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ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
IO sites are dependent on a wide variety of elements. TCCC and the US Army teach in a combat casualty, the sternal IO is the first choice, since it is usually behind the vest and the trauma plate. Any fractures, much less amputations make peripheral IO unusable. I like the EZ-IO and Humeral as well, being a non-weight bearing bone. With several trained in TCCC in the story, the precaution makes sense I hope.
Deployedmedicine.com for TCCC references
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
The sternal is up in the manubrium, well clear of the hand placement for CPR. For a medical pt, humeral or tibial makes much more sense. Eternal for combat trauma in the military due to possibly compromised limbs or pelvis. With med bag space at a premium, you carry the device for the worst case. The issued aid bag is smaller than most day packs (the M9) so no room for ezio and fast-1 for sternal
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Kara looked over to where Allyson and Bekka were working on Garen. They seemed to have things well in hand, so she felt that she should start working the mission. As she was staring, a thought struck her as almost a physical blow at the same time she could here in her head Garen’s voice repeat the mantra he had so many times; “prep and reset the go gear first, then the rest of the mission.”
”Come on, shag your ass Angelique, we have a crapload to do.” She didn’t even pause as she walked out to the area where they had parked the vehicles. She began to take stock and mental jig-sawing of the expected vehicles. She looked over as Angelique came out the door. She was pleased to see she had all her gear back on, her e&e bag slung over one shoulder, the shotgun bandoleer on the other and the shorty shotgun at her side. She immediately started laying out the plan for the next few activities.
“Alright, we need to get these vehicles turned around and staged near the ramp up from the second level. We also need to top off all their fuel tanks from the jerry cans in the truck. We also need to shift any empties so they have their fill ports facing out. This will tell us at a glance how many full versus empty we have. All the ones on the Subaru should be full and we need to keep it that way. The truck has bigger internal tanks and longer range so it gets the empties. We are also going to be adding that black truck over there” she pointed at John’s truck “and I don’t know how much fuel or any other supplies are in it. So, we need to configure it similar to the load setup you guys have in Garen’s truck you rode out here in. I don’t know exactly who is going to be with who for the drive back but I can make a calculated guess knowing Bekka. I would anticipate your seat to be the same one you came out here in, but probably me driving. I think Bekka will be in the Subaru with Garen as a litter patient down the right side of the car and Allyson in the other truck, so you and me in the middle with the truck and trailer. Questions?”
Angelique took all of this in, nodding as Kara laid it out. When asked for questions, her reply was immediate.
“I’m glad you didn’t include me as a driver. I barely have a license and no experience. I’ve lived in the city, mom hated to drive and wasn’t going to pay for upkeep on a car. I’ve driven dad’s truck a bit but am by no means a driver. Where do you want me to start?”
“Tell you what. I’ll start with putting the Subaru closest to the apartment, then Garen’s truck, then John’s truck. Once I get the first two in place, start with the fuel. As you make a dent in it, I’ll find out about how and what and where we are stacking it. We will end up going through this whole place over the next several hours, dragging everything up here behind the vehicles so we can see what we have, prioritize, split it among the vehicles and pack it. Dawn is our deadline so we need to move fast. Any ideas, let us know. You think different than I do and Bekka and I think different than Allyson. Between all of us, we need to try and cover all the bases we can.”
Kara, started moving the vehicles around as Angelique started working the fuel.
After the first two are moved, Kara had to go back into the apartment to find John’s keys. She knew he kept extra copies around, she just had to find where they were.
As she walks in, she sees Allyson working with the trauma stapler to close Garen’s wound. She moved around them and began searching for the keys to the truck. One of the places she knew they could be but didn’t want to look was in Logan’s pockets, but they needed to be searched anyway. She pulled back the sheet and had to pause. It is amazing and so completely devastating what half a dozen rounds of 12 gauge up close will do to the human body. She made note of things on him as well. There was a Rolex on his wrist that was new. She knew he couldn’t have afforded it. She stripped it off to add to the pile of the suspected looting bounty. She went through his pockets and found a few sets of keys, a couple of knives, a small bag of some sort of drugs she didn’t readily identify, and his wallet. His wallet she put back on him. She then covered him back up and went out to check the keys against the vehicles.
There were six sets of vehicle keys, but only the two trucks here on the third floor. This immediately made her curious and a bit scared. What were the other keys for? Bekka said she had cleared the building. Did she? Great! Now she was questioning Bekka’s competence! She hadn’t seen other vehicles on the first or second floors of the parking structure when they came in, and Bekka wouldn’t have missed something like that either. She got her subgun in hand as she passed Angelique.
