FRIENDLY FIRE: A 9-1-1 fanfiction

Part Forty- One: Stuck In The Mud



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"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"..."

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

"..." 

"This is 9-1-1. If you can not speak, can you make a noise?"

"Hhh—!"

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

"—zzh!"

"All I'm getting is static. Can you try to give me your address?"

"Sszz— zz!"

"Can you say that again?"

"..."

"Hello?!"

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1 Hours Before The Call

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EMMA

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"Alright, guys, we're moving out in a large group, so let's try to be aware of each other at all times," Bobby called out. "I'm going to be your Captain on this job, Lieutenant Jason Harper will be who you report to if I am unavailable."

A call had come in from the Lafayette Heritage Trail Park; a family of four tried to take a short cut through the park to get out of the hurricane only to underestimate the amount the lake had flooded. Now, their car was stuck in thick mud and water. We were going in two groups, 8 and the 118, just in case things got complicated or more people needed helping on the way back.

The trucks barely managed to get through the mud to get close enough to the victims car, and they ended up parking on a wooden bridge.

The ambulances couldn't get through, though, and they had to wait further back, the paramedics setting up wooden planks in the mud instead to make it easier to get around without sinking.

"Right, the water is too thick with mud for us to wade or swim through," Bobby yelled over the rain, "we need to pull the car out of the lake before it goes down any further." He pointed backwards at the sedan, its lights guiding us to it, "right now, the mud is keeping them from drowning, but the water levels are increasing. The more water there is, the less dense the mud becomes, and the less time we have to pull them out."

"What do you suggest we do?" Jason called out, his arms crossing over his chest.

Bobby turned to the rest of the crew, "Buck, Arvin, I want you guys to start setting up wooden boards in the mud, make a path for us."

"On it," Buck threw him a thumbs up, grabbing Arvin's arm, the Probie smiling happily after him.

"Marina, Eddie," Bobby turned to the pair, "prepare the winch. Once the boards are set, one of you get across and attach it to the car."

The pair rushed off wordlessly, the rain getting stronger, making a white fog fall over us.

"Emma, Cooper," Bobby turned to us, "try and start a line of communication with the victims. Call back 9-1-1, get them to connect you to the car."