# Reborn (1)

The train was approaching the last corner, the one that anticipated the entrance into the seventy-meter straight, from St. Pancras Station. Caroline felt a sudden need to move to the toilet. He thought, "When you get off the train, you go." But he remembered immediately what his observer had told him days before. "With this time of gestation, it is no longer the head that commands us when we feel like going to But the body. "


She looked at the panel on one of the walls of the train; The clock ticked at 8:38. She knew there was one minute left for the train to go to, and then she would only resume the march five minutes later. She had about six minutes to release the urinary squeeze that bothered her.
Stood up.
She almost dragged herself over the two rows of benches that separated her from the place where she was sitting, from the toilet.
Came in.
Moments later she felt the train stagger. It was five minutes before the train resumed its march.

After the third explosion, the task of rescue and rescue teams had become more complex; In addition to the damage caused by the first two activated explosives, the third one made the site more fragile, it had reached the first rescue teams sent to St. Pancras Station, causing considerable casualties and left doubt about the existence of others Explosives.

Although some emergency crews had entered the area of ​​the attack, others remained outside the perimeter of security, creating that same perimeter of security. The structure of St. Pancras Station was quite destroyed, unstable and in a state of ruin. The accesses to the tunnel of the Metropolitano were, one completely obstructed and the other partially covered by the rubble. The compositions of the trains that were in the terminal of St. Pancras, were destroyed enough; two of them were overlapping, being in a state of oscillation, conditioning the action of the firemen and other relief teams.

The hustle and bustle was enormous, and no matter how much effort was involved, after the third explosion, the organization of the media on the ground had become extremely complex and difficult to coordinate. There were indications and counter-indications of how to act, lack of operational means and relocation of human and material resources in the theater of operations. Attempts were made to remove the greatest number of victims from the scene, but at each step the catastrophe was increasingly atrocious.

At the center of the attacks the movement was enormous. The noise was deafening, with cries of pain and anguish from the survivors of the terrorist attack, victims, many of them in a serious condition, cries of anger and despair, of who occurred at the scene and managed not to be withdrawn by the police authorities present, sounds of several cellphones playing without ceasing, the property of many of those who could no longer answer, the noise of the engines of the rescue and rescue teams, the communications of the high-end radios, the sirens of the arriving and leaving vehicles, the calls.

One team started the shortening of the composition that was in unbalance on another. From the interior there were screams of dread from some of the passengers, many of whom would later be noticed, imprisoned in the pews.

At the northern entrance to the Metropolitan gallery, a team tried to secure a corridor connecting the interior. Suddenly, in the channels of communication of the rescue teams, the order of immediate evacuation arises. The London Civil Protection Commander, politician Alan Sunday, radioed all units to leave the theater on suspicion of another explosive device. Reported that as long as the brigades of mines and traps of the Metropolitan Police did not give the green light to return to the ground, that all operatives involved in the rescue, should leave the nerve center of events.

- Commander, sir?
 ...rrr rr rrr
- Who's calling? I hear you! - said Commander Alan Sunday, leaving the static of the broadcast open.
...rrr rr rrr
- First Sergeant Tomas Blake! He informed her.
...rrr rr rrr
- Say, First Sergeant Blake!
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- Sir, back now was to deliver hundreds of wounded here to death.
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- First Sergeant, orders are to withdraw.
...rrr rr rrr
- Commander, we are at the moment assisting a comrade. Let's immobilize him and evacuate him.
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- Evacuate immediately! The tone was authority.
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- Sir, I'm sorry, but a lot of people here need help!"
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- First Sergeant, evacuate your team! -... rrr ... rrr ... rrr ... - Mr. First Sergeant, are you listening? ..rrr...rrr...rrr... - on the radio you could only hear the static of the transmission - Mr. First Sergeant Blake, leave the operations center with your team and report immediately to the Operational Command. - rrr...rrr...rrr...

(to be continued)