by USDA Prime » Mon Jan 23, 2012 3:57 am
- Motto: "Delicious steaks are the right of all sentient beings."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
Susan B. Allen Memorial Hospital- 1.6 miles north of the Refinery
Saferoute slowed down as she neared the hospital, passing by several military vehicles that had been deployed in the area. Many of the national guardsmen gave her odd looks, probably because her scorched-off paint job, though none tried to stop her. As she pulled in to the hospital's emergency entrace, some local law enforcement officers stepped in front of her. She stopped as one of them walked over to the "driver's" window, which Saferoute opened.
"Look's like your bus took a bit of a beating, ma'am." the officer said, looking over the now mostly black bus, "Were you at the refinery?"
"Its not as bad as it looks.", the "driver" replied, "Yes, I just came from the refinery, I managed to get these people out of there. A lot of them are hurt, they need medical attention. Nothing life threatening, but they really need to see a doctor."
The officer looked along the windows at the passengers. Among their faces were many burns and dried blood. He motioned to the officers in front of Saferoute, and they moved out of the way, one of them talking into a wireless handset.
"All right, you're bus is too big for the main entrance, so just pull up as close as you can. We'll have some people out here to help them in.", the officer replied as he backed away from the bus.
Slowly she drove up, stopping just short of the main circle that the ambulances would drive through. Just as opened both the front and emergency back doors, several nurses, officers and paramedics came out of the hospital, some of them with gurneys.
Anyone who isn't hurt please stay in your seat until the injured are off.", Saferoute announced to her passengers as they started to get up and into the helping hands of the natives.
Those who got out the front door thanked Saferoute as they passed by her avatar, those who got out the back thanked her as they passed by her window.
"Make sure to call your family and friends when you can, I'm sure they'll want to know you're all right." she told them.
As she had asked the non-injured passengers had stayed in their seats until all the injured were off. Once they started to leave they gave longer thank yous. It all made the transport happy that she could help them, yet sad that she wouldn't get to see them again.
After the last passenger left, the police officer got in the bus to have a chat.
"That was some brave thing you did saving all those people. You should get a medal for this." the officer said.
"I just did what I thought was right.", she humbly replied, "They were in danger and I just helped."
"Well, lucky for them you got them out just in time. If the terrorists didn't kill them now, then they'd be dead in just a minute.", the officer told her.
"What do you mean?", the red headed "driver" asked, "What's going on?"
"Well," the officer got up close to whisper, so no one else would hear him, "Don't tell anyone I told you, but the military is sending in some jets to bomb the refinery. I guess those terrorists are doing something big."
"I see..." the bus driver said thoughtfully, though deep down Saferoute was really worried, "Well, I should be going."
"You sure? You've already been through a lot, sure you don't want to rest up a bit?" the officer asked.
"No, thank you." she answered, "I'd just like to get home now and rest."
"Well, suit yourself, as long as your home isn't too close to that refinery." the officer replied as he got off the bus, "They've closed off most of the town near there."
"Oh no, I live up north of here. I'll be fine, thanks.", she said as she closed both the bus doors.
The officer waved at her as she carefully backed up and turned around.
<<Hot Spot, this is Saferoute. The humans are in a local hospital now, but I've got bad news. I just heard that the humans are about to send an air stri->>
Before she could finish she heard and saw two jets in the distance. Without warning she saw them firing at the ground, then dive straight to the ground.
Oh slag..., she thought as she navigated through the hospital parking lot, then back onto the main road.