“Kid, keep your head on a swivel, something isn’t right here. I am going up to the roof to check something out. If I’m not back down in 10 minutes, get your ass back in the apartment and tell Allyson and Bekka where I went.” Kara didn’t wait for a reply. Instead she went up the driving ramp to the fourth floor/roof.
”Come on, shag your ass Angelique, we have a crapload to do.” She didn’t even pause as she walked out to the area where they had parked the vehicles. She began to take stock and mental jig-sawing of the expected vehicles. She looked over as Angelique came out the door. She was pleased to see she had all her gear back on, her e&e bag slung over one shoulder, the shotgun bandoleer on the other and the shorty shotgun at her side. She immediately started laying out the plan for the next few activities.
“Alright, we need to get these vehicles turned around and staged near the ramp up from the second level. We also need to top off all their fuel tanks from the jerry cans in the truck. We also need to shift any empties so they have their fill ports facing out. This will tell us at a glance how many full versus empty we have. All the ones on the Subaru should be full and we need to keep it that way. The truck has bigger internal tanks and longer range so it gets the empties. We are also going to be adding that black truck over there” she pointed at John’s truck “and I don’t know how much fuel or any other supplies are in it. So, we need to configure it similar to the load setup you guys have in Garen’s truck you rode out here in. I don’t know exactly who is going to be with who for the drive back but I can make a calculated guess knowing Bekka. I would anticipate your seat to be the same one you came out here in, but probably me driving. I think Bekka will be in the Subaru with Garen as a litter patient down the right side of the car and Allyson in the other truck, so you and me in the middle with the truck and trailer. Questions?”
Angelique took all of this in, nodding as Kara laid it out. When asked for questions, her reply was immediate.
“I’m glad you didn’t include me as a driver. I barely have a license and no experience. I’ve lived in the city, mom hated to drive and wasn’t going to pay for upkeep on a car. I’ve driven dad’s truck a bit but am by no means a driver. Where do you want me to start?”
“Tell you what. I’ll start with putting the Subaru closest to the apartment, then Garen’s truck, then John’s truck. Once I get the first two in place, start with the fuel. As you make a dent in it, I’ll find out about how and what and where we are stacking it. We will end up going through this whole place over the next several hours, dragging everything up here behind the vehicles so we can see what we have, prioritize, split it among the vehicles and pack it. Dawn is our deadline so we need to move fast. Any ideas, let us know. You think different than I do and Bekka and I think different than Allyson. Between all of us, we need to try and cover all the bases we can.”
Kara, started moving the vehicles around as Angelique started working the fuel.
After the first two are moved, Kara had to go back into the apartment to find John’s keys. She knew he kept extra copies around, she just had to find where they were.
As she walks in, she sees Allyson working with the trauma stapler to close Garen’s wound. She moved around them and began searching for the keys to the truck. One of the places she knew they could be but didn’t want to look was in Logan’s pockets, but they needed to be searched anyway. She pulled back the sheet and had to pause. It is amazing and so completely devastating what half a dozen rounds of 12 gauge up close will do to the human body. She made note of things on him as well. There was a Rolex on his wrist that was new. She knew he couldn’t have afforded it. She stripped it off to add to the pile of the suspected looting bounty. She went through his pockets and found a few sets of keys, a couple of knives, a small bag of some sort of drugs she didn’t readily identify, and his wallet. His wallet she put back on him. She then covered him back up and went out to check the keys against the vehicles.
There were six sets of vehicle keys, but only the two trucks here on the third floor. This immediately made her curious and a bit scared. What were the other keys for? Bekka said she had cleared the building. Did she? Great! Now she was questioning Bekka’s competence! She hadn’t seen other vehicles on the first or second floors of the parking structure when they came in, and Bekka wouldn’t have missed something like that either. She got her subgun in hand as she passed Angelique.
“Kid, keep your head on a swivel, something isn’t right here. I am going up to the roof to check something out. If I’m not back down in 10 minutes, get your ass back in the apartment and tell Allyson and Bekka where I went.” Kara didn’t wait for a reply. Instead she went up the driving ramp to the fourth floor/roof.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
“Kid, keep your head on a swivel, something isn’t right here. I am going up to the roof to check something out. If I’m not back down in 10 minutes, get your ass back in the apartment and tell Allyson and Bekka where I went.” Kara didn’t wait for a reply. Instead she went up the driving ramp to the fourth floor/roof.
Facts are adding up and it equates potential problems and enemy....
Thanks CCG for the chapter....
Texican....
Facts are adding up and it equates potential problems and enemy....
Thanks CCG for the chapter....
Texican....
