And you are out of a job unless you go get eval’d and are cleared.
Holy shit. So much of so heavy.This had to have been a manufacturing facility first, before it had become a warehouse and then a crack den. But why would you put the machinery on the second floor? Lot of weight to crank up to a higher level.
As he picked his way through, being careful with where he put his boots, there was the sound of dipping water from all directions, the cold tears of the extinguishing effort falling from anything and everything. The going was uneven, dangerous, and even though the removal effort involved a dozen men and women, there was still so much that he had to mount as he shined his beam down.Ropes lasted about a nanosecond before he ripped off his sling. His bad shoulder, the one he’d popped out of the socket again, immediately protested the freedom of movement, but it could fuck right off with that.Training the flashlight into the slick mess, he searched for a reflective flash, a wink of movement, a sign, a sound, a—
The thought barged in and took over, replacing everything save his visual acuity. But goddamn it, how many more times was this going to happen? How many searches after how many accidents where good men and women were lost? As the crazy bell started to go off in his head, he did what he could to dim the noise; in the end, though, all he could do was ignore it and try to focus through the distraction.The mental effort was harder and less successful than ever, the opposite of a muscle exercised regularly: Instead of getting stronger, his ability to withstand the chaos in his head was weakening, and his terror was that he was burning out.
If he wasn’t doing this job? What the fuck else was there for him.
More with the careful footsteps, higher on the mound of twisted, mangled, burned-out crap, harder with the going now. In his heart, he knew this was not a rescue situation but a recovery one, and he pressed on because he was very well aware that chances were better than not that someone was going to have to do this for him at some point—Her eyes locked on the passing Fijian countryside, her fingers tapping a nonsensical beat on her puffer jacket in her lap. She’d removed her pink jumper and the delicate lines of her naked shoulders and the hint of bra straps beneath her black tank top pissed me off even more.
How dare she have this effect on me? It wasn’t permitted. Not when I was so close to doing something right for a change. Not when I wanted nothing to do with complications and relationships that I didn’t deserve.The little girl sitting beside her tugged her jacket, poking at the bulging pockets.
Estelle (what sort of sexy, delicious name was that anyway?) giggled, leaning closer to chat with the kid.The fearful tension she’d worn on the plane had faded, revealing another layer to the woman I didn’t want to know.