Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Two vehicles.
Both damaged severely. One had a smashed front driver’s side quarter panel, while the other was damaged from the front of the driver’s side all the way to the back.
Possibly a roll over if I had to guess.
Debris littered the road around the two cars, and people were milling about under umbrellas looking at the damage.
“I’m so freakin’ tired of running calls in the pouring rain,” Tai muttered from the seat beside me.
I looked over at him. “It could be…”
“Don’t you dare say what I think you’re about to say,” Drew shot me a withering look.
I grinned, “Yes, Daddy.”
He flipped me off.
Drew was by far the oldest of our crew, but he wasn’t the least bit out of shape.
If Drew decided to call me on my words, he’d definitely give me a run for my money if I chose to pursue it.
“All right, boys,” PD called from his front seat position. “Let’s get this shit done.”
He bailed out of the truck, donning his helmet almost the moment his feet touched the ground.
I snorted and followed suit, my feet hitting the ground and my hand slamming the door closed all while I was moving toward the wreck.
My helmet didn’t do much to stop the rain, but it did enough in conjunction with my bunker gear.
A strong gust of wind sprayed water down my back, and I had to force myself not to shiver as I made my way to the side of the car.
“What happened?” I asked the woman who was looking at me dazedly.
“I got her. You get the kid,” Booth muttered.
I rolled my eyes.
Booth was more of our resident trauma person—he’d served over ten years in the Marines as a combat medic—and since it was more than apparent that the mother had taken the brunt of the force from the car wreck, I let him have it.
I moved to the back window where there was a girl sitting there, her arm somehow pinned between the back glass of the window and the seat.
The car resembled a fucking pretzel, anyway, and I wasn’t surprised that it was squished like it was.
“Honey, can you tell me where you are?” I asked the little girl.
She blinked at me.
“What’s that?” she whispered, her eyes going wide at something at my back.
My head whipped around, and all I saw was a fucking wall of black sky that almost appeared green.
“Son of a fucking motherfucking bitch,” I growled, looking up at the worst possible thing I could be looking at that moment in time.
“That’s a tornado,” the girl in the front seat whispered. “Oh, my God. It looks like the one in Twister!”
I looked down at the girl, maybe fourteen at most, and closed my eyes. My heart rate, which had been accelerating, started to slow, and I snapped them open.
“Sweetie,” I whispered. “I’m about to hurt you. I don’t want to, but if I don’t….” I looked back at the sky behind me.
She knew just as well as I knew that if I didn’t get her out, we were both dead.
I looked up and gauged the distance to the overpass, back down at the car, and then started to work.
The girl screamed.
Someone else screamed.
The mom maybe. Hell, at that point I wasn’t sure if I was the one screaming. The freakin’ air around us was electric.
Then an eerie quiet settled around us, and a single train whistle pierced the air.
I grabbed a Halligan that was handed to me, and I started prying the two pieces of car off the girl’s wrist.
She screamed louder, and my belly started to roll. I didn’t like hurting people. Had this been a different situation, I would’ve given her something for the pain. Fuck, anything was better than what I was doing to her right then.
The moment her wrist was free, she scrambled out, her one good arm, and one bad arm, pointed at me through the window.
I hooked my hands underneath her arms and practically yanked her out of the car, and was running before I even had clear comprehension of what I was doing.
Pounding boots sounded beside me, and I looked over to see PD hauling ass, and passing me.
Not one to be outdone, I sprinted faster.
The body I was carrying was half the size of PD’s, though, and he was about six inches and fifty pounds heavier than me.
It only made sense that he’d beat me there, but not by much. Not with the way my adrenaline was coursing through my veins, or the way my heart was beating so fast that I was likely tachycardic.
The train whistle got closer, sounding even louder than before.
We all pushed under the overpass, and someone started screaming for everyone to start climbing up the sides. It sounded like Booth, or Tai. At that point, though, I didn’t have the ability to differentiate between the voices.