Live By the Sword - Die By the Sword
Special Forces Arctic Unit – Arriving at Craig Hospital
Vinson was in the lead as the unit was closing in on the hospital. Sergeant Grey called halt to the unit several yards away and the unit huddled up. They all removed their skis and dropped their gear packs. Each pulled out their weapons as Sergeant Grey called in their arrival.
He was connected directly to the General as he said "Sir unit preparing to go in. Any further intel or orders?"
[General Braddock paced in the plane "No further intel, all quiet. Lethal authorized if required. But remember this is on Canadian soil and we need to resolve it less lethal if at all possible. Enroute about fifteen minutes behind you is an SRU Team. They are skilled in negotiation. If threat is not resolved before they arrive SRU will assume primary responsibility and your unit will support."]
"Roger. Anything more Sir?" Sergeant Grey asked.
[William responded "No Sergeant." Then he hung up.
He continued to pace. It took the unit longer to arrive than he expected. Were his son and Scott still alive? The waiting was agonizing but the unit was there now. It should not be much longer. Then he could call Erik and Norm and let them know the outcome.]
Sergeant Grey hung up. "Okay guys. The SRU Team is about fifteen minutes out. Let's see if we can resolve this before they arrive so all they need do is transport the prisoners to Toronto."
Military Aircraft Enroute to Ottawa
General Braddock finally sank down into a seat after hanging up with Sergeant Grey. Not for the first time William wished the transporters from Star Trek were real. If they could just simply lock on to Samuel's, Scott's and Spike's signals and transport them out of harm's way that would be good. If he could simply transport to where he needed to be, at Samuel's side, that would be so nice.
William raked his fingers through his hair as he thought that he was always so far away when Samuel was hurt. He stopped his hands when a nervous looking Private came forward and offered him a coffee. He acknowledged the Private with a curt nod and took the coffee.
After one sip William said "Thank you Private."
Swallowing the lump in his throat the Private said "General Braddock, Sir. Permission to speak?"
General Braddock answered "Permission granted."
The Private said "Sir my name is Neal Johnson. I never got the opportunity to thank your son Sam Braddock."
Curious how Sam was connected with this Private, William asked "Thank him for what Private Johnson?"
Neal shared "He saved my life Sir and my ex-girlfriend's life a while back. He was the SRU Officer that took the lethal shot when we were held hostage in a fitness club. I was forced to my knees and had to watch Clive hold a gun to Lori's head. She was so scared and there was nothing I could do but watch. When Clive got enraged I thought we were gonna die. But next thing I know he is dead on the ground and Lori and I were alive."
A nervous grin crossed Neal's face "I never wanted to feel so helpless again and thought I should do more with my life since I was given a second chance. So I enlisted in the Army. I'm no hero or nothing like your Special Forces men, just a regular grunt that works in the armory handing out weapons and bullets."
"But I hope I'm making a difference in someone's life like your son did for me and Lori. I wanted to thank him. I know it was him because of all the news reports after that gang war. So if you could tell your son that I said thank you that would be great."
William responded "I will do that. Oh and Private, take note of one important fact. Each of us in uniform makes a difference no matter our role. My men and I rely on the support staff to do their jobs so we can do ours."
"We rely on the men and women that pack their chutes, that fill their air tanks, handle the communications, those who fly or drive them to their locations, who care for them when they are injured and those that even prepare their food. My men could not do their jobs without soldiers like you Private. You make a difference by ensuring they have the weaponry they need to do their jobs. Thank you for your service young man."
Private Johnson beamed. He had never thought about it like that. "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. If you need anything else Sir I would be happy to help Sir."
William nodded "The coffee was enough and greatly appreciated."
The Private read his dismissal in those words. He was still beaming as he gave a quick salute and headed back to his seat.
Watching the Private walk away William sighed. Everything he told that young man was so true. His men could not do even a fraction of what they did without the support of so many others. Every role was important even if it was not glamorous.
William thought about Samuel's SRU job. Yes he was making a difference there but he still wanted Samuel back in the Army. It would be better this time. They could talk now.
What a team they would make. He allowed his mind to conjure up a future image of Samuel as a General. What he wouldn't give to hand over the Special Forces at one point to his son. General Badass Jr.; now that would be cool William thought. Maybe he could somehow tempt Samuel back into the Army.
