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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 7, 2007 7:03:24 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean nodded, and tried to concentrate on calming the wounded down, rather than thinking up a way to change Sterling's mind. She hated leaving anywhere if she could help, and it irritated the hell out of her that she hadn't thought to bring a jacket with an inside pocket, so she could have concealed a small weapon. She quickly moved people into one spot, as she bent down to move Ben, who seemed to be coming round slightly.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 7, 2007 10:51:05 GMT -5
{name:Sterling#|#picture:31}Sterling strapped on his gear, headset, and helmet, then kissed Jean on the cheek, "Sorry to have to do this to you..." He said, before turning to the men. "Staff Sergeant Stafford, front and center"
Another Sergeant rushed up and stood at attention before the Captain. "Staff Sergeant Stafford, reporting as ordered."
"At ease, take these 5," he said pointing at 5 of the pj's standing around, and go out that fire escape. The Tech Sergeant, myself , and 5 other PJ's will follow. Dismissed."
"Sir, yes, Sir!" The staff sergeant replied before rushing out the door. Gunfire Pursued.
Sterling pointed at the previous Sergeant, and 4 other PJ's, "With me, you two," he said pointing at the remaining 2 PJ's, "Treat the wounded and help my partner get them ready for extraction."
HE turned and led the way, upon exiting the door he began firing his M-16. He threw a smoke grenade into a window across the way when he saw a guy sticking his head out, before firing.
What did I do to get into this, Damn my soldier hurts."
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 7, 2007 11:04:44 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean frowned, before turning to the PJs.
"Look, get these lot out first. I'm fine, just make sure the wounded get out all right. OK?" She asked, as they nodded. She helped move some of the more injured, before being told she had to leave. And, considering it was their neck on the line, and they were far bigger then her, and would easily throw her out, she nodded, and started to leave, although every fibre of her being told her to turn the hell around and go back.
"Please, make sure Sterling gets out all right? If you have to carry him out, OK? He's injured, and I'm not loving the fact I'm leaving my partner down there." She said, chewing on her lip as she glanced over her shoulder.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 7, 2007 11:11:47 GMT -5
{name:sterling#|#picture:31}Sterling heard the communication in the room. "KEEP HER IN THAT ROOM! NOW! We got tango's out front. DO NOT LET the Detective LEAVE CHECKPOINT Kilo!" HE said.
Sterling and the other PJ's finally spread out, securing the stairwell. He sent two back in. "Base Kilo, this is Mobile 1, sending in reinforcements, checkpoint Sierra secured. Hurry it up. Keep the good back." He motioned to the last PJ he could spare and still keep the stairwell secure. "Take the well and fit, including Detective Strawson, through the heating ducts, one by one, get them onto the roof It's more secure. Get the man close to a heart attack out."
"Yes, Sir." The PJ said.
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 7, 2007 11:17:33 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean nearly screamed when she was suddenly tugged backward, and spun around ready to have a go at whoever the hell thought that was funny.
"Sorry miss, we've gotta get ya up through there." He said, looking apologetic, and pointing to the heating ducts.. Jean crossed her arms, frowned, but then nodded, as she quickly called over the people who had been helping her earlier.
"Hey, we're gonna need you to help get the wounded through the heating ducts, OK? I want you to buddy up, and go with these men here, right?" She asked, to which she got muffled confirmation. She looked up at the heating duct, and then the shrewd 'steps' they had constructed. This was not gonna be easy.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 7, 2007 14:18:19 GMT -5
{name:Sterling#|#picture:31}Sterling rushed in with four more PJ's. "All of you but Jean and the original two, with me. Take the wounded up the stairwell, those who are well, up through the heat duct. MOVE!" Sterling said, making sure that everything was under control.
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 8, 2007 14:41:43 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean turned around and grinned broadly as soon as Sterling entered. She wasn't sure whether it was because it didn't look like she was leaving without him, or whether it was because he was alright, but she knew she was happy. Or, as happy as you could be with some psycho trying to kill you.
Jean quickly helped the well people up through the ducts, and the injured people hurried up the stairwell as quickly as they could. She turned back to Sterling, her brows knitted together.
"What now?"
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 8, 2007 15:59:59 GMT -5
{name:Sterling#|#picture:31}"They are taking the wounded to the local hospital, and calling in reinforcements from the National Guard. The well are being taken to the local Air Base for Debrief, that includes you. I'm taking the last chopper there. The PJ's will treat my wounds en route." Sterling responded.
When he saw the last injured person up the stairwell he gave the order to fall in toward the roof.
"GET THE INJURED ON THE CHOPPERS!" He ordered as the PJ's began strapping them in and the three black hawks took off.
He threw Jean a pistol. "Take this in case we are compromised." He said.
" SPREAD OUT!" He gave an order, before kneeling down next to Jean to catch his breath. Now that the adrenaline was fading, his wound was smartin worse than ever.
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 9, 2007 9:46:47 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean caught the pistol, but her full attention was on Sterling.
"Are you OK?" She said, immediately wrapping her arm around his side, and helped prop him up slightly.
"Stop trying to save the day, and get to the damn hospital, OK?" She chided lightly.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 9, 2007 13:12:48 GMT -5
{name:Sterling Williamson#|#picture:31}"Yeah, and never hear the end of the comments about the Captain who earned a purple heart getting chicken and going to the hospital, thank you but no." He smiled.
He saw more choppers incoming, "This is your ride, hon. I'll be following behind on the last chopper to leave, probably arrive on Base 10 minutes after you." He said as the first chopper began to hover above the building and lower a basket.
"GET THESE PEOPLE LOADED UP!" He yelled.
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 9, 2007 14:12:16 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean crossed her arms and frowned, but knew it was pointless to argue.
"Fine. Just don't expect me to nurse the shoulder better!" She teased lightly, with a soft grin.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 9, 2007 16:34:07 GMT -5
{name:Sterling#|#picture:31}After having been treated and debriefed, Sterling met Jean in the base ready room. "How do you like my old squad room?" He joked.
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 10, 2007 13:54:43 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean nodded, and put on a nonchalent expression.
"It's....different. Coffee's still just as bad though." She joked, holding out a cup to him. In fact, it had impressed her, which took a lot of doing. It actually reminded her of her childhood. Whilst her 'father' had been a simple ranch man, her 'uncle' had been in the military, which had fused Jean's love for it. Thay and flying. She loved to fly.
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Post by elelohesterling on Dec 10, 2007 13:58:56 GMT -5
{name:Sterling#|#picture:31}"Hey, since we are on base, and I've been cleared with 2 weeks leave from the AF. How about you and me take out my baby." He said with a smile, figuring she wouldn't get it.
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Post by Sexystablersgal on Dec 10, 2007 14:01:00 GMT -5
{name:Jean#|#picture:19}Jean's brows furrowed as she glanced over her shoulder at him. He couldn't mean...
"Huh?" Was about the most articulate thing she could manage.
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