“MedEvac Nine-nine, McKinley Dispatch, receiving?”
“Medevac Nine-nine receiving, go ahead.”
“Medevac Nine-nine you are tasked to the Helos mining asteroid, patient is a four-three-female with head, chest and abdo injuries. Patient is reportedly still trapped by a heavy loader, conscious and breathing but deteriorating. FRS will follow shortly. Uploading flight package data now, detail two-four-zero-zero, tasked to you at eighteen-fifty-seven zulu.”
“Thank you McKinley, flight package laid in and confirmed, all details received. ETA is… three jumps and four minutes flight time.”
“Thank you Medevac nine-nine, safe journey. McKinley out.”
“Three minutes. Three bloody minutes to clocking off.”
“I swear they do it deliberately. All right, Beckie, punch it. Let’s make this one quick, I have a lukewarm shower and microwave dinner waiting.”
“That’s what I love about working with you, Matt. Full of class and style. My hero!”
“Style my arse. And I’m not a hero. I’m just someone who knows what they’re doing. Well, most of the time…”
