10-80 Entwined Destruction - Group 1

[Chicago Nights]

Location: Interrogation Area
Time: 11.00am

Blue sky and sunshine. Chicago had finally seen that glorious sunshine and business was bustling at precinct 21. The squad cars lined up outside, shiny and washed for the day ahead. Sgt. Platt was giving out the assignments to patrol for the new shift and dealing with incoming enquiries. It was a full house of detectives, officers and civilians all going about daily life. Filing reports, asking for help, working on cases and paperwork.

No one had really noticed the large van drive into the garage. Checked at the gate as a pickup of evidence for central storage the paperwork was in order as the van was let through the gate. It drove down into the lot, missing the first space it needed to take to make the pickup. Instead it drover further into the garage that sat directly under the precinct. It parked up next to the elevator for the parking structure and to the far side of the van was the structural column.

The very beam that if damaged could cause a catastrophic failure to the foundations of the building. The driver got out walking back up to the check point as they tapped a box of cigarettes and motioned to the corner across the street. What was a five minute smoke break the cop of duty thought, it would take ten to fifteen to check the evidence out and into the van anyway.

A polite nod and smile at the driver in the base ball cap as he watched the man make his way across the street. The cop went back to checking the paperwork seeing the signature was missing from the evidence lock up across town. He took two steps to try and catch the driver before the explosion hit and sent him flying into the concrete wall. The sound of crumbling and falling, screaming voices and the cloud of dust and debris that seemed to go on forever as the air was pushed out of the building to be replaced with fire, smoke and dust.

Theodore Bennett, (victim of explosion) Matthew Cole, (victim of explosion) Wallace Boden, (help) Stephanie Taylor,(help)

(No one dies just injured if you want your character to be)

[Matthew Cole]

There was a busy hum as normal around the precinct with everyone going to and fro as they went around attending to business as usual. Matt was looking over a report as he made his way through the interrogation area, his eyes glanced up every few seconds to make sure he didn't walk into anyone around him, but his attention was pretty much absorbed in his reading. So it took him off guard even more when the sudden blast came from nowhere and blew him sideways, slamming him into the wall. Matt groaned disorientated and he let out a coughed from the cloud of dust, grit and who knows what else that was in the air. He blinked adjusting to the change in lighting as he looked at the debris around his feet before lifting his head and looking up at the room, a line of blood running down from his eyebrow. What the hell just happened? He re-balanced himself and pushed himself off the wall, "Arrrr." He groaned, gripping his upper arm in pain. He continued to hold his arm as his looked around the room, he's mind re-orientating itself and registering this had been an explosion. He exhaled heavily and tried to see through the dust that was still settling, "Is every-is everyone alright?" He called out still a little dazed, his voice not coming out as loud as he'd intended. ~*~

[Theodore Bennett]

Elena honestly struggled with cops at times. For one questioning her suspect without Miranda rights and a lawyer present, she felt like she had taken a step back to the seventies. Still as the only lawyer in the family she knew she had her work cut out for her when she chose defence over prosecution. It was the exact reason she had been dragged to the twenty first, she had a court date after lunch and now she was trying to wriggle some snotty nosed rich kid out of a law suit for hitting one of Chicago’s finest.

Given her father was cop, Elena wanted the guy to rot in cell for a few days but it was hardly what she was paid to do. No she had to get the guy off the charge which she had managed with an apology and a sizable donations to the widows and orphans fund. An easy swing with enough zeros on the cheque. Elena was pacing in the room waiting for her client to come back from the holding cells when she felt it. It started in her feet. The movement of ground that seemed impossible as the world around her seemed to explode.

The door was gone; the interrogation room was now open plan as she lay on the ground. Her ears were ringing though she could hear nothing as she stared at chunks of concrete hanging from where the ceiling used to be. She was sure she could almost see up to the next floor as the mirrored glass was shattered around her. Elena could feel it digging into her leg as she tried to shuffle or move out of the way though it was no use.

