Heading into the Unknown By Paula "Station 51. KMG 365." Hank Stanley tore the slip of paper from the pad and shoved it into DeSoto's hands. Giving the two paramedics a curt nod, he ran to take his seat next to Stoker. DeSoto and Gage look barely old enough to drive. He stole a quick glance at the man behind the wheel of the Ward La France and at the men perched behind him. None of them do. Taking his helmet, he secured it on his head with a firm pull of the chinstrap. "Okay, Mike, let's get going." Hammer told me that this team was the best he'd ever worked with. God, I hope so. There were enough alarms on this one… It sounds like we're going to be walking into Hell. He braced himself as the engine roared around a corner. Couldn't our first run together be a simple garbage fire? How far do I trust these guys? Yanked from his thoughts at the horn's sudden blaring, he pressed against the seat as Stoker deftly maneuvered through the traffic. Heading into the unknown with a bunch of strangers…kids. +++++ God, six hours. Stanley wiped soot from burning eyes and gazed at his men with pride. |