He snorted. Who was he kidding? Samuel wanted nothing to do with the military after the crap he was put through. He only had to recall recent history to know that was a pipe dream.
Christ, the fight he and Samuel had had in Kandahar when he recalled Samuel to get details on the Blockhouse mission. It had started rocky but gotten good for those four weeks. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that he and Samuel would sip morning coffee companionably in Kandahar. But they had and they had started to make some significant progress in reestablishing their relationship.
That is until he went and blew it sky high with his offer to get Samuel back into the military so that he could be with Jules. God he still could not believe that he had told Samuel that if he truly loved Jules he should man up and do the right thing for both of them by rejoining the Army so they could be together. It was a low blow.
But he had been so pissed at how Lane and Parker had treated Samuel when Samuel's and Jules' relationship became known to them. Blaze and Winds would never have done that to Samuel. He was trying to protect his son in the only way he knew.
Well not entirely. William still felt a longing to have Samuel working alongside him in the military. But William needed to be honest with himself and accept that Samuel was where he wanted and needed to be. Private Johnson just made that abundantly clear. Samuel had made a difference in that young man's life.
William knew he needed to quit imagining pipe dreams. Oh but dreams were a hard thing to let go of.
Hospital – Surgery
Vanessa finished dressing Jonas' wound. Luckily it had been a simple operation. Doc Landry was a skilled instructor and she had no problem following his directions. She said "That just about does it."
Noah looked at Minna and stated "Pack the supplies I will need to care for him. Bandages, tape and such."
Spike wanted to clear the room of unnecessary people now. They were getting to the critical point. Noah might be set off and shoot everyone now that Jonas had been treated. His first priority was to get Doc Landry out because he could not walk on his own if they needed to move quickly.
So he said "I'm sure he will need antibiotics. Why don't you let Ron and Minna take Doc Landry to the pharmacy so he can tell them what type of antibiotic to get for Jonas? Because we want the right stuff for your brother."
Noah looked at Ron and Minna and the doctor. "No. No Ron is not going anywhere." But then he decided he did not want to deal with Ron and Spike at the same time. They might overpower him.
He thought quickly and then pointed one of the guns at the restraints on Jonas' bed. He said "Undo all three of those Ron."
Ron did as he was told.
Then Noah pulled Minna to him and placed the gun at her temple. "Spike you take Ron into that other room. You leave the doors open and then you cuff Ron tightly behind his back to something he cannot get out of. Then you push the old geezer in there and cuff him to something with the other cuff on the other side of the room. Then you come back in here and lock the door."
Spike sighed quietly. Damn, not what he wanted but at least two more people were out of the room. Spike suggested "Perhaps I should move Sam in there too?"
Noah shook his head trying to minimize his threats and maintain his high value hostages. A cop was high value, an old man and ski patrol guy were not. "No."
Sam was coming awake and he blinked open his eyes feeling disoriented. The first thing he saw was a man with a gun to Jules' head. No, oh god no. Not Jules. He forced himself to remain calm when he heard Spike's voice.
Spike responded "Okay whatever you say. Remember we are going to do this calmly. Ron into the other room please."
Sam was trying to process where he was and what was going on. He felt his body cycling between hot then cold and he ached all over. His leg was hurting and so was his shoulder. It was hard to think. But he kept his eyes on Jules. She was sacred but calm and he could see she needed him right now.
Minna stared at Sam. The gun was pressed to her head. Staring into his concerned but feverish eyes kept her calm. She drew strength somehow by maintaining a lock on his eyes. She was glad he did not turn away or close his eyes.
Hospital – Recovery Room
Spike finished securing Ron and then pushed Doc Landry into the room. He had been so relieved to find the room empty. Scott must have gotten to the room and told them to clear out. He hoped Scott got them all to safety including himself.
As he cuffed Doc lightly, Spike whispered "As soon as I close and lock the door you undo this and then undo Ron. Then you two get out of here. Scott is armed and may be in the hall to protect you and get you two to safety."
Landry nodded and gripped Spike's hand "Be careful my boy."
Spike nodded. Then he headed back into the surgery, closed and locked the door.
Doc Landry quickly undid the cuff and then rolled over to Ron and undid him.
Ron looked at the surgery door and said "I don't like leaving them all in there; especially Minna and Vanessa."
"My boy we need to do what Spike said to do. I don't like it any more than you do but we need to go now" Landry urged.