It felt like she had just gone through the toughest gym day to date, her ears were silent. Her brain was trying to work out why the world had exploded and one of her feet was stuck. She realised as she glanced down at her leg that the concrete pieces of the ceiling above had her leg pinned and the more she tried to struggle and pull the worse the pain got. She could feel the cuts on her hands and arms as she tried to push herself up but everything hurt. “Help!” She cried trying to hear if anyone was around though given the fact even her own help sounded a million miles away she was unsure if anyone could hear her. “Is anyone there?” She asked not sure if anyone would know she was still there at all.

Matthew Cole, Wallace Boden, Stephanie Taylor,

[Wallace Boden]

There just wasnt enough people to go around as usual. Wallace had to split everyone up and do the one thing he hated. Send everyone in. He knew there were more teams coming but fifty was this was their patch, their cops and their friends. Paramedics and fire fighters alike they were all under orders to get in and get out. Wallace made sure they each had their designated places and areas to search. Even when he drove the SUV toward the twenty first he couldnt quiet believe his own eyes as he saw the station.

The structure wasnt safe and the building, yeah it was in pieces along with the spoke and who knew what they would find inside. Still the orders were given and partners tagged up. Paramedics split between areas along with fire fighters too so all in all. The bases were covered as he made sure to do a last radio check before he waited for his own partner for the situation. Sure Wallace wasnt usually one to go in unless he had to, the perks of having to watch from the outside which he hated on most calls.

This call he wasnt going to stand outside, short staffed and everyone was going into this one. Wallace grabbed the O2 tank as he shoved his hard hat on as he glanced around to see where Squad was. He could see the truck as he went around to meet Stephanie and run through things. Sure it wasnt a perfect situation but then with her at his side he knew he could keep an eye on her to make sure she was alright. Wallace took the medical kit from his SUV as he started to move. “Harris!” Wallace yelled walking around the Squad truck. “With me.”

Tag: Matthew Cole , Theodore Bennett & Stephanie Taylor

[Stephanie Taylor]

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“Achilles, stay!” she closed the dog up in the truck and went to grab her bag and another O2 tank. Stephanie cringed when she heard Boden. Right, he would want to keep a close eye on her. Though she could hardly blame him. At least she still had a job and was back on squad. Though she knew she was still on thin ice. She caught up to Boden and didn’t say anything. Yeah. sometimes it was better to just keep your mouth shut and this was one of those times.

“Fire Department! Call out!” The devastation to this place made her stomach want to hurl. It reminded her of when she’d fallen down a few stories. This wasn’t the fire department involved but the PD was like family too. She shifted some of the rock and rubble. Not really sure what she was going to find. This looked like the remains of the holding cells. So how many criminals were at large now too and had fled the scene? But wasn't this where the interrogation rooms used to be? These bits of bars were a long way from home. No she didn’t want to think about that right now.

“Chief! Over here!” Stephanie called out to Boden. She heard very faint voices. It meant there were multiple people in here. She got an O2 mask out for Matt. “Breath into this for me. Sit tight.” The dust here was terrible. Stephanie started dabbing at his face where she saw blood to see just how deep the wound was. “Can you tell me what hurts?” She didn’t want to take chances. She knew they were going to be short handed but she was hoping the other houses would send help sooner rather than later. This was a mess.

