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The sheriff places the jack under the car, and cranks it with his good hand. The car groans and moves upward slightly, while the other car suddenly jerks downward. The sheriff leaps back, but then assesses the situation.

"OK, it looks like we can get the other two out now. I'm feeling damned impotent with only one arm. Son, how is the wound?"

When Mathew looks at the wound, it looks a lot better. The bleeding has stopped, and the skull is no longer visible. This doesn't seem possible. The blood, which was gushing only minutes before, has not even soaked to the other side of the towelette.

Without waiting for an answer, the sheriff shouts, "He'll be fine, we still have these two to get out of their vehicles. I will help you balance the body board this time, since I have at least one working hand."

Again,same deal, Speed checks to move the second driver.

Mystified by what is going on with the headwound, Mathew attempts to help, but again is not quick enough.

Christine tries her best, but she has no better luck this time.

The second driver is pretty banged up, you can see bone exposed on one of his arms, and his head lolls forward. Pools of blood are everywhere, they glint in the flashing red and blue lights of the squad car. With some assistance from the sheriff, you are able to maneuver the man onto the body board safely. But just as you are lifting it, the vehicle shifts with a jerk. The sheriff had forgotten to brace the wheels while jacking up the vehicle. Startled, the body board twists and the man's arm is jarred roughly. The man's eyes open, and he lets out a bloodcurdling scream, which then deteriorates into bloody coughs.

Christine almost suppresses a whimper.

OOC,Blast! :x Missed it by 1 again!

You are able to maneuver the second man onto the street next to where the first man is lying. The sheriff looks down at the second man. There is a growing pool of blood forming around the arm with the bone exposed. "I think one of his veins might be severed, maybe. Do either of you have anything we can use as a tourniquet until the ambulance gets here? Some kind of rope?"

"Jumper cables!" says Christine. "I'll go get them!" She runs back to her trunk and fishes out the cables. The oddity of once again having exactly what is needed strikes her, but she's just relieved that she has them.

"Good, they should work well." The sheriff ties the jumper cable tight above the man's wound, and after a few moments the flow of blood drops off.

"Phew! He would probably have been a goner if it wasn't for the cable. I think he'll be all right until the ambulance arrives. Now, only one left, and we'd better hurry."
The sparks from the engines are coming more frequently now, and the smell of fuel is mixed with a disturbing hint of ozone. Better move fast.

This time Mathew moves with a purpose, showing a turn of speed that had been lacking in his previous attempts. He is tempted to shout 'Taa-daa' but resists as the sheriff doesn't look particularly good humoured and the situation doesn't really call for it.

Spurred on by adrenaline and determination, Christine moves quickly enough to pull the driver out before the car blows.

Everything seems to come together just right this time. Having got the hang of using the body board, you are able to move the final driver out of the vehicle and move him onto the road. "That's it! We've done it!" the sheriff exclaims, Now, I have a first aid kit in the trunk of my cruiser, we can patch them up a bit before the ambulance arrives." He dashes over to cruiser. As you stand there, looking over the bodies, the heady intoxicating smell of gasoline fumes makes your heads spin.

That's when you notice something strange. Now that the excitement and fear has drained out of the situation somewhat, you can look at things more objectively. There is something strange about the drivers, which you hadn't noticed before. All three men are identical. They are wearing different clothes, but their height, weight and features are exactly the same. They could be triplets. A spray of sparks from one of the vehicles gets your attention towards the wreck. The cars, too, are exactly the same model and make, three beige Hyundai Sonatas.

The sheriff comes back with the first-aid kit, sees the look on your faces, and looks down at the drivers. He sighs deeply, and shakes his head. "I knew it. It's that damn Bill Toge again."

A wave of heat washes over you as sparks from the engines finally ignite the growing pool of fuel around the vehicles.

Onto the next scene...