A gentler touch
Skylar was still furious about the disrespect she had gotten from District Attorney Sutherland and was on the com with two of her elite strike teams setting up for some major fireworks when she pulled in to the Berkley Campus visitors lot. She was just about to park when a dark haired youth of nineteen caught her eye with a wave and a smile. She softened immediately at the sight of him. Pulling the car back around she opened the passenger door for him.
"How was your interview?"
He smiled and got in the car after moving the seat back as far as it would go. "It went wonderfully mother, I start with the summer quarter next month."
"Shawn, I really wish you would reconsider. The schools in Europe are so much better and you could fly home on weekends."
"I want to get to know about my native country, is that so terrible? And besides you have always told me to strive for the best. I think this is it."
"I don’t like the idea of you being in the United States. If something were to go wrong I can’t protect you here."
"I’ll be fine mom. Now, lets talk about you not blowing up anything else here."
Skylar chuckled and pulled away from the curb. "All right. I never could say no to you." She stroked his long black hair away from his face. "Why do you have to look so much like your father."
"Why can’t I meet him mother? Is he so terrible?"
"He’s dead. He was one of Bad Company and you know what they were. Its bad enough that I gave you his last name."
"How did he die?"
"He was shot in the chest at a place called Moon’s bar here in Los Angeles by a police officer named Mckenna."
The rest of the drive to the airport was quiet, after clearing the security gate they got out of the car.
"Shawn go ahead and board I have to check on a few things before I join you."
The two parted with one walking toward the plane and the other toward the flight control tower when the private plane was ripped apart by a massive explosion. Skylar was knocked to the ground by the force of the concussion wave but unfortunately for her son, he was nearly to the ramp. His limp body lay only a few feet away from its original location by the car.
Raising her head to see what the hell had happened all she saw before passing out was his unmoving body lying by the car. "SHAWN……"
Paramedics
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(6/22/02 6:48 pm) Reply
Medical aid
Ambulances rolled away from the airport lights blazing and sirens blaring. Over head medivac helicopters where also enroute toward the hospital. Since none of the passengers were conscious wallets were checked for identification and any possible medical conditions. In radio contact with the emergency room medical records would be ready when the patences arrived. At least two of the injured where headed for emergency surgery Shawn Adam Ghosthorse, age 19 of Marseilles, France and Skylar Ann Neil. Ghosthorse was in cardiac arrest and Neil in sever respiratory distress. At the time of their arrival nine of the others had been pronounced DOA.
Recovery
Out of surgery and in intensive care Skylar woke to find herself surrounded by personal. That in itself wasn't unusual but their nature was. Trying to gain the attention of one of the nurses she raise her hand to see an assortment of tubes. What the hell was wrong why did it take so much effort to move or speak? It was then that she recalled the explosion. When the nurse approached her she grabbed the front of her uniform and pulled her close. "Get the police... Elisabeth was on that plane.."
Sam Beckett
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(7/4/02 8:30 am) Reply
Not so fast...
"Take it easy, you'll undo all my handiwork if you start popping stitches..." Sam smiled down at his patient, his fingertips immediately going to her wrist as he checked her pulse.
"You also don't want to be pulling these tubes out. Having them put back in is worse than having them there in the first place."
Snails move faster....
“What have you done? Where is my son? How many dead and injured? Has Elisabeth been located?” She had so many question, wanted so many answers. But there seemed to be a heaviness about her that made even breathing a huge undertaking. The need to sleep was over powering all else. The only question she did manage to ask was “Why?”
Sam Beckett
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(7/5/02 6:50 pm) Reply
Doctor's Orders
"Calm down, you're not going to do yourself or anyone else any good if you send yourself into respiratory distress." Sam watched the monitors, then laid her hand on her chest, patting it gently.
"There are others being treated, an investigation is still under way. In the meantime you need as little stress as possible," Sam looked at her sternly, "and rest."
Desperation
"Please,..." she rested her hand on his arm. "...my son...Shawn
..is he going to be all right?" those sapphire eyes held the depths of her desperation and pain "He is my .....he’s all I have that is good."
Sam Beckett
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(7/6/02 6:22 am) Reply
Listed
"Shawn Neil... I don't think we had him come in, but he could have been routed to Saint Tristan's. I'll check for you. Now, you need to rest, or you are't going to do him or anyone else any good." Sam checked her pupillary reactions then nodded to a passing tech who was going to retrieve the current set of Xrays.
"Just so you know, the NTSB and the manufacturer are investigating the incident. They'll let you know when they do."
Correction
"Not Neil..Ghosthorse, his name is Shawn Ghosthorse." Her hand returned to her side as sleep once again decended on her. "nothing like his father..."
Defenseless
Resting but awake Skylar contemplated her situation and she didn’t like it one damn bit. She was completely in the dark as to what was going on. Since she was in intensive care her normal mode of communication with her people was cut off, not that she knew who had survived the blast. She had overheard the nurses and technicians talking when they assumed she was still asleep. Casualties were high, over half of her teams were wiped out by the initial explosion. Of the injured that were brought to this hospital again over half had succumb to their injuries and were now deceased. Only one percent of her entire forces had managed to escape injury and were reported as missing. For herself, Skylar knew she was in trouble. The heaviness in her chest was refusing to fade and taking anything but shallow breaths hurt like hell. The small green tube that fed her oxygen annoyed her but to remove it left her gasping for air. The duty nurse was quick to replace it. She still hadn’t heard if Shawn had survived or not, nor had anyone said anything about Elisabeth being located, although she wasn’t listed among the dead as far as Skylar knew. Who ever or what ever had caused that explosion had quite effectively crippled her operations. Privately she had a hunch as to who but the how bothered her, Cricket was as helpless as she was now but who the hell else would want her out of the way? All she could do now was wait for the next move.
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