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"I don't suppose you want to give me a heads up on that?" I tried my radio again. "Grimes, come back." I return my attention to the odd leader of this tunnel community. "Or tell me what happened to my partner?"
Simon reaches for the satchel and tries to snatch it away, not caring if he stops the guy so much as he is concerned with making sure he has the phones.
"I'll be back." My words are calm and clear, spoken with all the authority invested in me by the state of New York. But I don't really believe them; something tells me I'm unlikely to find this place again. I turn and run back down the tunnel, triggering the radio for my partner as I go. "Grimes, I'm on my way."
Trying to catch his breath, Simon puts his hands up defensively, "Hey man...I don't give a damn about you. I just want those phones. I don't know who paid you, but it damn well wasn't me. This doesn't have to end poorly for either of us..."
Alaster ducks down behind the cars but keeps running, on the edge of terror he looks around for anything heavy he might be able to throw or wield as a club.
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Keen to get away as far as possible from the 2 assailants. I yelled "come on which one is your car?" Ready to dash once Adam or Alaster points out their vehicle.
Simon relaxes a little, "No, I'm not a police officer and I wasn't breaking into this apartment. I do want those phones though. They belong to a friend and I want to get them back."
Alaster screams as he is thrown forward, somehow keeping his footing and his wits and lunging towards the car. There was no pain, only fear and determination to get through that doors.
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"Get in the car! GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!"
As he tries to start the car, he flips open the phone, setting it to speaker.
"Whoever you are, you have no idea what you've done. You have ten words to tell me why I shouldn't find you and gut you.
Jumping into the backseat and pulling Alaster into the car with me, I screamed "What are you doing talking on the phone! Drive god damnit"
Feeling Alaster's racing pulse, I quickly try to find Adenosine and amiodarone to stabilize his heart. Also checking for other electrical injuries.
Alaster lays low on the seat letting Kieth look him over. Pulse racing, body aching, the adrenalin is wearing off now and the pain is starting. "If I die, cremate me, don't let them eat me," he gasps then remains silent.
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Maneuvering out of the parking spot, Adam murmurs, "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."
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"Wait, my apartment? God damn it! Alright, stay there, we're coming to you. You need to get whatever medical stuff out that you can, and you need to grab something to keep to bash people, because we're not alone. And don't call the police! They'll think we're insane."
As he sees the man running towards his car, he considers just running the man down. But when he recalls that they have orbs that shoot lightning, he doesn't put it in the realm of impossibility that this blade can slice through his car. So he attempts to swerve out of the way of the man.
"Oh god I can feel that metal thing moving" Alaster screams as he clutches his stomach "I think it is tearing itself out of my intestines. Get down doctor, keep yourself safe first."
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"Cut it out now," Alaster states in a low, steady voice "I know and understand all the reasons you should not, but I would rather you cut it from me now then in an autopsy."
"The thing has either detached itself or ripped itself out, as long as you only cut the skin and into the abdominal wall and not the oddly arranged organs I should be able to survive long enough to get treatment. If it really tore itself out of my colon then there is nothing you can do."
"Talk me out of it if you really think there is another way." He sounds detached and defeated.
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"What? No you need to calm down, you need hospital level care, the Bellevue Hospital Center is literally a block away! Surely those guys won't chase us into the hospital!"
I tried to convince Alaster there is another way. To perform open surgery that takes decade of work to practice on a moving vehicle and without the right equipment is simply suicide, and I am sure I would just kill Alaster. How can I, just fresh off medical school perform something like that, or got into this mess to begin with.
"Adam! are those guys still on us or have they gave up?"
Seeing no other option, Simon begins speaking slowly, "I understand you're predicament. I truly do, but..." before he reaches out suddenly to grab for satchel.
I draw my service weapon and trigger the radio, screaming into it without any conscious thought: "Officer down! Repeat, 10-13! Need immediate assistance!"
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"Of course they'd chase us through a hospital! They just shot two of your security guards!"
Adam began to drive towards the local police precinct. He knew it was only a couple of blocks further than the hospital, and that they'd have a better chance of driving away the pursuers than with the rent-a-cops the hospital would have.
Was there anything about this in the training? *BLAM*! Anything about how to deal with close-quarters attackers that try to bite you? *BLAM*! I sure don't remember it!
