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longer sink his teeth into the man but he maintains his grip. Luke’s efforts result in dragging the passenger from the car.
    At this point the rescuers only want to quell the action. They rush the man, impaled or not, and take him to the ground. The injection doesn’t even faze him, another dose is drawn to no effect.
    “Fucker must be on PCP!” Callahan spits. They all hold the man to the ground, trying to keep their hands away from the bloody, gnashing jaws trying to bite them. “Or bath salts.”
    “Bring that stretcher!” the injured medic orders Murphy. “All we can do is strap him down and get him to Mercy.”
    The man writhes against them on the pavement, the bottle in his chest gurgles with fat bubbles as the contents drain into his chest cavity. He’s lifted onto the stretcher and put into four-point restraints. All the rescuers can do is step back, exhausted over the ordeal, and watch the man continue his attempts at getting them.
    “Why isn’t there another bus here?” Luke asks, hot in his suit.
    “They’re busy,” the bitten medic wraps his wound, he knows he’ll have to get it looked at when he gets to the Emergency Room. Human bites are especially nasty. “There’s a lot going on tonight, you’d think it was a full moon.”
    “Murphy, cut that guy loose,” Callahan tells his young partner. “We know where to find him if we need him. I’m thinking the fault lies with Hannibal here and his friend.”
    The berserk man and the two dead on arrivals are loaded into the back of the ambulance. Luke talks the medics into letting him drive their rig so the bite can be looked at and cleaned thoroughly. He bids farewell to his old friend before heading to Mercy General Hospital, it feels good to be back on the job so-to-speak. And, this will also give him a chance to check in on his daughter.

10
     
    “Rocky, wake up!” the words fail to penetrate the deep alcohol induced slumber, as does the high pitched chirp of the fire alarm. “There’s a fire!”
    Killer B slaps her friend’s cheek repeatedly, too tenderly at first to arouse any awareness. Her fear helps her summon the courage to land one sharp strike that causes Rocky to sit up in bed. She’s too out of it to be mad, and about to check out from consciousness once again. Killer B shakes her shoulders. “Rocky! There is a fire in the hotel! We have to go!”
    “’Kay,” the woman slurs. “Get momma her medicine, wouldja, KB?”
    Killer B groans, she should have known to go to Rocky’s purse first, that she would need her ‘medicine’ to be able to function. The frantic girl unwraps the fruity hard candies and places them into Rocky’s mouth.
    “Hmm,” Rocky hums as she savors the sugary cubes, working them around her mouth with her tongue. She learned long ago that the trick to speedy sobriety, if only for the fleeting few moments she has the candy in her mouth, is sugar. She tricks her body into using the sugar as fuel rather than the alcohol that still floods her bloodstream, allowing her oxygen starved brain to get a breath of fresh air. “Let’s do this.”
    Rocky follows Killer B to the door where people are stampeding past in a hurry, the ladies need to time their entry into the current of bodies. Rocky’s eyes scan all around looking for her teammates. She snatches them from the herd to bring them close as she sees them, taking a mental role call she knows she’s missing a few. Most teams in the league have ten to twelve girls, it’s easier to market calendars and other merchandise with more pretty faces and toned bodies. Man’s Ruin has only the bare minimum needed to play, five on the track and one alternate, with Rocky slated to be riding the bench next season they will need to find a new girl.
    “Shit! Jan!” Rocky exclaims when she sees one of her girls sitting against the wall as people rudely trample past her.
    Rocky forces her way through the rushing crowd to get to her teammate. She treats them as she