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Allyson and Bekka finished up wrapping and packaging Garen. They shifted him around so he was sitting up some. All his vital signs were stable. Allyson had pulled out the small cardiac monitor and hooked it up to him. She had told Bekka it was the best $140 Garen had spent for the med rucks. They were able to watch his heart rate and rhythm. They also put a small device on him to read the End-Tidal CO2 from him. This showed how his body was using the air he was breathing. All of this, combined with the pulse ox were giving a clear picture of Garen’s condition. Allyson couldn’t help but think to herself that twenty years ago, it would have taken two gurneys to carry enough equipment to monitor a patient this well. Now her whole diagnostic kit was kept literally in a pouch made to carry shaving and bathroom equipment on a vacation and would fit in a medium sized shoe box. They had also numbed the entire scalp area with lidocaine prior to debriding it and stapling it. They had run a liter of fluid into him, as well as IV antibiotics and some pain meds. Now they were just waiting for him to surface from the pain meds.
“Bekka, I know you want to be here when he wakes up, but I will call you as soon as it looks eminent. You should go and help get all the stuff we came to do done, otherwise Garen ended up with a permanent part in his hair for nothing. “
She realized the truth in Allyson’s observations, but she was still hesitant to leave Garen’s side. She wasn’t anywhere as used to being on this side of the event. He has seen her through many injuries compared to his relative few. She also knew he needed her to get the stuff they came for. He had told her about most of it, she thought. He probably had another four or five lists in his head though.
“Give a shout the moment he starts to come around. I need his brain to make sure we don’t miss something vital.”
Their conversation was interrupted by Angelique bursting in the door to the apartment.
“Bekka, I know you want to be here when he wakes up, but I will call you as soon as it looks eminent. You should go and help get all the stuff we came to do done, otherwise Garen ended up with a permanent part in his hair for nothing. “
She realized the truth in Allyson’s observations, but she was still hesitant to leave Garen’s side. She wasn’t anywhere as used to being on this side of the event. He has seen her through many injuries compared to his relative few. She also knew he needed her to get the stuff they came for. He had told her about most of it, she thought. He probably had another four or five lists in his head though.
“Give a shout the moment he starts to come around. I need his brain to make sure we don’t miss something vital.”
Their conversation was interrupted by Angelique bursting in the door to the apartment.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Kara crept up the ramp, her sub gun at the ready. Where she should have only seen the helicopter frame she saw more vehicles. One was a disheveled late model Charger that screamed ‘cop car’. It was covered and splattered in mud, but the emblems were visible. The other one there was a big white Escalade or some such bigger than a Suburban SUV. Both at first glance appeared empty. She swept the entire upper deck but only found those, and Johns motorcycle up on this topmost level. She moved closer to the vehicles. She could see the keys were still in John’s bike. She still had too many keys. She had to check these vehicles first though.
There were some similarities with the two vehicles. The driver’s side windows were both down. Correction, not down, shattered. As she got closer, she could see glass fragments and blood in the interiors of both. They seem to have been hastily cleaned as far as the driver’s seat in both. The Charger was definitely a cop car. The mounted equipment was still there. She jumbled the keys around that she had, and accessed the trunk of the Charger. It was still full of gear, as well as what looked like a couple of throw bags in the passenger seat and back seat. She put this on her list of scavenge to the bone as she moved to the white SUV.
There had to have been at least two or three people in it when they were injured or killed. There was too much blood otherwise. On the floor of the vehicle, there were liquor and beer bottles as well as drug paraphernalia in a jumble along with some standard pistols and shotguns, most splattered with blood and goo. When she raised the rear hatch, she found what had to be more drugs and other looted items. She wasn’t sure what to do with all of this, but an idea was forming in her head.
She moved over to beside the helo body and looked into the service yard in the back of the Center. There were huge amounts of debris, as well as a couple of smaller boats that weren’t there before. Some of the connexes and the five ton truck were thrown haphazardly around, none of them upright. The disturbing thing she spotted was two new vehicles back there. A small panel truck, like a moving van or furniture delivery truck was back there, sitting next to a medium duty ambulance. Neither of these belonged to the Center, and she didn’t know them to be owned by any of the normal staff.
She pulled out her little monocular from her belt. She wanted a better look before she went down there. There didn’t seem to have been a lot of activity in the yard. The side gate they had to have come in from was latched and locked from the inside. She had to go down and sweep the yard and those vehicles especially. She had a sudden though. She was figuring if there was anyone down there, they might have set warning devices or locks on the ground level egress into the yard. She knew she would. She looked over. The storage boxes were still bolted down in the fuselage of the helo. They were never locked. It was just to keep the gear in a weathertight environment next to where it was used. She checked and it was still there.
