Many Hours Later

It was nearly the afternoon, the recycling plant fire was slowly being contained throughout the day. With the help of the Vigilantes, firefighters were able to get a breather.

The P.R.T. saved around TEN lives. Every surgery Warren and Phoebe did was successful and they transported their patients safely to SilverStone Memorial.

The P.R.T. was coming back from SilverStone and parked near the UFRT.

Arnold and Spinelli were at one of the Aid Car's cleaning up minor cuts from Spinelli's face.

"I told you, I'm fine!" She grumbled. "Nonsense, now hold still and let me clean them before they get infected!" Arnold replied.

While that was happening, they soon heard arguing near them, and near the entrance of the facility.

"SO WHAT, BITCH, WHAT?!" A firefighter was yelling at his colleague. "WHAT'S THE MATTER? COULDN'T STAND UP TO A LADY?! 'CAUSE YOU WERE TOO WEAK?! TOO PATHETIC?!" He hit his arm. "Or what's the matter? Momma didn't love you?" He gave a menacing look.

He knew what he was saying to his colleague, who was an orphan that was abandoned by his family and grew up in foster homes.

"What's the matter with those guys?" Spinelli looked over. "What did I just say?" Arnold lowered his eyelids. "Alright, fine! I'll hold still."

"Look, please just talk to me-" His colleague shoved his arm out of the way. "What's the matter, Johnson? You want me to BEAT THE GUILT OUTTA YOU?!" He clenched his fist. Johnson gulped. "I- I just wanna know if we can work together."

"What the hell are you worried about? That I'll leave you in a burning building and yell 'clear'?"

"It crossed my mind…"

He leaned in for a face-to-face. "As long as you're on my team, I got your back. Because that is the code I follow, and unlike some people, I honor my code."

Creak….

The two looked at the building to see where the noise came from.

KA-BOOM

CRASH

BOOM

An explosion was triggered near the entrance, glass, and metal flew everywhere, catching Johnson and his infuriated colleague.

The two were blasted back. Johnson was fine, but his colleague wasn't.

"What the hell?!"

Johnson soon saw his colleague had a severe injury. His abdominal area sliced open and revealed his insides.

"WARREN!" Shadow yelled and went to the PRT truck.

"Gotta get a knife mobile… That bad, huh?…"

"You'll be ok, just sliced up…" Johnson applied pressure to the open wound. "Wh- What's that I feel… Is that my insides?…"

"Just blood… Take deep breaths. Eyes on me."

"On you?…" He said, extremely dazed and confused.

"Hey! Hey!" He tried keeping his teammate awake.

"I can't look at you… If I look at you, I see my wife… You bastard…"

"Sergio, hey! What do you want to do to me?"

"I- I wanna kill you…"

"Good! Good, keep going. What else?" He tried keeping him awake."

"I hate you… I always have hated you…"

"What else?"

"I want you to suffer, you fucking bitch… I wanna suffocate you…" Sergio was losing consciousness. "HEY! Stay with me here! Don't you wanna smash the other side of my face?" Johnson referred to Sergio punching him a couple of days ago.

Warren, Shadow, and Phoebe came over with the stretcher and a jumpbag.

"Fuck you…" Sergio was starting to black out.

"What happened?" Warren kneeled over to put an oxygen mask on him. "An explosion caught us and sliced him open. I'm holding pressure on his intestines to keep him from bleeding."

Sergio was soon moved carefully on the backboard.

"We got it, son." Shadow told Johnson.

The backboard was lifted onto the stretcher and immediately wheeled off to the truck.

"Captain, Sergio's headed to the PRT for immediate surgery." Johnson radioed his Captain.

He was inside the truck as Warren closed the truck doors and got ready to open him.

"Alright, this is gonna sound crazy but Phoebe, I need you to put your hand in his abdomen." Warren hooked up Sergio to the cardiac monitor.

"And then what?" Phoebe asked as Warren was intubating.

"As far as you can until you feel his spine!"

Phoebe had her gloves on and soon inserted her hand inside Sergio's stomach.

"Good! Move your fingers j-"

"A little to the right, got it…. I feel something pulsing! Has to be his femoral artery or vein." Warren finally finished intubating him.

"I think it's his aorta. Actually, yup." Phoebe tried to feel around inside. "Pressing it down now." She slowly started to press the aorta.

The cardiac monitor's blood pressure kept dropping.

"B.P's dropping… We have to stop the bleeding now!" Phoebe looked at Kliff. "Already on it." He had a huge needle. "Just need to figure this out real quick to see how deep I need to go…" He started to insert the needle.

"Alright, remove your hand." Warren told Phoebe. She slowly removed her hand from the abdomen.

