Part 2 - 2/28, Chapter 1a
"...excitement, can't you just feel it? It's the intermission between 1A and 1B of the 1st Quint and still tons of people are milling about outside, finishing up their barbeques. 10 minutes of the game has been played, folks and yet these people'd rather hang out in the parking lot. [Nik grabs a nearby fan.]
"Sir! Can you explain to the world at large [Nik points at the camera] why you're not inside but out here?"
Fan: "Uhhh... I ain't done eatin' yet."
"And there you have it, folks! There are some things more important than the Raydars. And what were you eating sir? [Nik doesn't notice that the fan has bolted] Sir?
"Ah, what's this? There's a bus... driving at a rather fast speed. Is this a publicity stunt no one told me about? What's this? [Camera pans away from Nik to show a speeding bus. Nik's voice is heard a little fainter than before, but still clear.]
"The bus seems to be heading right for that bleacher set up for the fans of fan Zingball. In fact, a game is going on right now, which is partly why there's so many peop... OH MY FRICKIN' SHON! OH GODS! [The bus crashes into a cement pillar that's one of the primary supports for the bleachers] THAT BUS WAS FULL! [Flames start to lick at the impact area; a trail of gas runs out from under the bus - the camera does a quick close-up of the gas, then pans back to show the whole scene, including panicked fans stampeding over each other to leave.]
"OH SHON! SOMEONE HELP THEM! FRICKFRICKFRICKFRICK [The fans inside the bus are bloodied and pounding at the windows. Some are halfway out by squeezing their bodies into tight openings afforded by their pounding.] NO! DON'T JUMP! [The camera swings up to see a fan 30 stories up plummeting to his death.(even Fan Zingball can attract quite a crowd - the ones who couldn't afford to go to the real game.]
"Help... someone, please, help... [The bus exploded spraying out bits of human flesh from the fans who'd been on the bus. Screams came aloud from above the explosion as the fire and smoke caught up to the plentiful remaining fans.] nononononoo.... [Plumes of black smoke rose up from the bus as the supports buckled and strained from the heat of the burning bus.]
"THE WIND! FRICK! IT'S BLOWING THE SMOKE INTO THE BLEACHERS! [Fans were trapped in the stands by the smoke. Descent slowed into a crawl.] OH Sh* .. [sobs are heard as the camera keeps steady on the entire carnage.
Raki got the call mid-bite, as usual. Franklin already had his gear ready, because he suspected as much. The timing was just uncanny. If she got hungry during a game, before she could take 10 bites, a call would come in.
They got the details on the digibrain on the way out of the garage. Bus speeding. Suspected brake trouble. Heading for Fan Zingball bleachers. Trouble. It all just added up to that. Franklin drove, so she went to the back to ready the gear. The itenerance blared its sirens as it weaved through the fans and vehicles quickly.
Franklin turned on the digivision in the cab. Nik Bloom. Sobbing. Not good. Means bus got there already. Whole force should be out for this one.
Raki only chose stuff that Franklin and she would need for people able to move. Even though she couldn't see the digivision, she could envision the scene. Two things could happen. Speeding bus could snap through smaller supports. If so, then bleachers would fall soon after. Or. Speeding bus into cement support. Raki winced. If so, explosion. Then fire. And smoke. Fire-weakened supports. Smoke-filled fans. Add up to bad rescues.
Raki wasn't sure which scenario she'd rather had. But either, rescue had to be fast. Which meant choices. She chose fast over infirm.
"Sir! Can you explain to the world at large [Nik points at the camera] why you're not inside but out here?"
Fan: "Uhhh... I ain't done eatin' yet."
"And there you have it, folks! There are some things more important than the Raydars. And what were you eating sir? [Nik doesn't notice that the fan has bolted] Sir?
"Ah, what's this? There's a bus... driving at a rather fast speed. Is this a publicity stunt no one told me about? What's this? [Camera pans away from Nik to show a speeding bus. Nik's voice is heard a little fainter than before, but still clear.]
"The bus seems to be heading right for that bleacher set up for the fans of fan Zingball. In fact, a game is going on right now, which is partly why there's so many peop... OH MY FRICKIN' SHON! OH GODS! [The bus crashes into a cement pillar that's one of the primary supports for the bleachers] THAT BUS WAS FULL! [Flames start to lick at the impact area; a trail of gas runs out from under the bus - the camera does a quick close-up of the gas, then pans back to show the whole scene, including panicked fans stampeding over each other to leave.]
"OH SHON! SOMEONE HELP THEM! FRICKFRICKFRICKFRICK [The fans inside the bus are bloodied and pounding at the windows. Some are halfway out by squeezing their bodies into tight openings afforded by their pounding.] NO! DON'T JUMP! [The camera swings up to see a fan 30 stories up plummeting to his death.(even Fan Zingball can attract quite a crowd - the ones who couldn't afford to go to the real game.]
"Help... someone, please, help... [The bus exploded spraying out bits of human flesh from the fans who'd been on the bus. Screams came aloud from above the explosion as the fire and smoke caught up to the plentiful remaining fans.] nononononoo.... [Plumes of black smoke rose up from the bus as the supports buckled and strained from the heat of the burning bus.]
"THE WIND! FRICK! IT'S BLOWING THE SMOKE INTO THE BLEACHERS! [Fans were trapped in the stands by the smoke. Descent slowed into a crawl.] OH Sh* .. [sobs are heard as the camera keeps steady on the entire carnage.
Raki got the call mid-bite, as usual. Franklin already had his gear ready, because he suspected as much. The timing was just uncanny. If she got hungry during a game, before she could take 10 bites, a call would come in.
They got the details on the digibrain on the way out of the garage. Bus speeding. Suspected brake trouble. Heading for Fan Zingball bleachers. Trouble. It all just added up to that. Franklin drove, so she went to the back to ready the gear. The itenerance blared its sirens as it weaved through the fans and vehicles quickly.
Franklin turned on the digivision in the cab. Nik Bloom. Sobbing. Not good. Means bus got there already. Whole force should be out for this one.
Raki only chose stuff that Franklin and she would need for people able to move. Even though she couldn't see the digivision, she could envision the scene. Two things could happen. Speeding bus could snap through smaller supports. If so, then bleachers would fall soon after. Or. Speeding bus into cement support. Raki winced. If so, explosion. Then fire. And smoke. Fire-weakened supports. Smoke-filled fans. Add up to bad rescues.
Raki wasn't sure which scenario she'd rather had. But either, rescue had to be fast. Which meant choices. She chose fast over infirm.
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