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Chapter Three
Marcelo coughed up blood again. He heard the faint wail of a siren. Nurse Flood pulled up in her smart car. She got out racing over. She knelt by Marcelo checking him over. "you've got some deep wounds. I need to get you back to my house so I can patch them up for you." She helped him to his feet. He limped with her to her car. She strapped him down before going over to the drivers' side door climbing in. She rushed him to her house. She herded him indoors laying him down on the couch. She had him strip down to his pants so she could bandage up the wound he had on his stomach. He laid down with an audible groan. Helen was cleaning off the blood from her hands. "can I get a name?" she asked. He shakes his head. "classified." He coughed. She put her hands on her hip. "look it's not like I'm going to tell the military where you are. You're in no condition to be fighting anyway." He nods. "Marcelo." He replied. "call me Marcelo." She smiled. She put a pillow behind his head. "well Marcelo you can stay here for as long as you like. I'm going to be keeping an eye on you for the next few weeks." He nodded again. "yes ma'am." He saluted her. "I'm Helen. Don't call me "ma'am" I don't care what the military tells you to call me but around here just call me "Helen." She replied. He laid his head back on the pillow. He closed his eyes at the medication that Helen gave him started to sink in.
Elvis grew worried about Sam. He noticed that his mentor had not yet returned to the fire station. He pulled out his walkie. "Elvis to Sam." He called. "Sam here. What seems to be the problem, Elvis?" asked Sam. "I was wondering when you were coming back to the fire station?" Sam laughed a bit. "I'll be back in a little while Elvis just be patient. Over and out." Sam hung up on Elvis. He sighed. He was leaning up against the guardrails looking out over the harbor. He was thinking about all of the events that had gone on in the past month. He looked up at the sky. "hey Sam." Greeted a voice. Sam turned around to see his brother, Charlie, standing behind him. "hey Charlie." Charlie walked up to him. "the weather has been fickle the past few weeks. I'm having problems fishing." Sam nodded. "I think this whole thing about the aliens is related." Sam looked at his brother. "I mean think about it. Ever since those damn things started appearing the weather around PontyPandy has gotten worse and worse." Charlie stroked his chin. "though it could just be the scurvy talking." Sam sighed. "I believe you Charlie." He got off of the rail. "anyway I'm heading out now to get some more fish. I'm waiting on Hoshi." Sam heard panting next to him. "hey." –huff- "dad." –huff- "Sam." Panted Hoshi. He leaned down. "sorry shift took longer than expected." Charlie laughed. "it's no problem really. I've got the gear loaded up onto the boat already I was just waiting for you." Hoshi nodded. "let's get going then." Sam bid farewell to the both of them and watched as they left the dock on the boat.
Sam was heading back to the station when he heard conversations coming from the square. People were all swarmed around the fountain chatting amongst themselves. Sam ducked into the alleyway listening in. A man walked up onto the stage. "ladies and gentlemen of PontyPandy, it is I, Buck. I'm here to help you guys with the alien menace." He grabbed the microphone off of the stand. His eyes scanned the crowd landing on Sam who was fiddling with his phone. A slow smile spread across his face. "well if it isn't Samuel Peyton-Jones, Senior Firefighter of the PontyPandy Fire Brigade." His voice had a little sneer to it. "what honor do I have of this?" he questioned. Sam ignored him. "Look whatever violence you're here for you better take care of it quick and get the hell out of this town." Growled Sam lightly keeping his composure. "I'm shocked. The same man who's also a demon hunter has threatened me. Oh I'm so scared. Look pal, I'm doing you a favor so you don't have to get your hands dirty." Sam turned around to face him. "well I'm not going to do it at the expense of innocent lives okay? Whatever you're here to do, do it quick." Sam began to walk away. He didn't want to deal with Buck any longer. Buck began laughing. "you see this folks? This man is an unbeliever!" he shrugged. "but I guess it's to be expected from a man who failed to save someone's life." Sam ignored him as he left the square. Buck smiled. "you see this folks? This is why alien hunters like me exist. We have those who support the enemy like him and those who want to get rid of the enemy like me."
Sam made it back to the station only to hear the alarm going off. "sorry Sam but we have an emergency! A little girl has been spotted up high on the mountain stuck on the cliffs. The cliffs are unstable around her so we've got to hurry!" yelled Fire Capt. Steele over the intercom. Sam rushed to get his gear. He hopped on Mercury and pulled away from the fire station.