[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Matthew Cole,Theodore Bennett,Wallace Boden

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[Matthew Cole]

The dust finally started to settled just enough for Matt to see the extent of the destruction and his heart sank. This was his home, this was where his colleague and friends all worked and lived together, where they all fought, joked and looked out for each other. now it was unrecognizable. Entire walls where gone, large hunks of concrete and twisted steel hung from the ceiling and the floor couldn't be seen for all of the dust and debris. He had just been walking the same old familiar route a few minutes ago, now it was all gone. It was all still almost too much to comprehend despite the fuzziness in his head starting to settle down. Though the ringing in his ears didn't seem to want to stop, drowning out most of the sound around him. “Help!” He heard the voice but it was just muffled noise to his ears as if his head was under water and he couldn't distinguish what the voice was saying. "Is anyone there?” Again he heard sounds but this time he was able to piece together a sentence. Though he didn't know who was calling and where they were. "Hello?" He shouted in response, letting whoever it was know that someone was around...If they could hear themself. It was only a moment later that he heard more voices and saw a light moving in the near distance, heading towards him. Then Stephanie appeared in front of him. Wow as much as the two departments could get into it with each other sometimes the fire department had sure shown up impressively quickly on this one. “Breath into this for me. Sit tight.” Matt put his hand on the mask, holding it and taking in a few lung fulls of air once Steph put it over his mouth. Letting his other arm rest on his body limply. His shoulder was dropped and it hurt. He breathed and looked at her, "Are you my personal guardian angel or something?" This was the second time she had shown up to pull him out of a building. His ears hadn't settled completely but at least he could hear Steph clearly enough as she spoke to him. “Can you tell me what hurts?” Well a lot of him ached after he had been slammed into the wall like that, but it was his shoulder that was really hurting him, "My left shoulder." He replied, holding his upper arm in pain. His shoulder had been dislocated in the blast and would need putting back in place, but other than that Matt had somehow managed to remain relatively unscathed by the explosion. "There's someone, I heard someone over there." He said, indicating to the vague direction he had heard the voice come from. He was obviously still a touch dazed, but the fuzziness was going quicker and quicker as he breathed in the O2. Tah: Theodore Bennett, Stephanie Taylor, Wallace Boden. ~*~

[Theodore Bennett]

Elena was scared; she had never been involved in anything like this before. Her father told dinner time stories around the table when she was a kid but this was far different. She realised how much her father must have left out for them but then now was hardly the time to be thinking about that. Her parents were away and her brother was off with friends so she knew they were nowhere around this. A small mercy in her mind though the more she struggled to pull her foot out from under the concrete that surrounded her lower leg.

The worse it got. Then she heard that voice, the hello that meant she was no longer on her own but the sinking feeling that someone else was hurt. She knew it was ridiculous to feel that way, given the amount of people in there it was hardly just the two of them but Elena was missing the bigger picture or any picture for that matter. “Hey, are you hurt?” Elena asked though really from where she was laying it was tough to think that was even possible to walk away unscathed by it all.

It was only then that she heard the voices, a fire department or something of the sorts. “Someone’s hurt... you need to get to the guy.” Elena called trying to point to where she had heard the voice though she had no idea where he was. All she could do was cough and shake as she lay there wondering what had happened. Gas line? Bus crash? No her feet felt the ground move, it had to be explosion though that only made things worse.

Where there was one there could be more. Honestly coming from a family of cops she knew she had taken the worst line of work or at least in their eyes but now. Now all she could do was try to think like they did, there was no court room argument, no paper would help anyone. No cops would know what to do and the fire department she thought as she waited trying not to panic and scream her head off. It would do little good for anyone and the key to a mass incident as her dad always told her was keep calm.

Never lose your mind if everyone else might because it only took one crazy person to start the trend. Right now all she could do was listen to the voices about angels and a shoulder. If this was death then people had lied about it being better on the other side. This side was bad enough but now, no she had to be alive because of the pain she felt.

Wallace Boden, Stephanie Taylor, Matthew Cole,

[Wallace Boden]

Wallace only wanted to make sure that his people were okay and if Ben was elsewhere then it was only fair that someone who knew a little of what was going on was with her. Boden kept walking toward the mess, honestly this wasnt a normal call but going through the usual team building talk. It was crap and he knew it, telling them it would all be okay wasnt about to happen because he couldnt make that promise. Still it was a call and Wallace wasnt about to stand outside and do nothing to help anyone right now.

