# Reborn (2)

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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...

In the field, First Sergeant Tomas Blake, abandoned the radio transmission that developed with the Operational Commander. He looked at the four remaining elements that made up his team and told them;

"Friends, this is going to shit with the Operational Commander's fool. Anyone who wants out can do it! I fully understand if you do. As for me, there is a lot of work here to do, and he is not a son of a bitch of a politician who never wore a Nomex, who will force me to abandon my comrades and these people whom I swore to rescue and protect.

- I will, my First Sergeant.

- I also stay.

- You can count on me.

- My First Sergeant, I also made that oath.

On the radio echoed the voice of Commander Alan Sunday who was insistently calling First Sergeant Tomas Blake. The work on the ground was unfolding, always under the risk of overthrows or the existence of another explosive device. For two hours the First Sergeant Tomas Blake's team was the only one who remained in the scene, rescuing victims and transporting them to the periphery of the security perimeter, where other lifeguards followed up and guided, while the one team of the 35th Company continued to their journey, disrespecting the order of evacuation and withdrawal ordered by the Operational Commander, Alan Sunday. He ordered Blake to be detained by the Metropolitan Police, an order blocked by the Mayor of the London House.

One of the rescued was firefighter Mark Simpson, team B of 35th Company, firefighter John Matheus of the same team. The second man could not stand the serious injuries, and he died in the hospital.

Two and a half hours after the withdrawal order, rescue and rescue teams were allowed to re-enter the theater of operations. The day was of huge bustle and work. The deaths were hundreds, as were the missing. London hospitals were filled with injuries, with some units in a state of collapse.

The clock ticked at 6:36 p.m. when the rescue workers were finally able to get safely inside the carriage that was under the projected composition. The shoring work of the composition that had been suspended had been lengthy and meticulous. The use of de-curing equipment had been varied, cautious and slow, sometimes decarceration shears had been used, and sometimes torches had been used. Support pads and thermal support plates were placed.

When at the end of more than nine o'clock, after the third burst, it had fallen on London, they were able to rescue the interior of the carriage. The picture that awaited them was demolishing. Mortal victims, many mutilated victims, without arms or legs, chaos.

From flashlight in hand, First Sergeant Tomas Blake pointed in all directions, trying to perceive the intensity of the catastrophe. Two and a half hours was the time it took to remove the dead and wounded.

About seven o'clock, when they were preparing to end the rescue and rescue operation in the carriage, and when everyone had already left the interior of the carriage, and only there, Tomas Blake, in a last evaluation of the place, heard the cry of a baby. It was a very soft cry, tenuous, but it awakened in itself a quantity of chain feelings. Then he did not listen again.

«Did I listen badly?» - he thought.

Suddenly, as he listened to the audition, trying to ignore the noise that was going on outside the carriage, he heard a baby cry again. He tried to figure out where he was coming from, and with some difficulty he noted that it originated at the end of the carriage, opposite the one he was in.

In a moment of great agility she jumped to the outside of the carriage and shouted at her team;

- Guys ... we have a baby to save.

The four operatives soon rushed into the carriage and everyone tried to figure out where exactly the sound came from. It was past zero when the team, with the support of three more teams, managed to get into the toilet compartment of that carriage and found a woman and two newborns. With enormous difficulty and the help of two doctors who went to the place, the twins were separated from the mother and the three were sent to the hospital.

The clock ticked at four o'clock in the morning when the 35th Company's A team, led by First Sergeant Tomas Blake, left the theater. Tired and emotionally exhausted, they were intercepted by Commander Alan Sunday near one of the camp hospitals. Tomas, standing face-to-face with him, looked him in the eye. In an imperative tone, Sunday told him in a haughty voice, so that everyone around him could hear;

- When I say it's to withdraw, it's to withdraw! Heard? - he looked around, continuing. - Be aware that you're going to be disciplined, just like your entire team.

Not answering, initially, Tomas looked at his men and then delivered a powerful punch in the face of Alan Sunday, causing it to project on the ground. He came to him and, holding him by the knot of his tie, told him in a calm tone;

- No son of a bitch, no politician, can scream at me, or order me to put my comrades or citizens to death. - releasing him then, leaving him with a look of fear on his face.

Later, Alan Sunday filed a disciplinary case against Tomas Blake, suspending him from office. But once all London firefighters have stripped their helmets, the disciplinary proceedings were dismissed, with no consequences, and politician Alan Sunday removed from London political life.

Tomas Blake and the whole team were graced for saving enough lives, including Caroline and her newborn twins.

Miguel Branco - London 8:39