She pulled the orange rope bag out and clipped the free end onto the outrigger beam of the helo. She then attached a loop of webbing she had looped around her thighs to her warbelt, creating a quick rappel harness. She hooked up to the rope and kicked the bag over the side, following right after it in a fast rappel. When she hit the ground, she unhooked and moved out in a crouch, scanning all the nooks and crannies she couldn’t see from above.
There was no movement in the yard. The roll up doors into the training bays looked intact. The ground floor door into the main building did not appear to have anything on it from outside. She then moved to the vehicles. The cab of the box truck was empty.
She went around to the back of the truck. The roll up door was unlocked. She pushed up the door with one hand and her pistol in the other. Inside was boxes and cans and cases of what appeared to be food, mostly institutional or restaurant style supplies, or mainly the bigger versions of stuff from one of those bib box stores. But there was a problem with what was there. It wasn’t a well-planned stack of stuff. She wasn’t sure what they would do with seven five gallon buckets of mustard, or three gallons of pimentos, or a pallet of diet soda. There might be some useful stuff in there, but she hoped no one was killed for the contents of this truck. With this checked, she then moved to the ambulance.
It appeared to be from one of the small communities on the outskirts of the city. It was an old well used remount. She approached the cab, a sense of apprehension growing in her for some reason. The front was empty, so she moved to the rear doors. She couldn’t see anything through the small windows in the back door, so she opened the rear door.
The first thing that hit her was the smell. It smelled of blood, vomit, feces, sex and fear. There were sets of half opened handcuffs on the overhead grab rail and the rails of the stretcher. There were puddles of blood on the stretcher and on the floor. There was a pile of shredded clothes in one corner. Steeling herself, she stepped up into the back and looked around further. It seems that most of the gear was still in the ambulance, not that they needed anything from it except maybe the cardiac monitor, but she didn’t even want to touch it. The leads and pads were attached and dangling into the puddles on the floor.
She wasn’t sure of what all went on, but she had her suspicions. What she did know is she wanted this stuff gone from the Center. She had a decent idea on how to do it, but she knew she should talk to Bekka and Allyson first. Shit! She had been gone for twenty to thirty minutes!
There were some similarities with the two vehicles. The driver’s side windows were both down. Correction, not down, shattered. As she got closer, she could see glass fragments and blood in the interiors of both. They seem to have been hastily cleaned as far as the driver’s seat in both. The Charger was definitely a cop car. The mounted equipment was still there. She jumbled the keys around that she had, and accessed the trunk of the Charger. It was still full of gear, as well as what looked like a couple of throw bags in the passenger seat and back seat. She put this on her list of scavenge to the bone as she moved to the white SUV.
There had to have been at least two or three people in it when they were injured or killed. There was too much blood otherwise. On the floor of the vehicle, there were liquor and beer bottles as well as drug paraphernalia in a jumble along with some standard pistols and shotguns, most splattered with blood and goo. When she raised the rear hatch, she found what had to be more drugs and other looted items. She wasn’t sure what to do with all of this, but an idea was forming in her head.
She moved over to beside the helo body and looked into the service yard in the back of the Center. There were huge amounts of debris, as well as a couple of smaller boats that weren’t there before. Some of the connexes and the five ton truck were thrown haphazardly around, none of them upright. The disturbing thing she spotted was two new vehicles back there. A small panel truck, like a moving van or furniture delivery truck was back there, sitting next to a medium duty ambulance. Neither of these belonged to the Center, and she didn’t know them to be owned by any of the normal staff.
She pulled out her little monocular from her belt. She wanted a better look before she went down there. There didn’t seem to have been a lot of activity in the yard. The side gate they had to have come in from was latched and locked from the inside. She had to go down and sweep the yard and those vehicles especially. She had a sudden though. She was figuring if there was anyone down there, they might have set warning devices or locks on the ground level egress into the yard. She knew she would. She looked over. The storage boxes were still bolted down in the fuselage of the helo. They were never locked. It was just to keep the gear in a weathertight environment next to where it was used. She checked and it was still there.
She pulled the orange rope bag out and clipped the free end onto the outrigger beam of the helo. She then attached a loop of webbing she had looped around her thighs to her warbelt, creating a quick rappel harness. She hooked up to the rope and kicked the bag over the side, following right after it in a fast rappel. When she hit the ground, she unhooked and moved out in a crouch, scanning all the nooks and crannies she couldn’t see from above.
There was no movement in the yard. The roll up doors into the training bays looked intact. The ground floor door into the main building did not appear to have anything on it from outside. She then moved to the vehicles. The cab of the box truck was empty.