Pushing Doc Landry to the hall exit Ron said "I don't have to like it but I'll do it. I'll push you to the stairs then carry you upstairs."
"Good boy" Landry said as he was grateful that Maisie was already safely away. He prayed that Spike would be able to keep Minna, Vanessa, Sam and himself safe from Noah.
Hospital – Hallway Outside the Surgery
Scott heard sounds in two directions. Someone was coming out of the recovery and he was certain he heard a sound down the hall near the café. He wiped the sweat from his brow so it did not drip into his eyes and braced his gun. He did not think it would be Noah or Jonas but he could not be too careful.
He saw the wheelchair first. Doc Landry thank goodness. Then he saw Ron. He hoped to see more but the door closed behind Ron. That left Minna, Vanessa, Sam and Spike in the surgery now. That was better but still not good odds.
Ron pushed Landry close to the surgery doors and whispered "You need to crawl below the windows. I'll be right behind you and then carry you upstairs."
He looked around as Landry crawled. Ron noticed the rolling cart was at an odd angle. His eyes landed on Scott when he peeked around the cart and gave him a thumbs up. Good, Ron thought, Spike was not all alone. Scott was here to back him up.
Ron quickly crawled past the doors and then got to his feet and crouched down to pick up Doc Landry. He nearly screamed and would have if the hand that clamped over his mouth tightly had not been there.
A voice whispered urgently in his ear "Sergeant Grey, JTF2, no sounds."
Nodding Ron was relieved beyond measure as the hand was removed and he was allowed to turn. Ron whispered "Cavalry has arrived. The Bartons are …"
The hand clamped over his mouth again and the Sergeant looked to another man and made a hand signal and pointed toward the rolling cart.
Vinson moved with stealth at the Sergeant's direction towards the cart. There was a small reflection that indicated someone was lying in wait behind it. But it was unclear if it was a friendly or a target.
Scott was startled when the rifle muzzle appeared. He was either getting very sloppy or this man was very good. When he saw the arctic uniform he decided that the soldier was damned good. He rivaled Sam's silent approaches.
Vinson stared at the man in front of him. Which one was he? Vinson whispered "Sam or Scott?"
Scott wanted to laugh but he only said "Scott."
Vinson turned and used hand signals to indicate they had located Scott. He saw Sergeant Grey help the other man lift the old man and move them around the corner. He heard over his headset a direction from his Sergeant to get information from Scott.
Quietly Mark asked "Sitrep?"
Scott wiped the sweat from his brow again then answered "Four hostages in the surgery with both Bartons. The two that just rounded the corner were in the room so might be able to give info on what the state inside is. Noah Barton is armed with two guns. Hostages are two women and two SRU officers. One is my cousin Sam and he is incapacitated. The doctor operated on his leg."
Vinson looked down at Scott and saw the state of his bandage. That was a weird color discharge. He had never seen blue-green discharge before. Vinson then relayed the information to Sergeant Grey and waited for his orders.
He said to Scott "Sit tight, my Sarge will speak to them then my unit will see what we can do to get them out."
Scott slumped against the wall. He nodded and then wiped his brow again. He fought hard to stifle a coughing fit. But it refused to be stopped and Scott was hacking into his elbow trying to reduce the sounds he was making. When it finally stopped he was gasping for breath. The rattle in his chest had gotten more pronounced.
Vinson radioed in a soft whisper "Sarge I need Hinder or Thorson, Scott is not faring well. He is having trouble breathing and he is feverish."
Grey ordered "Thorson, Ramos and Forbes to me. Hinder and Welch proceed upstairs and secure that area. Vinson, if Scott can evac himself send him to my position. His coughing might be a give-away. Don't want to tip our hand yet. If he cannot, I need you to drag him to me."
The unit responded to Grey's orders with soft "Roger".
Close to Scott's ear Vinson asked "Can you get to the corner where my Sarge is? Your coughing could be a tip off. If you cannot, I will get you there."
Scott nodded. Then he turned onto his belly. His strength was fading but he could do this. Scott began belly crawling to the wall of the surgery doors. He made it to the wall and was out of sight of the windows when another coughing fit occurred. He muffled the sound the best he could. Then he began crawling across the threshold of the door.
Hospital – Surgery
Vanessa packed the supplies needed for Jonas, minus the antibiotic, when Noah directed her too because he was holding the gun to Minna's head. Jonas was still out but she could see that Sam had woken up. He was very quiet which she was glad for. She was none too sure if he was fully with them though. His eyes had a glassy look as his gaze never left Minna's.