"Still dropping!…"

"Almost there…"

"Phoebe kept an eye on the monitor. "It's coming up!"

"Perfect! He's stable, get us to SilverStone." Kliff told her. Phoebe nodded and took off her gloves and surgical gown.

She got out of the rear of the truck and headed up front.

"Arnold, our patient is stable and we're headed to SilverStone Memorial now." She radioed him in the truck.

"Copy that."

Soon, the PRT truck was back on the streets once more and racing to the hospital.

The red and white sirens flashed and the siren wailed, clearing traffic.

In the rear of the truck, Warren kept an eye on their patient, he felt proud of the accomplishments he made with the PRT truck.

Sergio's vitals were stable, Kliff and Phoebe wouldn't have had this any other way. The PRT truck was a complete success.

As the truck raced to the hospital, Johnson was at the recycling plant fire, mainly remorseful of what happened. He had his helmet in hand, his uniform completely dirty, and his face with very minor cuts.

He slowly walked toward his engine company, wanting to call it a day already. He's already had enough of today.

Unfortunately, more drama would follow up later after the fire at their station, Station 47.

Two Hours Later

The fire was finally out, all the Vigilantes were headed home. The PRT was still at SilverStone.

The Hyperjet and QR Jet soon arrived back at the lair and landed.

"Eleven lives saved with the PRT, who would've thought…" Gerald came up to them. He was staying home for the next two months.

"Boy, I'll tell ya, that thing really is more impressive than I thought. I love how the truck looks on the outside, but man that thing is really out of this world! Shit's that advanced." Spinelli replied. "What happens when you have this advanced technology. I mean, just look! We have all these pups and this gear!" Rhonda added.

"Alright well, let's take it easy the rest of the day, shall we guys?" Spinelli suggested. "Not so fast there, hotshot. We still have the Militia on the loose, Alastor and Haidra. And right now, it's starting to seem like we're getting more and more desperate for any clues on the cloudburst." Arnold replied.

"They better just peer their damn heads so we can just take 'em down!" Spinelli grumbled while Rhonda yelped, just now remembering something.

"Uh, Arnold? Can I talk to you in private?" She pulled him aside as the others walked away. "What is it?"

"I know it seems ridiculous I just now remember but, don't you remember what Adcox told us on the roof that night? How did he have ANY clue about who we are, our whereabouts, who we know and date, etc! Arnold, you don't think The Militia were involved with Axe down in Chicago, do you?" Arnold paused for a moment. "It seems like a long shot, yet I can't help but wonder. I mean, nobody knows our counterparts have a daughter, only our real identities! If anything, I'm skeptical about Adcox despite him being dead now, but I'm starting to think the militia might have been involved with this…"

"Whatever the case may be, that doesn't sit right with me." Arnold caressed her cheek. "Hey, let's wind down and get in more comfortable clothes, shall we?" He kissed her nose slowly. She nodded with a smile.

The PRT truck soon rolled into the lair with its red and white sirens flashing and soon turned off.

"Ah, Warren, Phoebe, you two are finally back. So, how are the admitted patients from the PRT, including Sergio?" Arnold asked. "Man, this is the next best thing to define the word 'advanced'. This thing saved ELEVEN lives today! ELEVEN." Warren had a smile as he slapped the hood of the truck twice.

"That is AMAZING to hear! So Pheebs, what do you think on your first day operating in the field?" Arnold asked with a smile as he approached her. "May have been a while since I last did a surgery at all, but it felt great to do so once more! And you know what? I think I'd like to do it again next time out! Plus, I love the uniform designs for this truck, they're really impressive!" She replied as she admired the uniform.

"I'd say you had more fun sticking your hand inside a guy's abdomen than the suit." Warren smirked. "Oh, shut up." She chuckled.

"Alright, come on guys, let's take it easy the rest of the day." Arnold suggested. "You? Taking it easy? Yeah right." Phoebe smirked at Arnold and Rhonda, who blushed.

After Warren and Phoebe walked away, Arnold had that flirty look in his eyes and slapped Rhonda's ass.

"Ouuu, playful much?" Rhonda purred. "I'd probably say more than that." Arnold smirked as the two briefly kissed.

Rhonda then smirked at him. "I got two girls that are just itching to see you again." She kissed him.

After, Arnold rubbed her vagina area. "Arnold! Not here!" She blushed. "Let's just get upstairs now." The two giggled and kissed each other.

Hours Later

It was nighttime in Hillwood, around eight o'clock or so, a relatively quiet night as well. Unfortunately, things were rather busy at the Police Department.

The P.D. had their hands busy trying to find a missing teenage boy, who not only went missing, but the teen had a dark secret he was hiding.