She went around to the back of the truck. The roll up door was unlocked. She pushed up the door with one hand and her pistol in the other. Inside was boxes and cans and cases of what appeared to be food, mostly institutional or restaurant style supplies, or mainly the bigger versions of stuff from one of those bib box stores. But there was a problem with what was there. It wasn’t a well-planned stack of stuff. She wasn’t sure what they would do with seven five gallon buckets of mustard, or three gallons of pimentos, or a pallet of diet soda. There might be some useful stuff in there, but she hoped no one was killed for the contents of this truck. With this checked, she then moved to the ambulance.
It appeared to be from one of the small communities on the outskirts of the city. It was an old well used remount. She approached the cab, a sense of apprehension growing in her for some reason. The front was empty, so she moved to the rear doors. She couldn’t see anything through the small windows in the back door, so she opened the rear door.
The first thing that hit her was the smell. It smelled of blood, vomit, feces, sex and fear. There were sets of half opened handcuffs on the overhead grab rail and the rails of the stretcher. There were puddles of blood on the stretcher and on the floor. There was a pile of shredded clothes in one corner. Steeling herself, she stepped up into the back and looked around further. It seems that most of the gear was still in the ambulance, not that they needed anything from it except maybe the cardiac monitor, but she didn’t even want to touch it. The leads and pads were attached and dangling into the puddles on the floor.
She wasn’t sure of what all went on, but she had her suspicions. What she did know is she wanted this stuff gone from the Center. She had a decent idea on how to do it, but she knew she should talk to Bekka and Allyson first. Shit! She had been gone for twenty to thirty minutes!
Lone_Hawk
Resident Spook
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
“Faith, SitRep.”
“Out on the lawn, finishing your job, Buffy” came the curt reply.
Bekka was a little confused. Angelique had burst in saying Kara had stormed off with her hair on fire and not come back by her proclaimed deadline and now when she hit her up on the radio, which was something they were trying to avoid as much as possible, Kara was kicking out attitude.
“Faith, update.”
“Pop the sally port door and come on out to the backyard. I need to show you something, then we need to talk” was Kara’s only response.
Kara was by the door when Bekka came out. Bekka noticed immediately that Kara was agitated or upset about something. She didn’t get a chance to ask before Kara started into her.
“How much of the building and the compound did you clear before we got here?”
“The building. Why?” Now Bekka was puzzled.
“Why didn’t you tell us, or at least me, that the compound wasn’t cleared? That would have been a key piece of information to pass on, don’t ya think? We have extra vehicles in the compound that don’t belong here, and from the evidence I found, we can’t let them stay. We should also do a more thorough sweep of the building, especially since either your heart or head wasn’t in it when you did it the first time.”
Now Bekka was pissed, and it showed on her face before Kara was even done talking. Who the **** did Kara think she was? She had been doing this for years before Kara ever thought of it! Hell, she was one of the ones who TAUGHT Kara how to do this!
“Kara, who do you……” Kara cut her off.
“Don’t get piss and vinegar with me! If I would have half –assed an op turnover like this, you would have taken me behind the building and kicked my ass for putting the team in jeopardy! You cleared the building of apparent hostiles, yes or no?”
“What the hell Kara? I…”
“Yes or No?”
“Yes, I cleared the building of hostiles. No, I did not clear the outside yard. What is the issue?” Bekka was now a bit concerned. Did she miss something? Kara looks a bit spooked. Bekka’s concern was beginning to outweigh her temper….a bit.
“Did you look in any of the vehicles on the roof?”
“I did a quick glance across them looking for hostile, but no, I didn’t open them and search. Out with it, what did I miss?”
“Strange vehicles didn’t set off your paranoia?”
“How are they strange? A cop car and an SUV? What’s so strange about that? The parking deck usually has half a dozen SUVs, cop cars and pickup trucks all the time. What is this about?”
“Did you even look in the yard?”
“Yeah, several vehicles, some upright, plus what looks like a new boat or two. I looked for a few minutes, trying to spot anybody moving. I made sure the doors from the yard were secured with their crossbeams and went back to things that I thought were more important at the time. What’s going on?” Bekka asked again.
“We have four non-Center vehicles here, all with bloodstains where the drivers at least were killed. All the keys were in Logan’s pocket. I don’t know if he was going hunting and looting alone, or if there were more helping him, but either way these have to get out of here, otherwise when someone finds them here, it will lead back to you and Garen, especially since he now ‘owns’ the Center.”
Crap! Bekka struggled to put a cork in her temper for now and work the problem. This was hard. With her temper, she should have been a redhead Garen’s mother always told her.
“Ok, Kara. Show me what I need to know. It seems you already have a plan as well. What do we need to do?”
“Out on the lawn, finishing your job, Buffy” came the curt reply.
