“Everybody in?” Eric yelled.
“In.”
“All set.”
“Let’s go.”
Rang out, and within milliseconds the captain was pulling the horn, alerting everyone in a two block radius to watch the fuck out.
“Carter, car accident. At least one trapped in their vehicle. This is going to be a rescue mission. Your lead,” Captain Waverly called back, looking at me.
“Make and model of the car?”
He turned back, pressing the button on his walkie and said, “Ford Focus.”
With that information, I began devising a plan as to how we were going to get the victim out. I couldn’t be sure of anything, however, until we were on the scene.
“Corey, you checked the jaws?” I questioned, glancing at my squad member sitting directly across from me.
He nodded. “In perfect condition. Ready to cut through whatever you need.”
I nodded.
“Let’s go, Harvard! My fucking grandmother can drive faster than this!” I yelled from the back. I was getting antsy. Hated the feeling of just sitting there while I knew someone needed my help. The guys around me were the same, their faces a reflection of my own. We were doers, not waiters.
“ETA less than one minute,” Eric called out from the front.
We all hiked up our equipment, made sure our boots and jackets were secured, and as promised, less than a minute later we were pulling up to the scene. I pushed the double doors of the back of the rig open and jumped out of the back, circling to the front of the truck to get an assessment of the scene with my own two eyes. It was a mess. At least four cars were involved in the accident, one of which was a police cruiser.
Captain Waverly came over to us. “Police chase gone wrong. Guy was high on heroine. T-boned that Lincoln,” he pointed to the smashed up Lincoln that rested against a telephone pole and then hit the Focus.”
My eyes shot to the Focus that was upside down on its roof.
“Victim’s still in side.”
“Holy fuck,” I grunted. All of Rescue Four moved in the direction of the Focus. Whoever was inside would be lucky to make it out alive. Just as we inched closer there was a spark…and then flames were shooting up from the underside of the vehicle that was now on top.
“Townsend, kill that fire!” Captain shouted.
I lifted the fire extinguisher I held and shot it at the flames until they were suppressed.
“Help!” a muffled begging came from inside the car.
I was immediately drawn to it.
Without any discretion or hesitation on my part, I got low next to the broken out passenger side window and lowered myself so I was right next to the car.
“Help!” a female voice sounded, and it pulled at every instinct in me.
“Hey, hey,” I called out, unable to see her since her face was turned in the other direction.
“Hello?” she responded. “Help me!” she yelled, trying to turn her head.
“Don’t move. Listen to me. Don’t move. We’re going to get you out of here, but you gotta be as still as possible. Can you do that for me?”
“P-please. My son. He’s in the backseat,” she cried.
Oh fuck!
