The day had been going fairly well. After the SUV incident, we had found a small gas station that had been looted. Everything was either trashed or missing. We decided to take a chance and check the fuel tanks. They were still filled. Garen got his ‘pump in a can’ kit out and went to work filling all the empties we had with us, as well as the few gallons we had used out of the mains in the truck.
While this was going on, Angelique and I were standing guard. Before we got out of the truck, Garen told Angelique to look dangerous. Her reply was something like ‘gotcha, look Russian, Belyana on the job’. She was standing beside the truck, her hand resting on the pistol grip of the shorty shotgun. She had swiped an old set of mirrored shades from the truck and looked wholly in the part.
This took a while but it was one of the important things we were looking to do other than gear recovery at the Center. I made note of the location to potentially hit it again if we were close on our way back. Garen was happy we found one, especially with it being above what looked like the high water mark so it shouldn’t be contaminated with seawater. He had a float on his fuel hose as well so it wouldn’t suck up a bunch of the sediment and such from the bottom of the tanks we were pulling from.
All told, we didn’t have many detours until we got closer to the center. Around the high water debris mark, there were log jams of cars, boats and anything that would float pushed up in some of the roads. We were finally able to find a spot we could get through after we used the wench to move a car and a boat some to widen a trail.
Throughout it all, I kept Kara and Allyson up to date on the blocked roads and routes that worked as we went so if need be they could get here faster than we did. One of the more troubling aspects was the lack of many people. The city was still a city but there were very few people to be seen, and those you did, you only got glimpses of. There was also a marked lack of radio traffic. My scanner barely made a peep, and those were on the ‘family channels’ of the small point to point comms. The city, state and federal were all quiet.
We finally rolled up to the Center mid-afternoon. There are signs of high water but it has receded. It didn’t look like it got much above the first floor, maybe some on the second floor as far as sustained flooding. The initial walls of water were much higher I am sure, even just based on what I saw on day one. The important part of this is most of the stuff we were after was stored on the second and third floors so if they are there, they should be relatively intact if not dry. We hope.
Garen is able to get the ground floor door open so he can go in and raise the gates closing off the driveway up into the parking garage. Once I roll inside, he lowers them again. No reason to advertise anything has changed to the world. He hopped back in and we drove straight up to the third level. We figured it would be dry by now and there was some stuff Garen knew John kept in the connexes he had at the back of this level and in his apartment.
As we reached the third floor, I spotted two trucks parked there. The first one I recognized as John’s. The other one I didn’t know. Garen spun around when I mentioned it. He grinned and said ‘that’s Logan’s truck. Cool, the kid made it’.
We parked near the apartment door. Angelique and Garen got out of their side as I called in and shut things down in the truck. Just as I was stepping out, I noticed Angelique left the shotgun on the seat. Rather than put it back in the cradle above the visors, I just slung it over my shoulder. As I was getting closer to the door, I heard Garen talking with someone. I was almost in the doorway when I heard Angelique scream Garen’s name at banshee level at almost the same time I hear a single pistol shot followed by two more. By this time I had the shotgun up and burst through the door. The snapshot that is burned into my memory is seeing Garen crumpled to the floor, his head covered in blood, a puddle forming on the floor, Angelique on her back on the floor, and a mid-sized blond guy swinging a pistol back towards Garen.
I don’t actually remember the next actions. Angelique had to tell me. I evidently had already racked the charging handle on the shotgun. I brought it up and dumped the entire tube of shells into the man with the pistol at a range of about fifteen feet. I don’t even remember seeing the glowing green ball of the flare going at him.
The next thing I remember, I was feeling Garen’s head, his pulse and pulling out Combat Gauze. He had taken a round down one side of his skull, tearing a great big flap of skin loose, but fortunately his melon was intact. No holes or crepitus. I had to get a handle on the bleeding. Then I could go check on Angelique. Combat Gauze, battle dressing and an NPA. He is still breathing, but he is unconscious. I rolled him on his side into the recovery position and moved over to Angelique.
She was gasping on the ground. Thank god that boy was a good shot. He rushed his shots. He must have figured he didn’t have time for a head shot so he pumped two center of mass. This saved Angelique. To keep her in character, we couldn’t dress her in full combat gear. Instead, I put an old level three concealed vest on her like the cops wear. It also has a small pocket for a trauma plate insert. I also figured we needed to fill her out a bit. I had her put the chest protector I had for fencing on before and under the vest. This helped it keep the feminine form instead of flattening her chest out. A loose cotton shirt over all of that helped it disappear. She took the handgun rounds square on the trauma plate. It hurt like hell, will leave quite a bruise, but it much preferred to the alternative holes she would have had. I sat her up and slid her over to beside Garen and told her to keep an eye on him.
Shit! How many more in the building? Better get the guys headed my way. Worst idea ever is solo clearing a building looking for an unknown quantity of bad guys. I don’t know if I caught everything on Garen and Angelique. Not my specialty. Radio time.
“Flash Traffic! Units Spike and Dawn down. Fully Engaged. Broken Arrow, I repeat, Broken Arrow.”
I had to stop for a moment and gather my thoughts better. Reload the shotgun. 9-Line. Got to update the guys. A quick second check of my patients and then I grabbed a sharpie and started scrawling notes. With my rough notes done, I got back on the radio. I need them ready to start working medical the moment their feet hit the ground.
“9-Line MIST, Prepare to Copy.”
Kara’s voice came back over the radio.
“Prepared to copy, Go”
It’s good to hear her on the radio. I hate to admit it, but I really need the help. Shoot, more importantly, Garen needs help. I looked at my notes and continued.
“One, John’s”
“Two, Buffy”
“Three, one Bravo, one Charlie”
“Four, Alpha”
“Five, One Lima, One Alpha”
“Six, X-Ray, Repeat, X-Ray”
“Seven, Delta”
“Eight, one Alpha, one Bravo”
“MIST to follow”
“MIST Alpha”
“Mike, GSW”
“India, Head”
“Sierra, Stable, Un”
“Tango, MARCH”
“MIST Bravo”
“Mike, GSW”
“India, Chest”
“Sierra, Stable”
“Tango, None”
“How Copy?”
Kara’ voice, full of concern, came back over the radio. “Copy all, Repeat 6”
Shit! She was worried about having to come in shooting. I better be a bit more precise.
“Six, currently November, anticipate X-Ray”
“Understood. Enroute, will contact for LZ instructions and clearance.”
I need those two here. I need bigger medical minds brought to bear, higher skill levels, and more abilities. “Step on it, I’m above my patch”