Bekka was a little confused. Angelique had burst in saying Kara had stormed off with her hair on fire and not come back by her proclaimed deadline and now when she hit her up on the radio, which was something they were trying to avoid as much as possible, Kara was kicking out attitude.
“Faith, update.”
“Pop the sally port door and come on out to the backyard. I need to show you something, then we need to talk” was Kara’s only response.
Kara was by the door when Bekka came out. Bekka noticed immediately that Kara was agitated or upset about something. She didn’t get a chance to ask before Kara started into her.
“How much of the building and the compound did you clear before we got here?”
“The building. Why?” Now Bekka was puzzled.
“Why didn’t you tell us, or at least me, that the compound wasn’t cleared? That would have been a key piece of information to pass on, don’t ya think? We have extra vehicles in the compound that don’t belong here, and from the evidence I found, we can’t let them stay. We should also do a more thorough sweep of the building, especially since either your heart or head wasn’t in it when you did it the first time.”
Now Bekka was pissed, and it showed on her face before Kara was even done talking. Who the **** did Kara think she was? She had been doing this for years before Kara ever thought of it! Hell, she was one of the ones who TAUGHT Kara how to do this!
“Kara, who do you……” Kara cut her off.
“Don’t get piss and vinegar with me! If I would have half –assed an op turnover like this, you would have taken me behind the building and kicked my ass for putting the team in jeopardy! You cleared the building of apparent hostiles, yes or no?”
“What the hell Kara? I…”
“Yes or No?”
“Yes, I cleared the building of hostiles. No, I did not clear the outside yard. What is the issue?” Bekka was now a bit concerned. Did she miss something? Kara looks a bit spooked. Bekka’s concern was beginning to outweigh her temper….a bit.
“Did you look in any of the vehicles on the roof?”
“I did a quick glance across them looking for hostile, but no, I didn’t open them and search. Out with it, what did I miss?”
“Strange vehicles didn’t set off your paranoia?”
“How are they strange? A cop car and an SUV? What’s so strange about that? The parking deck usually has half a dozen SUVs, cop cars and pickup trucks all the time. What is this about?”
“Did you even look in the yard?”
“Yeah, several vehicles, some upright, plus what looks like a new boat or two. I looked for a few minutes, trying to spot anybody moving. I made sure the doors from the yard were secured with their crossbeams and went back to things that I thought were more important at the time. What’s going on?” Bekka asked again.
“We have four non-Center vehicles here, all with bloodstains where the drivers at least were killed. All the keys were in Logan’s pocket. I don’t know if he was going hunting and looting alone, or if there were more helping him, but either way these have to get out of here, otherwise when someone finds them here, it will lead back to you and Garen, especially since he now ‘owns’ the Center.”
Crap! Bekka struggled to put a cork in her temper for now and work the problem. This was hard. With her temper, she should have been a redhead Garen’s mother always told her.
“Ok, Kara. Show me what I need to know. It seems you already have a plan as well. What do we need to do?”
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
“Ok, Kara. Show me what I need to know. It seems you already have a plan as well. What do we need to do?
Bekka sobering up from the injury to Garen to realize that there are potential threats not resolved....
Thanks CCG for the chapter....
Texican....
Bekka sobering up from the injury to Garen to realize that there are potential threats not resolved....
Thanks CCG for the chapter....
Texican....
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
After Bekka being shown the vehicles in the yard, she wholeheartedly agreed with Kara. These vehicles were attached to something bad, and they needed to be done with them as fast as possible. They then did a more thorough sweep of the yard. There seemed to be at least three sets of prints in the mud other than Bekka’s and Kara’s. One could be Logan’s. That left at least two other people who have been here since the waters receded. This did not sit well with either of them. They did a full sweep of the yard, nothing other than the tracks were found. This was both good and bad. Good there were no more people or thinks to worry them out here, bad because that meant they had to have at least been inside at some point.
Bekka and Kara did a full floor to floor sweep of the building, from bottom to top. As they went, they also made note of supplies missing as well as added stuff. It seemed there was a decent amount of activity going on in the last week. As the passed the apartment, they gave a quick SitRep to Allyson and Angelique and pressed on. When they arrived on the roof, Kara showed Bekka what she had found in the vehicles. It appeared that they were secure for now. They were standing on the roof when Bekka stopped mid-sentence and moved over to one side of the building.
“What’s up, Bekka?”
“Do you hear that?” Bekka cocked her head to one side.
Kara closed her eyes and focused for a moment, trying to hear past the sea breeze.
“I hear it, but what is it?”
“It’s people. Kind of like when you can hear the bursts from the crowd all the way across a campus. It sounds like people and activity over by the city center.”
Kara could hear it now. Yeah, sounds of movement, and voices and objects moving in the distance.
