IC-Sanctuary(David/Tisha/Willie/Felice/Drake/Evans/Rourke)
Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2021 2:47 am
Z-Day - 11:21 AM Mountain Time - Warren Air Force Base, west of Cheyenne, Wyoming
In the Stryker-
Inside the Stryker M1133 Medical Evacuation Vehicle were three people dressed head-to-toe in orange Racal suits. They were members of the quarantine clinic's medical staff. Captain Isaac Drake was a skilled surgeon who was used to operating under fire in Afghanistan and Iraq in similar vehicles, but the current situation was like nothing he had ever experienced. Now his home was the battlefield, and this base was one of the last bastions of civilization after only a dozen or so hours of chaos. Assisting him was Lt. Sara Evans, a nurse who often worked with him in the operating room. She was also in charge of the nursing staff and had chosen to come rather than put one of the other nurses at risk. The last person on the Stryker was Airman Catherine Rourke, who served as an orderly. She had volunteered for this duty too. She had also eagerly volunteered to be sent to the motel at the truck stop from which the incoming survivors had fled, but had been turned down - more due to lack of space on the helicopters than anything else. There had been no room for anyone who wasn't part of the communications team, the medical research staff, or the Security Forces troops. The only open spot had been given to Javier Ramirez.
The survivors who had made it to Warren AFB were all in various states of injury to the tribulations they had suffered on their way there. David the truck driver, who had lost his truck, couldn't help but admire the ladies who were helping them even through their bulky orange suits. Tisha the reporter had gotten more of a story than she had expected. Her cameraman, Wiilie, had nearly died and looked like he was about to do so. Felice, the Italian art dealer, was the least injured of the bunch. In spite of all she had been through, she still looked amazing. Sadly, Randall had not made it.
The Stryker began to slowly roll over the asphalt.
"I'm Captain Isaac Drake," said Dr. Drake. "I'd like to introduce Lt. Sara Evans, my senior nurse, and Airman Catherine Rourke." He indicated each woman in turn.
"I'm Willie," said the cameraman. "Boy am I glad to see you. We're in really bad shape."
"You're going to be all right," said Sara Evans. "You're in the best of hands."
In the Stryker-
Inside the Stryker M1133 Medical Evacuation Vehicle were three people dressed head-to-toe in orange Racal suits. They were members of the quarantine clinic's medical staff. Captain Isaac Drake was a skilled surgeon who was used to operating under fire in Afghanistan and Iraq in similar vehicles, but the current situation was like nothing he had ever experienced. Now his home was the battlefield, and this base was one of the last bastions of civilization after only a dozen or so hours of chaos. Assisting him was Lt. Sara Evans, a nurse who often worked with him in the operating room. She was also in charge of the nursing staff and had chosen to come rather than put one of the other nurses at risk. The last person on the Stryker was Airman Catherine Rourke, who served as an orderly. She had volunteered for this duty too. She had also eagerly volunteered to be sent to the motel at the truck stop from which the incoming survivors had fled, but had been turned down - more due to lack of space on the helicopters than anything else. There had been no room for anyone who wasn't part of the communications team, the medical research staff, or the Security Forces troops. The only open spot had been given to Javier Ramirez.
The survivors who had made it to Warren AFB were all in various states of injury to the tribulations they had suffered on their way there. David the truck driver, who had lost his truck, couldn't help but admire the ladies who were helping them even through their bulky orange suits. Tisha the reporter had gotten more of a story than she had expected. Her cameraman, Wiilie, had nearly died and looked like he was about to do so. Felice, the Italian art dealer, was the least injured of the bunch. In spite of all she had been through, she still looked amazing. Sadly, Randall had not made it.
The Stryker began to slowly roll over the asphalt.
"I'm Captain Isaac Drake," said Dr. Drake. "I'd like to introduce Lt. Sara Evans, my senior nurse, and Airman Catherine Rourke." He indicated each woman in turn.
"I'm Willie," said the cameraman. "Boy am I glad to see you. We're in really bad shape."
"You're going to be all right," said Sara Evans. "You're in the best of hands."