Everyone had their orders for where they needed to be and so he had to trust those he worked with to follow them. It wasnt the perfect plan but it was a plan and that was all that mattered to him right now. Wallace was about to ask if Stephanie was okay when he heard her call him over. “With you.” Wallace answered as he climbed over some rubble, it wasnt as nimbly as he might have liked but it wasnt in his thirties anymore. “You got this Harris?” Wallace asked as he heard another voice telling them someone was hurt.

“He’s got help, don’t worry.” Wallace said as he moved some more rubble out of the way to make it to the room when he saw the woman laying there. “We’ve got another one in there.” Wallace said as he walked over placing the mask of O2 around the womans face as he glanced down at her leg that was pinned. “Okay ma’am tell me what hurts?” Wallace asked as he tried to see where the blood he could see was coming from.

The dust and smoke didnt make that easier at all but then glancing at her foot more Wallace could see the concrete that was holding her. He glanced at Stephanie as he could see if he moved the piece to free the woman it might cause a cascade onto the spot where Stephanie had her victim. “We’ll have you out in a minute. Just relax, you’re safe with us.” Wallace said as he smiled crouching next to Elena as he glanced at Stephanie. “Harris talk to me, what do you have?” Wallace asked as he pressed a few bandages toward Elena’s wounds on her legs. He could see the mirrored glass everywhere as he could hear it crunch under his feet.

Tag: Matthew Cole, Stephanie Taylor, Theodore Bennett

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Stephanie wasn’t sure what stupid leap of faith had brought Matt into this building. Why was it always this guy? “I’m not that important; you are the one with a target painted on you.” Stephanie was definitely no one’s guardian angel. An overprotective pita maybe, but that was about as close as she got to the moniker. She could heard Boden calling for her report. She’d literally just gotten the low down from the detective and now she was wanted for answers.

“Give me a minute chief. I’ll get back to you on that.” She hollered back. Yeah she could tell him that he was complaining of shoulder pain but that wasn’t an assessment of anything. “I’ll holler if I need a paramedic.” She stated. Yeah there was somethings that was just beyond her.

“Just keep breathing on that.” Stephanie could set the shoulder, only because she had to do so when she had been on the battle front in the Army. “It hurts because you dislocated it.” Stephanie pointed out. Grabbing for something for him to bite down on the only thing she could think of was her flashlight. Well her back up one was plastic and smaller. She handed it to him. “Bite down on this; I’m going to set this and we don’t need you biting your tongue.” Lucky for him she carried pain killers for her old shoulder wound that acted up. “You allergic to any medications?” Yeah well if you were going to give someone prescription meds that weren’t prescribed you better sure as hell make sure that there wasn’t going to be an allergic reaction.

∵Matthew Cole,Theodore Bennett,Wallace Boden, ∵

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Fire Meet Gasoline, I’m burning alive

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[Matthew Cole]

“Hey, are you hurt?” "No, I'm not too bad." He shouted back, there was no blood and guts so his injuries wasn't worth mentioning to her right now, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked in return. "Hang on, someones on there way." He yelled, letting her know the fire department had arrived. “I’m not that important; you are the one with a target painted on you.” "I don't know about that, I'm sure grateful to see you." He told her when she said she wasn't that important. If it was to help him or to help someone else she - like the other firefighters - was there to help when something like this was going on. "You're not kidding." Matt replied grimly, breathing with the mask. He had been through so much that Stephanie probably wouldn't believe him if he told her the half of it, and now he had just been in an explosion and seen his 'home' torn to shreds. It felt like he had a little more than a target on his back. “Just keep breathing on that.” Matt nodded. He wasn't gonna make her job harder in a disaster like this by arguing with her. Though he was gonna tell her that he was fine and suggest that she maybe go help someone who was in more immediate need until she turned around and informed him that he wasn't actually alright. “It hurts because you dislocated it.” "That would explain it." He said looking at her. He couldn't tell himself at this point if that was supposed to be a joke or not. Matt took the flashlight that she instructed him to bite down on, why did he know this was going to hurt? But at the end of the day it had to be done so there was no point in being a sissy about it. “You allergic to any medications?” "Nope. Not that I know about." He replied simply. He had never had any kind of reaction before, and he had been to hospital a few times throughout his life and his career. Tah: Theodore Bennett , Stephanie Taylor , Wallace Boden . (Ooc: Like putting his shoulder in is gonna be as simple as 1,2,3 pull. Mwhahaha . ~*~

