Perry Derrick (pderrick) wrote in novsila_rpg, @ 2014-04-06 11:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! open, x-past: aiden derrick |
WHO: Aiden Derrick & Open
WHAT: Tactical team post fire being put out
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHEN: 3am Monday
RATING/STATUS: PG-13/TBD (could be a one shot)
Sunday had been a really nice, low key sort of day. He'd actually had a conversation with his brother that didn't end in an argument or hist brother pointing fingers at him. He'd managed to get something to eat and read a stupid book for fun. That was until 7:03 when he'd got word of a situation in Diagon Alley. Without even thinking he dropped everything he was doing and was dressed and out the door by 7:07 arriving to the scene.
Aiden had seen a lot of things on both the muggle and magical side of war, battles, situations, you name it. This however was breath takingly frightening. The fear wasn't for himself, or even the moment. The fear was for what this would mean moving forward, what this situation would mean for the future, for the way they conducted themselves, the safety of the world he lived in, in general.
Aiden didn't have a lot of time to really focus on that as he was pulled to the side of tactical response and organization. Aiden wanted to be on the front lines rushing in to help, but that wasn't where he was needed. He was needed to help organize the chaos and make sure people weren't running around without any idea of what to do or how to act. That was what he was there to do at that moment.
The hours that followed from that first moment, to getting the fire out, to getting the area and the neighboring buildings cleared took hours. It wasn't until 11pm that the fire was put out. It'd taken a lot of working and a lot of trying and failing to figure it out. However not long after the words appeared in the ski did the fire start to act more normal again allowing them to put it out. He'd heard the body count (lower than he was expecting) and the injury count. 7pm on Sunday wasn't a high time for traffic, but it wasn't the middle of the night either. It was still remarkable that the numbers were as low as they were. Aiden hated it when he thought that way, he really hated every second of that.
As the medical staff, the fire teams and the spectators started to go away, the tactical team was left in place to try and find as many clues as possible. He'd given a speech to the team of 10 he'd been put in charge of before dividing them into three groups and headed towards the shop directly to the left of the Quidditch store. After two hours they'd found little that would be useful, but enough that they had something to work with. Whoever was behind this was good, really good, and Aiden didn't like that.
After heading back to the set up command they'd managed to set up he was talking to his boss when he saw one of the guys nearly fall asleep. "We need to let some of these guys get some rest. They're not going to find anything if they can't focus on the task at hand." Aiden said knowing full well that making a mistake now could cost if they found something or not. "We need to set up a schedule." He said.
"We aren't muggles." Someone said to his left.
"You're correct, but we are still in need of rest." Aiden said calmly, his eyes darkening with distain for the stupid comment. "And I don't know about you, but I'd rather no one else get hurt tonight due to carelessness and lack of rest."
The conversation ended there and they set to work figuring out a logical schedule and a plan of attack. That lasted until about 3am when Aiden wandered off to get some coffee to make sure he could keep going a little longer. He'd have a counterpart coming back in two hours to allow him to get a couple hours of shut eye.