"You certainly know how to pleasure me." Rhonda winked and kissed Arnold as they exited their bedroom. Olivia came up to her father.

"There's my big girl! Come here!" Arnold hugged his daughter. "Hey, Dad!"

"Something wrong, hun?" Arnold asked. "Not at all. I just wanted to see the two best parents in the entire world!" Olivia smiled at her parents.

Rhonda shrugged. "We try to, and that's what counts, no?" She kissed her forehead.

Swoops then came… walking by?

"What the?! Birds can walk?" Olivia was caught off guard by Swoops, who hopped up the stairs and walked toward them. "Oh, don't tell me you didn't know that…" Arnold looked at her.

"I did! I just never saw it personally. It just feels so weird seeing that." Olivia replied while scratching her head. Arnold then whistled. "Come here, boy!" Swoops flew up to his forearm.

"I'm starting to think you got your IQ from your mother and bravery from me." Arnold snickered. Rhonda lowered her eyelids and hit his shoulder.

"Sir, I picked up a 9-1-1 call of a fire in a downtown hotel. I suggest heading over and checking things out." Impulse soon chimed in. "Has the fire broken out yet?"

"No word yet, I'll keep you posted."

"We can barely catch a break, can we?" Olivia groaned. "Believe me, before you were born, your father and I had quite a few embarrassing moments before a callout…" Rhonda blushed, and so did Arnold.

Rhonda was referring to a few embarrassing moments between her and Arnold. The two would get interrupted by a callout during sex… Half the time, the two didn't even have an orgasm yet. Other times, the two were bound to reach an orgasm and would get interrupted. Heck, it's probably better than having someone walk in on them.

"Come on!" Shadow headed downstairs, and Swoops flew behind him. Rhonda and Olivia shrugged and followed behind.

Soon, everyone was down in the lair gearing up. Gerald and Sapphire would stay behind, and everyone else headed to the downtown hotel fire.

The Hyperjet took off, the UFRT and PRT trucks took the road. The UFRT sirens blared and honked its horn as it took off to the streets.

Later

As they were headed to the fire, the radio suddenly turned on and made a bunch of static.

"The hell is up with the radio?" Travis asked while driving the UFRT. "No idea." Nadine replied.

"Damn radios jammed! We have no comms through them!" Spinelli tried using it, but instead, a voice came through, a distorted voice delivering a weird message.

"That doesn't sound normal at all…" Travis went on his earpiece. "Shadow, you gettin' this?"

"I hear you, Montgomery, same thing here in the Jet somehow." Shadow replied as an Engine unit and Ladder unit were approaching the same turn.

Spinelli then went on her earpiece. "Yo, Arnold! Something is playing through the radio comms but we can't quite- The comms immediately cut out as a bright flash of orange and white was seen throughout the entire block.

CRASH

BOOM

KA-BOOM

THUD

CLANG

A big explosion was triggered directly underneath the UFRT. The truck flipped over on its right side and a massive ball of fire at the rear of the truck was ignited. Half of the siren light casing shattered while it flipped on its right, the windshield was shattered as well and the right mirror was broken off. The sirens were immediately cut off as the siren lights still rotated, without the casing its in. Sparks flew everywhere along with pieces of debris exploding off the truck.

The truck would grind to a stop with sparks flying everywhere. The PRT truck screeched to a stop behind it. The Ladder and Engine companies immediately stopped as they saw the explosion to the left of them.

Smoke surrounded the entire truck and area around it, as flames were at the rear of the truck, along with flaming pieces of debris.

The truck laid on its right side as the headlights kept flashing repeatedly. The smoke around the headlights made it look like a haunted light rather than anything. The red siren still flashed, but the casing was shattered and torn apart.

Thankfully, Travis, Nadine, and Spinelli weren't killed. Travis and Nadine were a little farther away from the truck, but Spinelli was at the windshield of the truck as the windshield crumbled at her legs. Both her Sai's were missing. One of them was wedged under the destroyed truck, but where was the other one?

The Hyperjet froze in its tracks as the UFRT was now a wrecked mess.

"AUGH!" Spinelli was in severe pain as the windshield crumbled at her boots.

Swoops was released outside the scout the area, he then checked in immediately. He saw someone approaching the wrecked truck.

A person with a bomb vest and a detonator came up and inspected the area. The truck lights flashed off him.

Spinelli was barely conscious enough to see who it was.

"You're new." The person said.

"ARGH!" Spinelli groaned in pain as the person walked away from her. She turned her head to where the pain came from. "Aw, crap…" She found where the other Sai was, lodged around her abdomen and blood surrounded the area, and was bleeding out slowly. She soon blacked out.