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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 1, 2007 14:42:28 GMT -5
{name:Sterling#|#picture:31}Sterling arranged a Tourniquet.
"GO!" He ordered as he prepared to move the injured man, not worrying about his own wound. He heard automatic fire begin to ring out. None of it seemed to come inside the restaurant, but he dragged the injured man to the kitchen, as carefully as possible. He handed the victim off to Jean and got back out to the dining room.
He jumped back on his radio. "SVU detective on scene, what the heck is taking so long for back-up?"
"Sir, we are pinned down, heavy automatic fire from all sides."
Sterling jumped on his cell, calling his CO. "Sir, it's Captain Williamson, I am pinned down at 66th round in NYC. Sniper fire, and backup units are coming under automatic fire. Request that you call Pentagon, and see what can be done. Over and Out."
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 1, 2007 14:48:28 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean nodded, and took off for the kitchen, trying not to appear as frightened as she felt. She quickly tried to usher people into the kitchen, jumping as the gunfire rings out again.
"C'mon, hurry!" She shrieked, trying to hurry up the civilians, even though they were running as fast as they could. She tried to smile as Sterling handed her the victim, and she quickly ducked back into the kitchen.
"It's gonna be OK, trust me." She called, to the group, although right now, she wasn't so sure.
"Just, listen to me. I need you to stay very calm. Help out those that need help around you, OK? We need to stick together, right?" She said, and smiled with relief when she heard some faint confirmation.
"Good. Now, does anyone have any first aide knowledge, basic or otherwise?" She asked, as a few people moved forward. Quickly, she assigned them they jobs, and then turned her attention back to Ben.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 2, 2007 8:21:34 GMT -5
{name:Sterling Williamson#|#picture:31}Sterling's military phone rang, as multiple shots hit around him. Damn, how did they prepare for this?
"Captain Williamson, Nonsecure, I'm under fire, not a good time."
"Williamson, it's Colonel Myers. We are in contact with New York's Mayor and the Governor, looks like we might be sending a few PJ's your way, what's the situation?"
"Colonel, One man is gravely wounded, I'm hit, but not to badly. Let em check with my partner on what's going on."
Sterling yelled, "Jean, how many wounded and whats their condition?!"
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 2, 2007 8:36:32 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean stuck her head out of the kitchen door, and mentally counted.
"Ben's seriously wounded, I've got a few minor injuries-maybe about 6, 7-and the rest are really shaken. Also, I think a guy in here is about to have a heart attack, he's been complaining of chest pains. We're holding the fort, I've got about 4 people in here with first aid knowledge, we're doing what we can." She called, desperately praying for a miracle, it was exhausting keeping people's spirits up.
"Also, Elliot called, said that there's major panic outside, several uniforms and armed guards are trying to get through."
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 2, 2007 21:36:19 GMT -5
{name:Sterling Williamson#|#picture:31}"Colonel, we got a serious wounded male, a few minor injuries-maybe about 6, 7-and the rest are really shaken. Also, my partner thinks a guy in here is about to have a heart attack. Another one of our detectives said that uniforms are busting in, but I doubt thier real. Too much machine gun fire to be real uniforms.
"See if you can get us those PJ's ASAP"
"Captain, we have a blackhawk incoming, the Governor has labeled that area a combat zone. ETA is 15 minutes. Hold the fort down!"
"Jean, Get the farthest away from any outside doors, use everything you can to blockade the doors, we got Air Force PJ's incoming in 15 minutes, need to hold the fakes off for that long!
"I've got Command responsibilities now, the area has been labeled a combat zone!!"
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 3, 2007 15:33:27 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}"What? A combat zone, in the middle of frickin' New York? Some date, huh?" She called back, although she was on the verge of nervous laughter by now.
Pull it together. People will die if you don't get your act together! She snapped silently, as she dashed back into the kitchen.
"OK, everybody listen. I need you all to get into the middle of the room, and I want some of the less shaken people to help me barricade the doors." She called, and soon she had a bunch of people tugging tables and counters out of their fittings, and over to the door.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 3, 2007 16:15:22 GMT -5
{name:Sterling#|#picture:31}Sterling fired off a few more shots, before overturning every chair and table in a systematic way in order to prevent being shot.
Suddenly a armed NYPD detective, at least that's the uniform he wore, appeared at the door and began firing, hitting Sterling in the shoulder again, before Sterling got off a shot and hit him.