How the hell did I get myself into a fist fight on a rooftop?, Simon thinks as he takes a punch to the face. In response, he delivers a solid punch to the thug's midsection. He vaguely remembers one of the FBI agents telling him something about assess-move-attack, but that doesn't really mean anything to someone with no real training.
Alaster grabs Kieth's hand and looks him in the eye. "You have the training, you have the knowledge, you are a doctor. Not the best, but you are the only one here who can do anything. For every patient you see you will not be the best, every procedure you do for the rest of your life will be both training and a test. This thing is tearing it's way out and needs to come out now."
He starts rummaging through the kit that Adam had brought along. "Appendectomies have been performed under worse conditions, just talk me though what you are going to do as you do it. Do you know if there are suppose to be any drugs in here we can use?"
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Simon reaches out and takes the satchel. As he takes it he says, "I'm sorry about that, but I did say this didn't have to end poorly for either of us. Now get the hell out of here."
Simon begins to turn away, but before he does he asks "Who sent you for these anyway? He have a name or a number to contact when you had these?"
Firearm training was one of those things that have just stuck with me. I guess that's a good thing, most of the classes I took in high school just sorta faded into the background. Here's a fun fact that I doubt I'll ever forget: shooting somebody in the chest will stop them in roughly 80% of cases. Shooting them again in the chest pops that up to a virtual certainty. There's a lot of math and physics and biology that goes into why this is, but all I remember is that being shot causes as much mental trauma as physical. A lot of the folk who fall down after being shot are actually fainting from the shock of it.
This does not, however, apply to animals or really drugged up peeps. Our instructor actually used the phrase "the psychological mechanism of drawing your weapon and shooting are generally less effective against non-humans."
And that's all I can think of after emptying round after round into this thing. "...generally less effective against non-humans." How many rounds do I have left in this magazine? Two? Three? I should have demanded that Grimes and I were armed with riot guns.
I'm not sure exactly when I decided that discretion was the better part of valor. My legs were already pumping as all this was going through my head.
"Alright alright....just....keep still"
Alaster really looks like he is in trouble, I guess I have no choice. Rummage through the medications we have I found some local anaesthetics, iodine and some antibiotics, looks like these will have to do.
"This is going to be painful, keep as still as you can, with the moving car I really don't want to cut anything I am not suppose to"
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"Hold on!" Adam would rather risk the complications of mini-surgery then to let them get another one of those lightning bolts off. He tries to make a couple of quick turns to shake off the van, hoping it wasn't as nimble as he was.
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"I don't suppose you want to give me a heads up on that?" I tried my radio again. "Grimes, come back." I return my attention to the odd leader of this tunnel community. "Or tell me what happened to my partner?"
"I'll be back." My words are calm and clear, spoken with all the authority invested in me by the state of New York. But I don't really believe them; something tells me I'm unlikely to find this place again. I turn and run back down the tunnel, triggering the radio for my partner as I go. "Grimes, I'm on my way."
Keen to get away as far as possible from the 2 assailants. I yelled "come on which one is your car?" Ready to dash once Adam or Alaster points out their vehicle.
I turn the volume down on the radio and creep forward, slowly peering into the room.
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Simon relaxes a little, "No, I'm not a police officer and I wasn't breaking into this apartment. I do want those phones though. They belong to a friend and I want to get them back."
Simon edges ever so slightly closer as he talks.
As he tries to start the car, he flips open the phone, setting it to speaker.
"Whoever you are, you have no idea what you've done. You have ten words to tell me why I shouldn't find you and gut you.
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Jumping into the backseat and pulling Alaster into the car with me, I screamed "What are you doing talking on the phone! Drive god damnit"
Feeling Alaster's racing pulse, I quickly try to find Adenosine and amiodarone to stabilize his heart. Also checking for other electrical injuries.
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Alaster lays low on the seat letting Kieth look him over. Pulse racing, body aching, the adrenalin is wearing off now and the pain is starting. "If I die, cremate me, don't let them eat me," he gasps then remains silent.
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As he sees the man running towards his car, he considers just running the man down. But when he recalls that they have orbs that shoot lightning, he doesn't put it in the realm of impossibility that this blade can slice through his car. So he attempts to swerve out of the way of the man.
