Jabs never really closed. The business part of it did and the doors locked, but it never fully closed. During the day clients could come and go as they pleased, a sensor at the door would catch the electric signal the little key pass sent off, checking in each person and recording it in the data records there was one on the exit door, too, so that it could check them out as well. If someone did not have a key, there was a chime that would ring that someone had entered, alerting him or any of his staff that they had a new guest, or someone who had forgotten their key pass. At six, the doors would be locked and they only way anyone could get in or out would be to pass their key pass under the sensor in order for the doors to unlock.
After having his staff finish with towels and whatnot he sent them on their way and locked the doors. He stripped out of his shirt, taped his hands up and went to work on the punching bag. There were a few clients roaming about and he kept an ear out for them just in case someone needed help, but other than that he was focused on the bag. Each punch came with an exhalation of air and grunts out as he worked through his routine. Over and over he kept going, working out the aggravation of the past few days and the unknowing of what was to come with the pack.
He was really into, the heavy bag swinging back and forth and him moving around it as he punching it one way and then the other, when he smelled smoke. He instantly stopped what he was doing, his hands stopping the bag as he took another whiff of air. Definitely smoke. A second later the smoke detectors started to sound. He moved quickly, going towards the back of the gym toward the few rooms there.
“FIRE!” Someone yelled as they started running in the opposite direction.
“GET OUT! EVERYONE GET OUT!” Jax bellowed. He had smoke alarms and smoke detectors as well as fire extinguishers that were stationed ever few feet throughout the building. He grabbed one and started to where the smoke was coming from. It seemed that a couple of others had the same idea as him and had grabbed fire extinguishers too. They worked together, all spraying towards the fire. A few moments in and an explosion happened and debris scattered hitting some. A flying piece of metal came right at Jax, though he managed to avoid it other than a scrape on his arm that would heal quick enough.
“Shit, we can’t contain it. Everyone out,” he called out, grabbing a man that had been hit and was laying on the ground. He tossed the man over his shoulder, both coughing, and made his way out just as the fire truck and paramedics arrived.
Everyone was seen to, the man that had been hit was taken to the hospital and another was being treated for smoke inhalation. It took a little time for the firefighters to get it under control and put the fire out. The damage had been done, enough so that Jabs would have to close for a few weeks until repairs could be done.
Jax, who was already grumpy was even more so now. He gathered the information for his insurance, checked on everyone to make sure all was alright and then headed to the pack house.
If he hadn’t known any better he would have asked if this week could get any worse; knowing how Rinth could be, he knew it definitely could get worse.