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From: Tikatu Sent: 10/10/2006 1:40 PM
Scott watched them head for Thunderbird Two's rescue capsule, which they had used as a sort of elevator to get them to the ground level. He nodded, and ducked back in.
He moved up next to Dianne. They'd managed to pull the chair backwards as well as lean her back so she was now free of the steering column. He noticed a lumpy bandage wrapped around her leg and realized that must be where the piece of metal had done its damage, and that it was very likely still in there, waiting for the surgeons to remove it. She was pale and drowsy looking.
"We've almost got you out of here, Doc," Scott told her, giving her an encouraging smile. "Then I'll fly you to Wichita..."
"No." Dianne murmured, vaguely waving a hand. "Not Wichita. Los Angeles."
"Los Angeles?"
"Come 'ere."
Scott did as he was bid, and she turned her head to whisper hoarsely, "Wichita's swamped. L.A's got bettah imagin'... an' an agent who's chief o' surguhry. Mercy General. L.A."
"But this is only a leg..."
She shook her head as best she could. "No. Theyah's also internal... oh God!" She groaned, her face contorting. With one hand, she feebly shoved him away seconds before she vomited.
Dom turned quickly. "Get her down! Now!"
The EMTs gathered around, as did Gordon and Brandon. Dom himself got beneath her as hands crossed her body, taking hold of her arms and legs on from opposite sides. Scott backed away, unsure what was needed.
"Mav!" Scott looked back. Dom was looking at him with an intense expression on his face. "Be ready. Five minutes!"
Scott nodded, and headed out the door. He heard Dom say, "On three! One, two, three!" There was the snick of a latch letting go. He paused outside the door to see the group of men and women lower Dianne to the level of the Stokes basket that the EMTs had brought in, untangling her from her restraining straps. Then he ran for the waiting and ready Thunderbird One.
"Maverick from Base," Jeff's voice sounded in Scott's ear as he ran. He reached up to touch his earphone.
"Maverick here."
"Give me ETA to Wichita Memorial."
"Negative, base." Scott was climbing into Thunderbird One. Elise glanced down and got out of the pilot's chair. "CMO has specified Mercy General, Los Angeles."
There was no surprise in Jeff's voice as he replied, "F-A-B. Calculate ETA. I want to know the second you hit the helipad there."
"F-A-B." Scott clambered into his chair. "You'd better give our agent in L.A. a heads up. I'll call the hospital from here."
"Acknowledged," Jeff said. Then his voice broke. "Take good care of her, Scott."
"Always," Scott said softly. He turned to Elise. "We'd better take all the med crew to L.A. at once. Can you tell Sweet and MGM to bring Angel over?"
"F-A-B," Elise said. She climbed out. "I'll see if I can speed things up a little."
Scott watched her pelt over to Thunderbird Two, then directed his attention to the group of four men and one woman who were carrying Dianne his way. Brandon and Gordon were in front, and the stretcher bearers were followed by Dom, who was himself flanked by Dave Kandagaye. Scott got out of his chair, Gordon climbed up into One, and with the help of Brandon and the others, they got Dianne into the cockpit. Scott frowned in concern at his stepmother's pallor. Her eyes fluttered closed, then opened, but it looked like she was having trouble staying awake.
"We need Angel," he told Gordon as his brother was climbing out of the cockpit. Glancing out his windscreen, he saw that Elise and Tin-Tin were supporting Nikki as they walked over to One. "They're coming, but going slow. See what you can do."
Gordon gave Scott a curt nod and went off. Dom climbed in, and Scott could hear the booming voice of Kandagaye call, "Get yourself checked out. You've likely got whiplash!"
"I shall! And thanks!" Dom called. He double-checked that the basket was securely fastened, and strapped himself into the jump seat. "Let's go, Maverick."
"Need Angel," Scott replied. He glanced out the windscreen again. Gordon and Brandon had taken over, and made a chair with their arms, carrying Nikki toward One at a good pace. "Just a moment more... ah, there they are." He climbed out of his seat again and helped Nikki into the cockpit. Her forehead was bandaged. "Strap in. We're out of here!"
He retracted the ladder, closed the hatch, and lifted Thunderbird One into the air. "This is International Rescue Thunderbird One calling Mercy General Hospital in Los Angeles. We have three patients, two stable, one critical on the way to you now. ETA, six minutes."
The chopper continued to circle the Danger Zone as Scott sped off. Wish I had time to chase that out of the area, he thought, his eyes narrowing in frustration. He glanced down at Dianne. But there are more important things to do.
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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