Spike ventured "Okay, so Jonas has been taken care of and Vanessa has packed the supplies. Why don't you let her and Minna go get the antibiotic? They will go get it and leave it at the ER door for you to pick up. It will be just you and me and I can push Jonas to the exit for you."
He knew Sam was here and awake but he did not include Sam in order not to draw Noah's attention to him again. With just Sam in here Spike would feel more comfortable making a move against Noah. Not the best but better than having Vanessa and Minna in here. Besides he was pretty sure Scott was just outside the surgery and armed if he needed help.
Noah looked at Jonas. Spike had a point. He would need help getting Jonas in the sno-cat. He would need Spike for that since he cuffed Ron in the other room. But he was not willing to let Vanessa and Minna waltz out of here. There was no guarantee they would get the right medications without incentive. They might just run and hide.
He looked at the cop on the table. He was awake. Damn, one more to worry about now. What should he do? What?
Noah released Minna and pushed her towards Vanessa in the back of the room. He needed Vanessa in order to get the right antibiotics from the pharmacy on his way out to the sno-cat. The little nurse was no longer needed just like the injured cop was no longer needed.
Noah's ears caught a sound like a cough outside the surgery in the hall. He went to the side of the window and peeked out. His eyes scanned the area and he saw nothing.
Internally Spike cringed. That was Scott's cough.
Not seeing or hearing anything more, Noah returned to his planning thoughts. He walked away from the door and his eyes landed on the cop on the table again. Because of this cop Jonas had to wait to be operated on.
Jonas played second fiddle to the damned cop. That was not right. He paced a bit wondering if he should shoot both the injured cop and the nurse and then take the doctor hostage when he left. It would ensure Jonas got better care. No one could come after them because of the storm. When Jonas was doing better he could simply kill the doctor.
Yeah. That was what he would do. He would kill the injured cop first in here to show them he meant business. Then he would put the gun to Minna's head to get Spike and Vanessa to comply.
Once he got the antibiotic he would make Spike and Vanessa put Jonas into the sno-cat. Then make Vanessa get in the driver's seat. After she got in he would order Spike to go back inside the hospital while he was still holding Minna at gunpoint. Then he would get in the back of the sno-cat with Jonas and shoot Minna in the leg. Spike would be too busy trying to save her that he could drive away with Vanessa as a hostage.
His plan was solid. It would work. Noah grinned as he turned. He and Jonas would get away. He was raising his weapon at Sam as he said "Here is what we are going to do."
He was ready to proceed with his plan when he definitely heard a cough this time. Noah turned back to the window, walked to it and scanned again. He still did not see anything.
Spike prepared to move, that was definitely Scott's cough. It sounded like it was right outside the door. Damn he might need to make a move with Vanessa and Minna in here too. How much worse could this situation get? His mind was trying to work out the best way to distract Noah and relieve him of his guns while he was looking out the windows.
He glanced at Sam to see if he was with it and if he had heard the cough. Sam's eyes were glassy and unfocused and he was very flushed. The fever must be getting the better of him. Spike decided that he could not count on any help from Sam in his current condition.
It was all up to him now. Spike steeled himself to take action if absolutely necessary. He would still try to talk their way out of this. But that likelihood seemed to be diminishing rapidly as Noah became more agitated.
Noah continued to scan then his eyes moved to a mirror up on the ceiling that let people see down the hallways at the intersection. He saw a quick glimpse three men moving forward in full winter Army gear with assault rifles before they hid behind a cart down the hall.
When did they get here? Shit!
He felt trapped. His plan would not work now. Rage was building. Those soldiers were in his path to the exit and to freedom.
Noah turned to Spike and yelled "How the hell did the Army get here?"
Sam was silent for all this time his brain was only half working. He was glad when Jules was released from the man. He heard a cough but made no outward reaction. He saw Spike look at him through blurry eyes. He wished he could get them to focus better.
The shout startled Sam. He turned his head towards the man with the guns again then he turned to Spike. He mumbled out "The General sent help? When did you call my dad?"
Spike said "Quiet Sam."
Sam blinked confused as his fever raged on. So many thoughts started to jumble together. Nothing was making any sense to him.
Noah roared "His father is a General?"