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[attr="class","Gracenert"]Grace had managed to see things on the news. There weren’t even any cops from the other precinct yet to keep people out. The firefighters seemed to have it under control. Though that didn’t stop Grace. She waited until they got busy and slipped past them. Yeah, maybe they shouldn’t be multitasking. The devastation of the building laying in shambles on the new had her shaken but this was… a whole new level of hell. Right, she’d come to make sure Matt was okay. She had to know and she wasn’t going to sit around on her butt all day. She just hoped she didn’t have a tail. Now a days with Nate, she never knew.

Grace ran over and put her arms around Matt seeing him sitting upright. He was alive, from the looks of things she was sure there were more than a few forlorn faces that wouldn’t get the relief of feeling that washed over her in that moment. Stephanie was rambling into the radio asking if there were any police units available to escort a civilian off the scene. Stephanie understood Grace’s position but this wasn’t where she needed to be.

Grace listened to the radio. “Negative Harris. Precinct 18 has units enroute. ETA 2 minutes.” Grace had beat the perimeter cops by mere minutes. Yeah well there were smarter decisions. To be fair, after losing her brother and getting him back and the other emotional roller coaster her life had been on recently, she needed to know Matt was okay. It was worth any amount of trouble she would find herself in later for the piece of mind.

∵ Wallace Boden,Theodore Bennett,Matthew Cole, ∵

I will jump in post rotation with myself

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[attr="class","Gracenerlyric"]Call me if you need a rescue
We live in the same city

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[Theodore Bennett]

|| TAG: Wallace Boden, Matthew Cole, Stephanie Taylor, Gracelyn Cordova,|| WORDS: 0 ||
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Elena smiled hearing the voice of the man she was unable to see. “I’m okay just stuck more than hurt.” Elena explained, “You sure you’re okay?” Elena asked him though when he said someone was on their way she was relieved to hear it. It felt like hours when she knew it would only be minutes at most. Elena was trying to listen to hear that the man was okay, she had a bad habit of that to make sure everyone else was taken care of before herself. This was some other kind of crazy when she thought about it, just an arrest and then the building was practically gone.

The building had exploded and someone was telling her not to worry, yeah come again. “Another one... how many are there?” Elena asked as she stared at the man that appeared to be like a giant in the mist of the chaos. Elena had to stare at the man for a moment to make sure he was real as she tried to make out what he looked like though her brain seemed to be freezing up on her. She was a lawyer that never happened, she could argue her way out of a court room but answer what hurts.

Oh this was ridiculous. “I ... not much.” She said trying to put a brave face on things. “Just my leg, it’s sort of stuck under that.” Elena said motioning to the concrete that had her stuck. Elena laughed shaking her head; they had completely different ideas of how to be safe because none of this seemed to be safe to her at all. Elena could feel herself starting to shake as she just wanted to get out of there, she had never really had anything traumatic happen in her life but this. This was just a new kind of crazy and it brought back all the stories her father told over dinner.

How she used to listen to them transfixed by them before she realised now just how dangerous it had been. “Ever heard of telling mistruths?” Elena asked the fire fighter before her as she grinned. “What part of this is safe?” So she might be turning into the questioning lawyer again but then it was all she had to keep her mind in this situation.

