Beeeep! Beeeep! Beeeep! The loud alarm filled the dark, silent room. Eyes flashing open in an instant. The rush, the adrenaline, pumping through my body like a drug. Jumping out of bed, stumbling to find the pager, my shirt and car keys. Kicking my foot on the desk as I rush to get out the door. I manage to take a glance at your clock, but I can’t let my eyes adjust, I think I see 2:17am, that doesn’t matter; it’s just a time. I need to go. I need to go now. I make your way through the hallway, running, everyone else is still asleep… but surely they would be use to this by now. Do I have my phone? Do I have my wallet? Thoughts running through my head, it doesn’t even matter in the end. Besides, I won’t need them… hopefully. Pushing my way …show more content…
The seatbelt alarm is ringing. I don’t have time to muck around with my seat belt. I need to get to the station. What could it be? How long will I be away for? Could it be a car crash? House fire? Bushfire? The adrenaline pumping through my body harder than ever now. My heart is pumping rapidly and I’m short of breath. The sound of the engine revving more than usual is at it’s limits as I speed through the side streets. It’s okay, no other cars will be around this time of morning. I don’t often drive this fast. But I need to. I need to get to the station. There’s Damian’s car, speeding through to turn onto the same street as me, behind me. He mist be going on this call too. There’s the station. There’s only one car that has beaten me …show more content…
Hearing the car skid forward slightly as I slam on my brake. I’m here. Car stopped and engine off. I jump out. Damian is speeding up and parking beside me. He jumps out too. I open the back of the car, grabbing my yellow pants and chucking them on. Boots to follow quickly. With laces undone, pants unbuckled and unzipped. Slamming the boot close and fumbling with my keys to lock the car. Two bright flashes of orange, I’ll take that as it’s locked but I won’t check. I don’t have time. Running through to the station, I need to sort myself out before I get to the truck. Jim is in the station already, he has just put down the phone. “What’s the call”? I ask, trying to catch my breath. “Get your gear” He replies sternly. This is going to be a long