“What do you think it means?”
“I don’t know. There is still no traffic on the radios about rescue or disaster relief or anything. It’s all Bob and Fred and Betty talking on their DollarMart family radios or CBs.”
“Those two things together don’t make me warm and fuzzy. I think we need to get these vehicles out of here, get crap loaded and get back to the house.”
Bekka and Kara did a full floor to floor sweep of the building, from bottom to top. As they went, they also made note of supplies missing as well as added stuff. It seemed there was a decent amount of activity going on in the last week. As the passed the apartment, they gave a quick SitRep to Allyson and Angelique and pressed on. When they arrived on the roof, Kara showed Bekka what she had found in the vehicles. It appeared that they were secure for now. They were standing on the roof when Bekka stopped mid-sentence and moved over to one side of the building.
“What’s up, Bekka?”
“Do you hear that?” Bekka cocked her head to one side.
Kara closed her eyes and focused for a moment, trying to hear past the sea breeze.
“I hear it, but what is it?”
“It’s people. Kind of like when you can hear the bursts from the crowd all the way across a campus. It sounds like people and activity over by the city center.”
Kara could hear it now. Yeah, sounds of movement, and voices and objects moving in the distance.
“What do you think it means?”
“I don’t know. There is still no traffic on the radios about rescue or disaster relief or anything. It’s all Bob and Fred and Betty talking on their DollarMart family radios or CBs.”
“Those two things together don’t make me warm and fuzzy. I think we need to get these vehicles out of here, get crap loaded and get back to the house.”
steamroller
Contributing Member
Great story, keep up the good work.
ComCamGuy
Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Angelique was back on task, filling fuel tanks and adjusting fuel cans. They had the three vehicles they were going to use all lined up. The New truck was the most empty. She put almost four full cans into it. While she did this, Allyson was busy bringing boxes and cases of stuff up from the second floor. Kara was going through the second floor, identifying what she knew or thought should be taken upstairs. Bekka was in the apartment with Garen. He had regained consciousness but was still a bit ‘off’. A bullet careening off the noggin will do that to you. Bekka was able to get him to stay seated and participate by brain and pointing rather than trying to walk around. They had brought one of the rolling office chairs up for him to be in so he could be rolled around to look and point. The pile behind the vehicles was growing by leaps and bounds. She wasn’t sure what all was going to fit and where.
Bekka and Garen were going through all the nooks and crannies Garen knew about or suspected in John’s apartment. There were many things they didn’t want to leave behind. Garen didn’t feel bad about stripping all this stuff. John had given him all of it, on tape and in writing supposedly.
Garen took a bit to calm down after he woke up and they told him what had happened. Bekka was afraid he was going to grab a shotgun and shoot Logan a few times just on principals. After he was calmed down some, he started whipping out his plans and lists. After he had Allyson and Kara on the office level scavenging, He and Bekka started in the apartment.
The apartment was for the most part a big loft style room. John used to keep three different kayaks hoisted to the celling. This was a good place for such an obviously bulky object. What most people didn’t know was John kept stuff inside the kayaks. His pride and joy, a big milspec two person one was the one he kept loaded with his full bug out kit, clothes, weapons, packs, food and a ton of other things. He had an ambulance patient stretcher he kept in the apartment for moving his kayaks and other things about. Both the stretcher and that kayak were gone, which went a long way in Garen’s mind to support his suspicions of John’s plan. This left two others on the ceiling. He had Bekka lower the other two person one. Inside, there was another set of gear that John squirreled away. He was a big fan of having a backup kit for everything. As he upgraded something in his primary kit, the now second best item went to his backup set. In this set, there was a couple high end packs, sleeping bags, more food and survival gear like water filter and camp stove, clothes and weapons and weapon support gear. All of this stuff was on Garen’s ‘to take’ list.
Garen had Bekka scrounge around for any of Logan’s gear, since he knew what he had with him when they left the day of the quake. One of the biggest things he didn’t want to leave laying around is weapons, especially the harder to get ones like the pistol that matched the one on his own hip and the subguns. Logan’s pistol would outfit Angelique with one that matched everyone else’s. They found most of it piled in a chair in the corner, along with the plate carrier and helmet with night vision goggles still attached. This eased his mind somewhat. Granted, after the supply of ammo was expended, they would become boat anchors for the average punk, Garen didn’t want them in others hands.
They stripped John’s closet. The clothes would fit most of them so having more would be good. They also opened John’s safe. There wasn’t much in it comparatively but better it be opened and locked open so people wouldn’t break things up trying to open it. There were some cowboy style revolvers and a couple of lever guns, and John’s copy of the 10mm, they had gotten for the people teaching on the contract. This gave them one operational spare. Other than that, there was a padded envelope marked for John’s daughter and two watches, both Rolex. One was the old and battered root beer colored GMT, the other was a ‘Pepsi’ colored GMT. Garen pocketed both, as well as the envelope.
