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From: Tawnyangel22 Sent: 3/13/2006 2:47 PM
Nikki and Kat looked at the truck lying on its roof, squashed underneath the other truck. The sand had been blown in such a way that it was almost covered.
"MGM, we'll have to climb in underneath," Nikki talked into her communicator.
"F-A-B." Kat replied.
Hindered by their cumbersome uniforms, Nikki and Kat struggled to crawl underneath the truck towards the windscreen. Kat looked up and froze, trying to fight back the rising nausea. The driver had obviously not been wearing his seat belt and had been flung through the smashed windscreen. He was half hanging through the broken glass, his face seriously lacerated, and his sightless eyes seemed to bulge out. His face had been frozen in a look of complete terror. The bodyguard was unconscious and hanging upside down, held firmly by his seat belt, which appeared to be securely stuck. Steeling herself, she managed to squeeze herself past the lifeless body and through the broken windscreen, thankful that her uniform was tear resistant.
Nikki joined Kat and surveyed the scene. Both the driver and bodyguard were large, heavy men. She examined the driver, feeling for a pulse but from the unnatural position of his neck, it was obvious that he was dead.
"There's nothing we can do for this guy. I'll contact Doc for a black tag." Nikki glanced at Kat, who was shaking. "Are you okay, MGM?"
"Yes, I am now. It was such a shock, seeing the driver."
Nikki then turned her attention back to the bodyguard. Crawling beside Kat, she tried to release the bodyguard's seat belt. The sheer weight of the man made it almost impossible to do. He was unconscious, with a deep cut and an angry looking bruise on his left temple and blood had seeped from a gash in his head.
"I don't think he should be moved," Nikki stated. " He needs a neck brace and backboard. But I think that unless he comes round, he should be okay as he is until we have the proper equipment."
She reported to Dianne the state of the driver and bodyguard, and then she and Kat continued to crawl inside the interior of the truck. The roof was dented in, giving very little space for them to work in. Sand had infiltrated through the smashed windscreen, making the air inside the truck stuffy. Both Nikki and Kat were thankful for their breathing equipment.
Three women lay like rag dolls. A fourth was still in her seatbelt and hanging upside down. Two children were strapped in their safety seats; the third was clinging to one of the unconscious women. All three children were whimpering.
At the sight of Nikki and Kat, the whimperings increased to loud cries. Nikki bent over one of the women, who opened her eyes, moaned softly, and tried to move.
Nikki spoke gently, using the translator. "We are from International Rescue."
The young woman continued to whimper and moan, pointing to the other women and children.
Again Nikki spoke. "We are here to help you."
This time the woman seemed to understand. "Allah be praised," she whispered, before losing consciousness again.
Nikki began to triage the occupants. The young woman who had managed to understand them was drifting in and out of consciousness.
"She is suffering from concussion," Nikki explained.
Kat crawled to check the other two women. Seeing Kat approach, the young boy began to scream and shout, kicking his legs at her. He retreated as far as he could until his back rested against the truck's wall, holding his arm and continuing to scream.
Nikki joined Kat, and examined the two women. "They could have back and neck injuries. I don't want to move them, until we have backboards to move them onto and neck braces," she said. "Doc from Angel. There is a possibility that three of the women have back and neck injuries. I don't think they should be moved until we have backboards and neck braces."
"F-A-B, Angel. Will get them over to you," Dianne replied.
Nikki then turned her attention to the boy. She spoke soothingly, but he was having none of it. He continued to kick and scream, trying to keep the two strange women away from him. "Looks like his arm could be broken," she said. "I need to get him to Thunderbird Seven and give him a sedative so we can examine him more closely. Come along. We'll check that other woman. Maybe if we leave him be, he'll calm down."
As they moved away, the boy calmed, and shifted over to sit by one of the unconscious women.
Kat and Nikki then examined the young woman still hanging upside down, secured by her seat belt. She was conscious and, in her blind panic, was trying to free herself.
Nikki spoke in her most soothing voice. "We are here to help you. Let me try and release your seat belt."
"No! No! Do not touch me! You cannot take my baby!" she wailed, holding her belly protectively.
"We are here to help," Nikki repeated. "Let us help."
Very gently, with help from Kat, Nikki managed to free the young woman, who crouched down in front of them, wailing and crying. Nikki carefully examined the young woman.
"She is suffering from extensive bruises where the seat belt cut into her body, but as she seems to be pregnant, I need to get her to Thunderbird Seven as quickly as possible for a further internal examination," Nikki said.
The IR operatives now approached the two children in their safety seats. They were still secure, but very young, obviously terrified, and the operatives' appearance didn't make things any better. Carefully Nikki tried to examine them, but they remained screaming and wriggling in sheer terror. Nikki decided to leave them in their seats. "They'll be safer there for the time being," she remarked. "I think it will be much easier to examine them in Thunderbird Seven," she added.
Nikki suddenly stopped and put a hand to her ear, listening. She glanced up toward the front of the truck and said, " The driver is the fatality, Sweet. He's at the front of the truck. I've got my hands full right now and I can't turn around to reach him. Would you...?"
Kat gave her a puzzled look. Nikki turned to say, "Sweet is here. She's going to cover our fatality up for us."
Just at that moment, there was the sound of grinding and screeching of metal.
"Angel! MGM!" Callie's voice could be heard. "The doors are badly dented in. Frankie and I are going to try and pry them open. Please make sure that the rear of the truck is clear."
"F-A-B, Ursa," Kat replied. She situated herself so that she could catch the one loose child in case he decided to investigate the noise. Elise and Callie began working on the doors. The children all began to shriek and cry. The truck began to shake and shudder in an alarming manner.
At the height of this confusion, a male voice could be heard.
Nikki listened again to her communicator. "I hear him, Sweet, but thanks for the heads up. I'll try to get to him." She paused, then added, "F-A-B, Sweet, and thanks."
She turned to Kat. "Seems like the unconscious man has come round. I'd better go back and try to calm him. MGM, try and keep those children calm."
Kat looked at the injured boy. He was rocking back and forth, wailing. I don't think he's going anywhere. I'll see what I can do for the other two. In the tiny space between the roof and floor of the truck, Kat joined the other two children sat in their safety seats. She tried to convey to them that she was there to help them. Their eyes were wide with fright at the noise coming from the rear of the truck. They totally ignored what she was saying to them and continued to scream and cry almost hysterically. Kat tried to calm them down, but she had no effect on them. No matter what she tried to say or do, nothing would calm them down.
Shortly the rear doors were forced open and Callie and Elise could be seen. Elise handed Kat the medikit. "Take this to Angel, please, MGM. We've got the backboards, too, and we're ready to help."
"F-A-B," Kat said with relief. "And not a moment too soon."
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