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"I think we should get to a hospital as soon as we can, Alaster is really not looking too good!"
"Oh god I can feel that metal thing moving" Alaster screams as he clutches his stomach "I think it is tearing itself out of my intestines. Get down doctor, keep yourself safe first."
"Cut it out now," Alaster states in a low, steady voice "I know and understand all the reasons you should not, but I would rather you cut it from me now then in an autopsy."
"The thing has either detached itself or ripped itself out, as long as you only cut the skin and into the abdominal wall and not the oddly arranged organs I should be able to survive long enough to get treatment. If it really tore itself out of my colon then there is nothing you can do."
"Talk me out of it if you really think there is another way." He sounds detached and defeated.
"What? No you need to calm down, you need hospital level care, the Bellevue Hospital Center is literally a block away! Surely those guys won't chase us into the hospital!"
I tried to convince Alaster there is another way. To perform open surgery that takes decade of work to practice on a moving vehicle and without the right equipment is simply suicide, and I am sure I would just kill Alaster. How can I, just fresh off medical school perform something like that, or got into this mess to begin with.
"Adam! are those guys still on us or have they gave up?"
Seeing no other option, Simon begins speaking slowly, "I understand you're predicament. I truly do, but..." before he reaches out suddenly to grab for satchel.
I draw my service weapon and trigger the radio, screaming into it without any conscious thought: "Officer down! Repeat, 10-13! Need immediate assistance!"
Adam began to drive towards the local police precinct. He knew it was only a couple of blocks further than the hospital, and that they'd have a better chance of driving away the pursuers than with the rent-a-cops the hospital would have.
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Instinct carries me forward, and I squeeze off a shot, striking the slavering thing before me.
Was there anything about this in the training? *BLAM*! Anything about how to deal with close-quarters attackers that try to bite you? *BLAM*! I sure don't remember it!
How the hell did I get myself into a fist fight on a rooftop?, Simon thinks as he takes a punch to the face. In response, he delivers a solid punch to the thug's midsection. He vaguely remembers one of the FBI agents telling him something about assess-move-attack, but that doesn't really mean anything to someone with no real training.
Alaster grabs Kieth's hand and looks him in the eye. "You have the training, you have the knowledge, you are a doctor. Not the best, but you are the only one here who can do anything. For every patient you see you will not be the best, every procedure you do for the rest of your life will be both training and a test. This thing is tearing it's way out and needs to come out now."
He starts rummaging through the kit that Adam had brought along. "Appendectomies have been performed under worse conditions, just talk me though what you are going to do as you do it. Do you know if there are suppose to be any drugs in here we can use?"
Simon reaches out and takes the satchel. As he takes it he says, "I'm sorry about that, but I did say this didn't have to end poorly for either of us. Now get the hell out of here."
Simon begins to turn away, but before he does he asks "Who sent you for these anyway? He have a name or a number to contact when you had these?"
Firearm training was one of those things that have just stuck with me. I guess that's a good thing, most of the classes I took in high school just sorta faded into the background. Here's a fun fact that I doubt I'll ever forget: shooting somebody in the chest will stop them in roughly 80% of cases. Shooting them again in the chest pops that up to a virtual certainty. There's a lot of math and physics and biology that goes into why this is, but all I remember is that being shot causes as much mental trauma as physical. A lot of the folk who fall down after being shot are actually fainting from the shock of it.
This does not, however, apply to animals or really drugged up peeps. Our instructor actually used the phrase "the psychological mechanism of drawing your weapon and shooting are generally less effective against non-humans."
And that's all I can think of after emptying round after round into this thing. "...generally less effective against non-humans." How many rounds do I have left in this magazine? Two? Three? I should have demanded that Grimes and I were armed with riot guns.
I'm not sure exactly when I decided that discretion was the better part of valor. My legs were already pumping as all this was going through my head.
"Alright alright....just....keep still"
Alaster really looks like he is in trouble, I guess I have no choice. Rummage through the medications we have I found some local anaesthetics, iodine and some antibiotics, looks like these will have to do.
"This is going to be painful, keep as still as you can, with the moving car I really don't want to cut anything I am not suppose to"
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