Spike put his hands up palm out and tried to calm Noah "We still want everyone unharmed including you and your brother. It is time to put your weapon down Noah. If you saw soldiers out there then they will be with Special Forces. They will likely have a sniper that can take you out. I don't want that to happen. You have not hurt anyone here. Let's keep it that way."
Sam pushed himself up to a seated position one handed and looked around as he turned and let his feet dangle off the table. He was so confused right now. His eyes landed on the man with the gun as they landed on him. He saw hatred. Sam slowly registered the gun coming up to point at his head.
There was report of gunfire as Sam watched as something flashed in front of him. The flash was followed by screaming from Jules. Sam blinked rapidly trying to clear his eyes enough to focus.
When they cleared Sam looked down and he saw Spike on the ground. Spike's eyes were closed and he was not moving. Blood was blossoming on his shirt and puddling beneath him.
Sam looked up dazed and disbelievingly at the man "You killed him. You shot my friend."
Minna was screaming as she looked at Spike on the ground. Noah was about to shoot Sam and Spike had rushed forward at Noah trying to stop him. Oh god. There was so much blood.
She could not stop her loud cries. Spike had worked so hard to keep them all safe. Now he was lying in a puddle of blood and she had no idea if he was dead or alive.
Vanessa clung to Minna and tried to get her to calm down. It would do none of them any good. She could see Spike on the ground bleeding. She wanted to help but she had to get Minna calmed first.
She looked at Sam sitting on the table. He looked so confused like he did not trust what he was seeing. Sam's motions were sluggish too. His fever must be raging and he might also be hallucinating again. God what was she going to do?
Noah turned on the crying Minna and yelled "Shut the fuck up bitch or you are next."
Hospital – Hallway Outside the Surgery
The unit rushed forward at the gunshot. Vinson and Grey were at the door first. Thorson grabbed Scott and drug him around the corner as Ramos and Forbes positioned as backup for Grey and Vinson.
Grey peeked in from his side "No joy on the target. Vinson?"
Vinson shook his head. His side was no better. He responded "No joy. I have no clean shot."
Grey tried the door and found that they were locked. He knelt down and pulled out his lock picking kit. It was the only way in since the doors opened outward. They could not kick them in for a fast entry like he wanted to do. He thought the lock should be simple and quick to pick.
As he worked Grey ordered "You get a bead on the target you take the shot Vinson. Ramos, Forbes hold back a bit for cover. Thorson get Scott secured in the stairwell then back up Ramos and Forbes."
"Roger" Vinson and the others answered.
Vinson tried in vain to get a clean shot. Sam was in his line of fire sitting on the table as he was. He saw the legs of a man on the floor. Damn, they should have gone in faster. This was bad.
Hospital – Surgery
Vanessa continued to try to calm Minna "Hush, please Minna."
Sam's fevered mind was beginning to grasp the situation. This man just shot and killed Spike. Soldiers were outside but had not come in for some reason.
He knew he had to take action when the gun began to rise and point towards Jules, no Minna, no Jules, no Minna, no Jules. Who the crying woman was kept shifting in his mind. Ah hell, he couldn't let either one of them get shot. Sam lunged at Noah trying to knock the guns out of Noah's hands.
Sam shoved himself off the table with so much force they ended up on the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. One gun went flying to the opposite side of the room well away from them. But the other fell close to them.
It was an all-out struggle as Sam tried to keep Noah from getting the gun. They wrestled on the ground, rolling this way and that. They rammed into the rolling tray that held the surgical instruments. It was knocked over and the instruments went flying and scattered on the floor around them.
Sam did not have the strength he needed to fight for long. But all he needed to do was hold on long enough for the soldiers to get in here.
Noah tried to get out of the cop's hold once again as he rolled and pounded on the hand that gripped the front of his shirt.
Sam hung on with everything he had as he grit is teeth to keep from yelling out as Noah pounded on his hand. With a small burst of energy Sam was able to pull Noah back from the gun that was just out of his reach.
Getting extremely pissed off that this cop was so strong in his current state Noah raged "Let go pig." Then he pushed back forcefully trying to dislodge the cop's hold on him.
Sam's shoulder, the one that had been dislocated, rammed into the wheel of the gurney. He could not contain the grunt of pain, it hurt so badly. But worse than the pain, Sam lost his hold on Noah.
"Shit" Sam yelled as Noah put some distance between them and Sam failed in his grab at Noah's shirt.
