X-ray Chapter 4, part 2

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Sara’s side of the bed was empty when he woke up. He stumbled out to the bathroom, tripping over Mynx as he did so, and emerged several minutes later, clean and shaved if not awake and energetic. Coffee, breakfast, and the walk to the car. Five minutes on local roads, half an hour on the BQE, several more minutes on local streets, and he pulled in to park, putting the car by the Fire Department Personnel Only sign again. He left a handwritten note in the dashboard to the effect that he was fire department personnel. At the station Lieutenant Squadron provided him with a key to the door, a real parking pass (Ian used it to replace his note, which he had little faith in) and took the parking ticket exchange, promising to take care of it.

Lieutenant Squadron also explained how the change of tour was supposed to work, with the change of radios, keys, and narcotics, and assigned him a locker. "Most of the medics come in in civilian clothes and change here." And he gave the general tour of the building: main office, closet, Captain's office, break room, Lieutenant Squadron's office, women's and men's locker rooms, garage, BLS supply, ALS supply; the last two being the glassed-in rooms Ian had seen yesterday. Only handful of rooms, Ian thought, but he makes it seem like a maze.

As he stood there, contemplating the hyperactive lieutenant, a tired looking paramedic approached him. "You're Steele?" The woman asked.

Ian read her name tag, which said Green. "Just like your eyes," he said, instantly regretting it. "Yes, I'm Steele. Ian Steele," he admitted.

"Here's your radio, here's your keys, and narcs'll be at the desk."

She walked off, and Ian ruminated on what had been his introduction to her. Only the second day and he’d already insulted someone.

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