38 Enroute to Williaims Park 8 52 PM

“Chopper to channel four.” The Motorola radio in the dashboard blared.

“Go ahead, Chopper.” Came the female voice of a dispatcher. Alex could see the chopper in the air from where he was. He was making up road as quickly as he could.

“Ma’am I have what I believe to be the heat signatures of three humans, Maple Lodge Shelter, where are the responding units?”

“S30, ETA is 5 minutes.”

“Thirty three, 7 minutes”

“Thirty five, 8 minutes.”

“Uh, We think one of the signatures may have a thirty three...” The observer said, “Suggest you guys step on it.”

“L4, Light ‘er up guys,” came the Lieutenant’s voice. “Radio, start two more units and mark me enroute, also, hold the air.” Alex reached down and flicked his beacons on, and put the petal to the floor.