Who: Fitz & Open When: Evening Monday Where: Collapsed Facility building
The building was almost completely destroyed, or at least it looked that way. Almost as if the supports just gave in and the floors collapsed in on each other. Teams had been working on clearing the rubble, but the Island didn't actually have a search and rescue team or anyone really skilled in disaster situations like they were in. Their first attempt to get in had caused rubble to shift and another room to seal off. So they started taking things slower.
But there were people still trapped inside and no one to get them. Teleporters were of no use, worried about jumping where they couldn't see or their point of entry causing destabilization in the building and cause another collapse. When Sebastian came home and mentioned what happened Fitz's could sit back and just do nothing. It didn't matter that he was a wanted man, he could help and that's what he was going to do. Some of the survivors had managed to be located, just trapped and unable to get to them. They got numbers and status' as best they could but communication was hard and even climbing on the rubble was a risk.
A backpack filled with food and water and a notepad to take down names and information. The animorph changed into his smallest cat form and managed to squeeze through cracks in the debris, finding paths to some of the survivors. He'd change back and hand out food, find out who was trapped and how they were doing physically. Then he crawled his way back out. Every time the guards eyed him, but for the time being they were letting him work.
Some ventures in were easier than others. This last venture out had him catching a slab of concrete and slide off it. Letting out a desperate meow he jumped again and felt hands around him as he was pulled out of the hole. After being set down the cat changed into the brown haired ex-soldier who tore off the top page of the note pad and handed it to the person who was sort of helping to gather the information. "The kids are scared, but unharmed. Apparently they ended up in a reinforced training room. I wish we could do more." He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Fitz slipped the backpack off and moved over to the supply tent to load it up with more water and food. "I heard some people in one of the lower levels, I think I can get to them." He said, more to himself than anyone else. He'd been down and back a dozen times since arriving that morning, he was scratched up from the debris and was physically exhausted, but he was one of the only people who could navigate through the rubble. Phobia had done some scouting, but seemed to be relatively drained after rescuing Thursday and Remy. Fitz couldn't bring himself to stop going back. People needed him and he couldn't let himself not go again because he was tired.