Post by Tommy Leibermen on Jul 27, 2021 1:29:07 GMT
Tommy tried to remember but from the angle they’d been at it was hard to tell. He glanced over his shoulder and looked down the hallway towards that corner and the stare well beyond. “I couldn’t tell from the angle I was at but-“ it donned on him her ghost comment then, his eyes widened before he looked back to Carter. “The Morgue, I think he’s taking her to the Morgue, she made a comment about ghosts.” He explained quickly while Carter put his blue tooth in and and he quickly dug his phone out of his pocket to answer it.
For once, Tommy wasn’t going to argue with Carter. Of the two of them, he was the more able man. Besides, Tommy liked Dr. Fields. She was a nice lady and would need a SEAL, not a cop to come to her rescue. “You got it.” Tommy said starting to wheel himself forward when he remembered something. “Ah, Carter wait!” Tommy called, turning back around as he started groping the many pockets to his cargo pants. When he found the pocket he wanted he quickly stuck his hand in and pulled out an object before tossing it to Carter. If Carter caught it he’d find it was a folded knife, with the blade about 3 ½ inches long if he opened it. Something you usually took hiking with you, and something that was certainly not allowed in a hospital, but Tommy was always prepared for nearly anything.
Besides, the guns were left at home, and Tommy didn’t want Carter completely weaponless. “Sorry your bringing a knife to a gun fight, but it’s better then nothin.” He said with a quick grin before he was racing to that nurses station. Moving the office chair out of his way, he slid over to check the stairwell cams and placed his phone between his ear and shoulder. Holding it in place.
He clicked through several cams before he spotted Erin and the shooter. “Can confirm they’re going down, it looks like they’re nearly at the basement.” Tommy told Carter quickly. The ER was on the ground floor so there wasn’t that long of a trek down the stairs if they were in fact going where he thought they were.
Tommy quickly moved cameras to the morgue and could see a few people milling about and he was grabbing that pack of skittles and throwing it at the nearest person to get their attention while still trying to give Reid instructions. “Ouch! What was that for? You can’t be behind there!” One of the nurses started yelling at him and he shot her a quick glare. “Shut up and listen to me,” he said waiving another packet of skittles at her in a threatening manner. “I’m a police officer, it’s been cleared with your boss, call the morgue right now and tell everyone down there to get in a room they can lock.” He snapped at her. She sputtered at him, but Tommy wasn’t having it, as he pulled Reid away from his ear. “You tell them not to open that door for anyone unless they identify as an Officer Carter Reid, you understand?” It seemed to register with the nurse just how serious Tommy was being and that the shooter might actually be down there. “Hurry up, go!” He told her again, and she moved towards one of the desk phones.
“Okay, I’m trying to limit your contact with civilians, they’re calling the morgue to get everyone in locked rooms.” He relayed to Carter even though he’d probably told him. “When you get to the floor, they went right.” He directed. Wedging the phone between his ear again as he opened that skittles packet he had in is hand and popped a few pieces of candy into his mouth.
For once, Tommy wasn’t going to argue with Carter. Of the two of them, he was the more able man. Besides, Tommy liked Dr. Fields. She was a nice lady and would need a SEAL, not a cop to come to her rescue. “You got it.” Tommy said starting to wheel himself forward when he remembered something. “Ah, Carter wait!” Tommy called, turning back around as he started groping the many pockets to his cargo pants. When he found the pocket he wanted he quickly stuck his hand in and pulled out an object before tossing it to Carter. If Carter caught it he’d find it was a folded knife, with the blade about 3 ½ inches long if he opened it. Something you usually took hiking with you, and something that was certainly not allowed in a hospital, but Tommy was always prepared for nearly anything.
Besides, the guns were left at home, and Tommy didn’t want Carter completely weaponless. “Sorry your bringing a knife to a gun fight, but it’s better then nothin.” He said with a quick grin before he was racing to that nurses station. Moving the office chair out of his way, he slid over to check the stairwell cams and placed his phone between his ear and shoulder. Holding it in place.
He clicked through several cams before he spotted Erin and the shooter. “Can confirm they’re going down, it looks like they’re nearly at the basement.” Tommy told Carter quickly. The ER was on the ground floor so there wasn’t that long of a trek down the stairs if they were in fact going where he thought they were.
Tommy quickly moved cameras to the morgue and could see a few people milling about and he was grabbing that pack of skittles and throwing it at the nearest person to get their attention while still trying to give Reid instructions. “Ouch! What was that for? You can’t be behind there!” One of the nurses started yelling at him and he shot her a quick glare. “Shut up and listen to me,” he said waiving another packet of skittles at her in a threatening manner. “I’m a police officer, it’s been cleared with your boss, call the morgue right now and tell everyone down there to get in a room they can lock.” He snapped at her. She sputtered at him, but Tommy wasn’t having it, as he pulled Reid away from his ear. “You tell them not to open that door for anyone unless they identify as an Officer Carter Reid, you understand?” It seemed to register with the nurse just how serious Tommy was being and that the shooter might actually be down there. “Hurry up, go!” He told her again, and she moved towards one of the desk phones.
“Okay, I’m trying to limit your contact with civilians, they’re calling the morgue to get everyone in locked rooms.” He relayed to Carter even though he’d probably told him. “When you get to the floor, they went right.” He directed. Wedging the phone between his ear again as he opened that skittles packet he had in is hand and popped a few pieces of candy into his mouth.