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"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
"There's been a trail derailment, Pacific West 1135. Our last stop was Phoenix, and we were heading into Union Station. We've crashed somewhere close to the LA County line." Abby rasped into the phone. Most of the passengers from her train car had moved to find an exit, but they couldn't get Jane out from where she was pinned. She had stayed unconscious so Abby had to make the executive decision to leave her so she could call and get help, knowing that Sam was still in the back of the train. She could send help for Jane, but she needed to get to safety before she could be of any help. Abby was about halfway down the next car, still looking for an exit.
"Okay, so how many-"
"There are multiple injuries. This is a mass casualty situation. You've gotta send out every available RA unit. We need USAR for search and rescue, and LAPD for traffic control. We're gonna need a mobile command center."
"I'll call them now, okay? It seems like you've done this before." Abby didn't know who was on the other end of the line, and how much she could actually relate to the woman.
"Yeah, but I was on your side of the line. I used to be a 9-1-1 dispatcher." Abby looked around at the scene and took it all in. Seeing it up close was very different from taking the calls. "Please you have to help, my fiance is somewhere in this mess and there's a young blind woman left behind, pinned in the dining car, it's- shit, it's really bad."
Maddie typed away at record speed from her side. "Don't worry ma'am help is on its way." She couldn't help but think, a young blind woman, surely it couldn't be...
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Jane groaned, her torso was pinned between a window and the cafe table. Her thoughts were foggy and she heard the sound of broken electronics zapping around her and people yelling from further down and outside the train.
"Hello?" She called out, voice hoarse. There was no response so she had to assume everyone got out or what if in the crash they- she couldn't finish the thought. Pressing against the table she let in a sharp breath, she was pinned and the table was bolted to the bottom of the car. Every breath hurt, so she tried to slow her breathing willing her body to calm itself down, knowing panic would just make her breathe heavier and hurt more.
Her phone rattled against the floor taunting her, just out of reach. "Call from...Zoe Reynolds...Call from...Zoe Reynolds" it read off to her in an automated tone. This train derailment must have been on the news if she was calling her back-to-back like this, which gave her a sliver of hope that help was coming.
"Abby?" she called out, panting shallowly as she waited for a response. Nothing. Letting out a frustrated scream she tried to move her body out of the booth to no avail. It just ended with her in tears and no closer to freedom.
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Outside of the train, emergency services were pulling up in troves. Leading the 118 was Captain Nash, who quickly assessed the situation, falling in step with another Captain. "Captain Bobby Nash."