He rushed to the circuit breakers and snapped the power off for everything but the kitchen, before getting into the kitchen and aiding Jean in barricading the doors.
That should hold them, he thought, before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. When Jean looked at his double wound, he smiled weakly, "Hey it'll get me a purple heart, seeing as how this is a combat zone."
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 3, 2007 16:24:43 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}"That's not funny." Jean chided weakly, as she rushed over and hugged him gingerly, before rushing off to find something to stem the bleeding.
"Good news is they're both through-and-through." She said, as she expertly tied several clothes around his wounds.
"How does it look out there?" She asked softly, glancing behind her to make sure her 'charges' were all under control.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 3, 2007 16:52:46 GMT -5
{name:Sterling#|#picture:31}"Not good. Just shot a 'NYPD' officer carrying a AK."
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 4, 2007 8:18:53 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}"Oh. Well, that's a relief, I thought some random pyscho was out to get us. Hey, what do I know?!" She joked, weakly. Although, the thought of someone walking around, shooting at them, dressed like them...Well, it sent a shiver down her spine.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 5, 2007 11:09:26 GMT -5
{name:Sterling Williamson#|#picture:31}Sterling tried standing, before collapsing back down.
His phone began ringing. "Williamson, non-secure, go ahead."
Captain, colonel myers. The PJ's are incoming. Where are you in the building?"
"Barricaded in the kitchen area. Situation is non-changed, except I was wounded again, I'm fine. Only way into the kitchen is through the heating ducts. Make sure the Pj's bring me a weapon."
"I'm gonna evacuate you with the others." Colonel Myers said.
"I'll leave with my date, or last depending on which is later, Sir."
"Talk through it with the PJ's." Colonel myers said.
"Yes, sir. Williamson out."
Sterling shut the phone and looked at Jean, "You know, your still beautiful, even when stressed this far?"
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 5, 2007 15:02:33 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean laughed, and ran a hand through her hair, which had long since fallen out of the neat style she had worn previously.
"Thank you. Not looking so bad yaself. You know, other than the fact we can very nearly see through ya shoulder and all." She teased, laughing.
"Scott is not gonna believe this. This is what I get for him pushing me back out 'on the market'!" She sniggered.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 6, 2007 13:22:16 GMT -5
{name:Sterling Williamson#|#picture:31}Sterling listened to Jean, before holding up a hand. “Choppers incoming. Get the wounded ready.” He also heard renewed automatic fire.
He heard the thumps on the roof, 14 of them. Before the chopper engine revved back up. Probably pulling up to provide support fire. Sterling thought.
“Okay, everyone listen up, we are getting the wounded out of here first. I need the uninjured to set these two counters on top of each other. Push another close to them so we can climb from one to the other. Once the wounded are out, the uninjured will go.”
Sterling turned to Jean, “You're getting out with them. I’m staying behind to hold off the people outside.”
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 6, 2007 15:15:27 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean shook her head firmly.
"The hell I am! If your staying, I'm staying. Simple as that." She held up as hand as he looked like he was about to protest.
"Seriously, you start arguing, I'll shoot you, OK?" She asked, with a tiny smile, although her eyes pretty much told him her midn was made up.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 6, 2007 17:19:00 GMT -5
{name:Sterling Williamson#|#picture:31}"Jean, I know your mind is made up, but I can not allow you to stay, I'd be court martial ed for sure. You're a civilian, and though I love you, you are not trained for combat." He said.
He saw a light coming from the heating duct, "Everyone back, NOW! He saw someone peek out of the duct. "IDENTIFY YOURSELF!"
"Sergeant Whitaker, USAF!" Was the response. "We got 14 guys, we're coming in."
The sergeant dropped, followed by the other PJ's. "Whitaker, what's the plan?" Captain Williamson asked.
"Sir, we plan to clear the fire escape and get the wounded up to roof that way."
"DO you have my gear?" Williamson responded,
"Yes, sir Captain. But I have to tell you, I don't feel comfortable letting you go into the zone, it's dangerous, and with your wounds, its just not safe."
Williamson ignored him. "How many more choppers are incoming?"
"We have 3 black hawks incoming to evacuate wounded. ETA 2 minutes, Sir."
"Sergeant, Spread your men out."
"Jean, stay with the wounded, as we clear the fire escape, when its relatively safe, I'll send some PJ's in for recovery."
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