Bekka and Garen went out to the connexes on the third floor outside the apartment. Bekka pushed him in the chair, refusing to let him get up until he had rested some more and the head was clearer. After the lock was off and the doors open, Bekka started prowling and telling Garen what was in there. He didn’t know what was in all the connexes, just some. In this one there was more tac gear, most importantly, various plate carriers and armor. This was good. They wanted to take several, as well as extra plates. It depended on space however if they would take all of them.
The next connex over, the most important find was one that made Garen swear at John, but also made him happy. There were eighteen 5 gallon cans of motocross racing fuel. High octane, and sealed for extended shelf life. These would all be coming with them. This would be a significant weight to move and would put a serious focus on balancing the weight of each vehicle. After they had finished with that connex, it was time to look at the piles Allyson and Angelique were bringing up. A glance at his wrist showed time rapidly moving compared to the tasks they had to complete. Dawn was coming far too fast for Garen’s liking.
Bekka and Garen were going through all the nooks and crannies Garen knew about or suspected in John’s apartment. There were many things they didn’t want to leave behind. Garen didn’t feel bad about stripping all this stuff. John had given him all of it, on tape and in writing supposedly.
Garen took a bit to calm down after he woke up and they told him what had happened. Bekka was afraid he was going to grab a shotgun and shoot Logan a few times just on principals. After he was calmed down some, he started whipping out his plans and lists. After he had Allyson and Kara on the office level scavenging, He and Bekka started in the apartment.
The apartment was for the most part a big loft style room. John used to keep three different kayaks hoisted to the celling. This was a good place for such an obviously bulky object. What most people didn’t know was John kept stuff inside the kayaks. His pride and joy, a big milspec two person one was the one he kept loaded with his full bug out kit, clothes, weapons, packs, food and a ton of other things. He had an ambulance patient stretcher he kept in the apartment for moving his kayaks and other things about. Both the stretcher and that kayak were gone, which went a long way in Garen’s mind to support his suspicions of John’s plan. This left two others on the ceiling. He had Bekka lower the other two person one. Inside, there was another set of gear that John squirreled away. He was a big fan of having a backup kit for everything. As he upgraded something in his primary kit, the now second best item went to his backup set. In this set, there was a couple high end packs, sleeping bags, more food and survival gear like water filter and camp stove, clothes and weapons and weapon support gear. All of this stuff was on Garen’s ‘to take’ list.
Garen had Bekka scrounge around for any of Logan’s gear, since he knew what he had with him when they left the day of the quake. One of the biggest things he didn’t want to leave laying around is weapons, especially the harder to get ones like the pistol that matched the one on his own hip and the subguns. Logan’s pistol would outfit Angelique with one that matched everyone else’s. They found most of it piled in a chair in the corner, along with the plate carrier and helmet with night vision goggles still attached. This eased his mind somewhat. Granted, after the supply of ammo was expended, they would become boat anchors for the average punk, Garen didn’t want them in others hands.
They stripped John’s closet. The clothes would fit most of them so having more would be good. They also opened John’s safe. There wasn’t much in it comparatively but better it be opened and locked open so people wouldn’t break things up trying to open it. There were some cowboy style revolvers and a couple of lever guns, and John’s copy of the 10mm, they had gotten for the people teaching on the contract. This gave them one operational spare. Other than that, there was a padded envelope marked for John’s daughter and two watches, both Rolex. One was the old and battered root beer colored GMT, the other was a ‘Pepsi’ colored GMT. Garen pocketed both, as well as the envelope.
Bekka and Garen went out to the connexes on the third floor outside the apartment. Bekka pushed him in the chair, refusing to let him get up until he had rested some more and the head was clearer. After the lock was off and the doors open, Bekka started prowling and telling Garen what was in there. He didn’t know what was in all the connexes, just some. In this one there was more tac gear, most importantly, various plate carriers and armor. This was good. They wanted to take several, as well as extra plates. It depended on space however if they would take all of them.
The next connex over, the most important find was one that made Garen swear at John, but also made him happy. There were eighteen 5 gallon cans of motocross racing fuel. High octane, and sealed for extended shelf life. These would all be coming with them. This would be a significant weight to move and would put a serious focus on balancing the weight of each vehicle. After they had finished with that connex, it was time to look at the piles Allyson and Angelique were bringing up. A glance at his wrist showed time rapidly moving compared to the tasks they had to complete. Dawn was coming far too fast for Garen’s liking.