Noah grinned. He might die but he was taking them all out with him before he went. Noah reached for the gun and grasped it as he got out of the cop's hold. He rolled to his side then kicked the cop in the bandaged shin for good measure.
Sam roared in pain and rolled to his side curling up and moving his hands to his shin in reaction to the pain. His eyes watered with pain.
Noah lay there a moment panting and trying to get his breath. He gloried in seeing the cop in so much pain.
Knowing the danger was still present Sam uncurled and brushed his eyes clear of the tears welled in them with the back of his hand. As they cleared Sam spied a scalpel.
He grabbed it while Noah glanced at Vanessa and Minna or Jules. Sam was still not sure which. The scalpel was tiny and would not do much damage. But it was all he had.
Noah began to get to his knees.
Hospital – Hallway Outside the Surgery
"Ah crap, Sarge we have to get in there now. No joy, no joy" Vinson yelled as he saw Sam throw himself at the target who appeared to be taking aim at a woman in the room. They fell behind the table and he had no clear visual.
Then he watched the legs and saw glimpse of the two wrestling on the floor. Still he could not take the shot for fear of hitting Sam as the two rolled back and forth. He saw the medical instruments shower down around them and scatter everywhere.
He glanced at the two women huddled in the back corner. Shit they needed to be in there now.
Vinson's eyes returned to where Sam and the target were still struggling. They rolled towards the back of the surgery and were blocked almost completely by the bed. "God dammit Sarge. Get the fucking thing opened. Sam won't last much longer."
"Got it" called out Grey.
He stood and grabbed one of the handles as Vinson grabbed the other. Both had their weapons at the ready as they ripped open the doors.
Hospital – Surgery
As Noah gained his knees he yelled "I made be dead but so are you cop." Then Noah raised his gun getting ready to fire.
Sam saw the gun raising towards him and he had no other options. It was kill or be killed. Sam threw the scalpel hoping to buy just a little more time for the soldiers to get in here.
The scalpel imbedded in Noah's wrist just before he pulled the trigger. Noah screamed and his hand jerked up.
At the same time as Noah was aiming at Sam and Sam threw the scalpel, Vinson had a clear shot at Noah as his head came above the bed. Vinson's finger squeezed the trigger a fraction of a second after Noah pulled his.
Two bullets sped out of guns. Neither hit their intended target.
Noah's bullet, aimed between Sam's eyes, struck the nitrous oxide tank behind Jonas' gurney.
The nitrous oxide tank exploded.
Vinson's bullet, aimed between Noah's eyes, struck Noah in the shoulder because Noah's body had been lifted and twisted with the force of the explosion as he was thrown backwards.
Noah was also hit between the eyes with the valve of the nitrous oxide tank. The valve was embedded so deeply in his skull only a small portion of it was visible. Noah was dead before his body even hit the floor.
The force of the explosion sent Grey and Vinson flying backwards out of the surgery. They landed on the ground and were unconscious.
Minna and Vanessa were blown into the wall and both collapsed to the ground unconscious.
Jonas's gurney shot straight upwards as the nitrous oxide tank below and behind it blew. Jonas was thrown with great force into the low ceiling of the room. His head hit the ceiling and whipped back with such force that it snapped his neck. Jonas dropped in a dead heap to the floor. Killed as a result of his own brother's actions.
Thorson, Ramos and Forbes were far enough away not to be unconscious but they were all stunned and dazed by the loud concussive sound wave. They dropped to their knees as their ears rang causing problems with their equilibrium.
Sam and Spike were on the floor to begin with. Their bodies were shielded from most of the blast by the sturdy thick base of the operating table. But both were unconscious too. Spike's gunshot wound to the side was still sluggishly bleeding adding to the already large pool around him.
Outside Craig Hospital
Team One exited the sno-cat and began to move towards the entrance. They were geared up like they would be for any hot call. But they would hold there until Greg made contact with Sergeant Grey.
Jules watched as the medical team disembarked and began getting their gear ready in order to render aid as soon as they were given the all clear to enter the building. She turned to Lou and adjusted her hold on her MP5 as she said "I hope the unit resolved it already. I'm worried about Sam, Spike and Scott."
Lou nodded "Me too."
Everyone jumped and turned towards the ER entrance when a loud explosion inside was heard.
Ed yelled "Team One, direct to threat, let's go" as he raced for the entrance.