirens blaring.
The firemen didn't talk to one another, since most of them were not in the mood. Jimmy looked uncertainly around then turned his attention to the massing smoke plume issuing from behind some buildings.
The smoke was black and quite thick, as soon as the fire truck pulled into position; the firemen emerged slightly coughing through the smoke. It was hard to see and as soon as they hit the asphalt, Lieutenant Johnson barked orders.
'Gerardo, Doherty, take the back, try to vent some smoke. D.K., Walsh, Walters go through the front.' They men dispersed to do their jobs. Gas masks went on immediately and the three went inside through the front.
'Help…..help us…please!' Came weak voices from somewhere in the distance. The building itself was huge with many interior walls. Catacombs, or like a labyrinth it was next to impossible to find your way.
'What was that?' Walters cried as he heard the voice
'Go back out and ask Lieu if there is anyone inside.' Walsh yelled back at him. As Walters left, Walsh and D.K. continued through the smoke. The fire was visible a ways off in the distance and there were various shadows moving along the walls.
'Doherty to Lieutenant Johnson, do you copy?' Jimmy said
'What is it Jimmy?'
'We've cleared a ton of smoke and requesting to go inside.'
'Go ahead, if you see Walsh or D.K. tell them that there are people inside.'
'Copy that. Gerardo and I are going in.'
Then there was radio silence,
'Walters you stay here. I think they can handle it by themselves. I need you out here as a watch anyways.' Lieu stated as he turned to Walters. Kim and Carlos were sitting by the bus; Kim had a book on her lap and appeared to be testing Carlos again. The expression on Carlos' face was not a happy one; it appeared that he was still not getting the questions in his head.
More sirens approached and 55 Charlie pulled in next to Adam 55-3. Sully and Davis got out and stood next to Lieutenant Johnson.
'So, what do you think?' Sully asked him nervously getting the impression he was not in a good mood.
'Fire starters, Walsh told me that this is an old office building. So it would be hard to catch fire. Someone must have set it, although it's only an assumption.'
'Do you think their still inside?'
'No they probably call then split.'
'Might they do it again?'
'Most likely, most fire starters strike more than once.'
'Walsh to Lieu, do you copy?'
'I'm here.' Lieu replied holding up a hand to excuse him from Sully's conversation
'The bottom floor is clear; D.K. and I are going up.'
'Copy that.'
Inside, Jimmy and Gerardo walked carefully around avoiding as much smoke as possible.
'Help us.....please help....us!' Came the same weak cry pleading for help from somewhere up above them that D.K. and Walsh had heard. The two of them then saw some light up a head of them.
'C'mon,' Jimmy yelled through his mask to Gerardo. He nodded and followed Jimmy towards the light. Reaching it, they saw that it was a staircase leading upstairs.
'We need to find another staircase. Let's go this way.' Jimmy cried as they saw the stairs ablaze. They walked around but hey couldn't find any other way up.
'How did they make it up before the fire?' Jimmy wondered as they walked around.
Boy 55-3 rolled onto the scene of the car accident. Alex and Doc jumped out as they reached a halt. Doc ran to the scene and began to treat some of the injured.
'Alex, hurry up with those bags!' Doc cried out to her. Alex ran to the back of the bus and grabbed their bags, she dropped Doc's off to him and she ran to another victim.
Blood soaked the ground and white streaks of metal were bright in the cool air. The pile up was small. Only 2 cars, and looked like a sideswipe. Other cars were parked all around the two in the middle. Whoever had called them must have thought that the other cars were part of the crash. Most of the other police officers and others were trying to clear the other cars out of the way so the bus could get closer.
"Hello, sir, my name is Alex and why don't you let me take a look at those," Alex said to her patient. He was bleeding from his head and from what the police had mentioned was that he got out of the car on his own. He had a deep cut along the side of his forehead and he appeared to be perfectly calm. While she tended to him he kept his eyes focused on the car in front of him,
"Sir, since you seem to be okay, why don't you tell me your name while we're here?" Alex asked him while she was applying the bandage. Then the man yelled out and nearly knocked Alex over
"My son, where is my son?" he cried out in anguish
"Sir, was your son with you in the car?"
"Yes, he was, he's only five, he couldn't of gotten very far," the man the leapt to his feet and ran in circles calling out, "Joe? Where are you?"
"Alex!" Doc cried out to her
"Yeah?"
"I need your help over here."
"Coming," Alex got to her feet "This man is missing his son." She called to the nearest police officer. The officer then took the man aside and questioned him about his child. He calmed the man down and told his fellow officers to scour the area for a missing boy. Alex then she went to Doc's side,
"What do you need?" she asked him
"I need some more saline and a backboard now." He replied
"Okay then," Alex ran to the bus and grabbed the backboard and a few bags of saline, she returned to Doc and they loaded his patient onto the bus. Lights on siren's blaring, they raced the victim to Mercy hospital. The traffic was horrible out on the streets of New York. Cars lined the roads and the highways. By the time it took Doc and Alex to reach Mercy, they were already 2 minutes over their assumed time of arrival. Luckily the patient didn't stop breathing or their heart; otherwise there would have been trouble.
"Female, 34, car accident, head concussion, 5 mgs of morphine on scene BP's 90 over 80 Heart rate is 40 over 120, multiple abrasions to the chest and arms," Doc said as they rolled the victim into Mercy. Within seconds, doctors and nurses were assisting; they rolled her to the trauma room while Doc and Alex waited outside.
55-David
Bosco and Faith came to their destination and both got out of the car. The houses that lined the street were well worn and looked quite lived in. As Bosco got closer to the house, he told Faith to hang back a little. He stepped carefully towards the door and drew his gun. Stepping into the door way he drew his flashlight. The house was nearly pitch-black and the only light was being bounced in from outside. He did a wide sweep of the downstairs floor and when he turned to the stairs, violent shots rang out. Bringing the silence of the day to a resounding halt.
The End
