Who: Herk What: Uh oh Where: Old building in Miami's bad neighborhoods When: Early morning of Monday, May 18th Warnings: Boom.
The call wasn't a surprise for Teddy anymore; maybe it was just part of his system, his blood, now to wake up instantly when he heard his phone ring in the middle of the dark.
The call was an emergency; they needed extra officers to help secure a building that was on fire in an apartment building. It had been abandoned for ages, but drug dealers didn't look for luxury when they wanted to hide their stash. But apparently another idiot had joined their ranks, just stupid enough to blow the place up. Now the place was in flames, and not only was evidence for a huge meth ring about to literally go up in smoke, but neighbors had reported hearing screams inside the building.
So they had two problems. One, to protect the evidence inside that would possibly throw a whole lot of bad men in jail. And two, prevent the bad men from burning to death inside.
Teddy sighed as he put on his fire suit and prepared to enter the building as the fire began to rage. Even stupid people needed a hero.
He went in with Seargent Naomi and Tim, the two of them taking the upper stairs while he took the lower. He didn't need a partner, the whole force knew this well. Teddy Pullman could take care of himself. But as he lowered down into the ground, the darkness and stench reminding him of his descent into his uncle's palace grounds, he couldn't help but wish he'd had Jason and his old crew backing him up once again. The scent of drugs was so heavy in the air, even the burning wood and metal above him couldn't cover it as he turned his flashlight on. It immediately revealed the huge mass of temporary and permanent drug projects. The god frowned with disgust and began to head back up. If he could seal the room, perhaps it'd be safe from the burning up stairs...
Suddenly, he could hear something behind him. A change in the air, the heavy sound of a man's desperate breaths. With practiced speed, he turned around and grabbed the little Cuban man by the throat before his attacker could strike him. Suddenly finding himself being strangled up in the air, the addict dropped his weapon, a rusted and broken metal pipe. "Not..."
"It's awful stupid to attack someone who's gonna rescue ya," Teddy said with an irritated sigh, releasing his hold. A little. Absolute morons, the lot of them. "Come along. And remember the golden rules; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of--"
Teddy paused, and struggled to hear over the man's labored breathing. What was that sound? It sounded like...
Like...
The Cuban man grinned. "Not yours," he said with a maniacal grin, his meth-addled brain giving him peace even in his last moments as he too listened to the burning fuse of the crude, homemade bomb hidden under one of the tables.
The god tossed him aside and lunged for the bomb. He had just enough time to wonder what Alana would think if he died right before her party. He had to--
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The officers outside were knocked to the ground with the force of the explosion. And then they had to watch in horror from the ground as the building began to collapse, too old to sustain such an injury. They counted their lucky later as they began to sift through the burned rubble and discovered two of their own, mercifully saved by a desk that had collapsed over top of them. But the search continued for the last one.
Nothing was found.
Summary: Teddy is called out to an emergency, but it doesn't go nearly as planned.