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[Wallace Boden]

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my firehouse

Wallace just smiled guessing that the woman must have been a little out of it. “Just the two of you so far but we’ve people all over the building dealing with this.” Wallace explained as he wasnt wanting to get into too much detail about what he could guess would happen later. Of all the saves and good outcomes there wasnt like to be too many more. An explosion like this, it would be a miracle if any count didnt reach double figures though thinking about friends and people he knew. No it wasnt right, he had to focus on the task in front of him.

Wallace glanced at the concrete that had her stuck, sure enough he could see her leg was pinned tightly beneath it. “Hey Miss you just focus on me okay, tell me the truth and we’ll both be getting out of here fine. It’s not my first day at work you know.” He joked as he went to investigate the concrete a little more trying to work out how was best to move it. Then he heard Stephanie talk about giving him a minute. Yeah like they had ten thousand of those going spare today.

“You holler away, I dont think we’ve got anyone spare.” Wallace grumbled as he stood up to look over at Stephanie and Matt. “Can you move your guy at all? Even a couple of feet would make this work a little easier?” Wallace asked figuring if he started to move what he needed to, the one place any shifting debris would land would be right where Stephanie and Matt currently were. It would have been so much easily to bark orders for this from outside but then that wasnt him. Fifty one needed all hands and he wasnt about to let Stephanie in on her own.

“Great so I get the lawyer in this building.” Wallace grumbled staring at Elena for a moment, not there wasnt any way this woman was a cop. “Mistruths, what do you want to hear the bare bones of this?” Wallace asked, sure people asked for the truth but a case of move anything and it would shift to squash someone else. How much truth could a person handle for one day. Women, he didnt understand any one of them. “Safe is safe because we’re here now, if you want us to go then sure we can do that too. Then you’re not so safe at all.” Wallace explained as he traced his hand over Elena’s leg as far as he could reach.

Everything seemed to be intact still and there was no blood on his glove as he made sure to check that too. It didnt mean it wasnt there but not that he could clearly see. “Ever thing now isn’t the time to question things, unless you were a fire fighter last week?” Wallace asked her raising his brown, couldnt he have gotten Matt, the guy seemed to be less talkative. “Now anything I need to know, allergies, meds you’re on?” Wallace asked her trying to smile.

Tag: Stephanie Taylor, Matthew Cole, Theodore Bennett, Gracelyn Cordova,

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[Matthew Cole]

Matt was happy to hear the woman say she was stuck more than hurt, that was something at least. "Yeah, I'm okay. I have help." He replied, letting her know he had a firefighter seeing to him. "I'm sure they'll get you out soon, just hang in there." He finished, offering the only assuring words that anyone could give in this situation. Once Stephanie was ready, Matt put the flashlight in his mouth and mentally braced himself for the pain he knew was about to follow. He bit down on the flashlight and groaned as he waited to hear and feel the pop while his shoulder was being manipulated back into place. But after what felt like minutes of intense pain the pop never came. His shoulder wasn't moving and he motioned for Stephanie to stop for a moment. That was when they had to move several feet along on Boden's request. Dropping the flashlight into his hand he all but swore as he panted for a moment, catching his breath. It was just then that he saw the familiar form of his girlfriend standing amongst the rubble. "Grace?" A look of shock and confusion covered his face as his mind crunched a few gears trying to figure out how the heck she was there, or if she was really there. He had to wonder if he had hit his head and was imagining her. Then she put her are around him and he could feel that she was real, but why she was there he didn't know. He hadn't asked her to come down and they had no plans to meet at the precinct just to see each other, had she come to surprise him? "What are you doing here?" Then the thought hit him like a baseball bat, had she been in the blast?! He cupped one hand on the side of her face and looked at her, "Are you okay?" He asked, concern and emotion clear in his eyes and his voice. Tah: Theodore Bennett , Stephanie Taylor , Wallace Boden , Gracelyn Cordova . ~*~