Inferno (Open/Stephen)

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

Time: 1309hrs (1:09pm)
Conditions: Sunny & Breezy
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Lieutenant Brentwood unarguably left the briefing room, as his higher commanding authority gave him a good thrashing on upcoming events, due to the Allied Advancements north of Normandy, France. Himself and a few of his ‘squadies’ are to sub come to irrational orders, to be thrown into combat immediately, but the Lieutenant couldn’t argue, he’d been sitting around on his larry for a month or two already, himself and his men needed the exercise in combat -- but Liam just felt his men weren’t ready, they had little training to start with.

Giving a full hardy sigh, Liam’s tough worn boots clunked against the grain of the makeshift tarmac, feeling the early afternoon breeze sweep between his limps and beat against his hard Braun chest. “Bloody toffs, telling me what to do…” he grumbled to himself somewhat quietly, all muddled up in his own thoughts, rather than paying much attention to his surroundings. He’d been in the camp long enough to know each bend, corner and pathway, that he’d resided himself to marching around without much interest in looking where he was going -- ironically, it caused more bruises than anything else.

The Lieutenant’s uniform softly hindered to the breeze, as he continued his walk, primarily towards the barracks general direction, ready to deliver the bad news to his awaiting men, most likely playing cards and sharing home photos - the thought brought a short lived smile to his lips, as the Lieutenant abruptly stopped, on the un-occasional sound of screeching grabbed his attention.

A military jeep had it’s breaks clutching the tires, almost swinging and buckling out of control towards an exchange of crates and barrels containing supplies for the barracks. The noise was enormous as the metal structured vehicle rammed into their supplies, sending rations and wooden splinters flying amongst the midst of the breezy air, before the Jeep halted to a stop, dented inwards against the fuel barrels that began to seep the pungent flammable liquid of petrol. “Oh Shi--”[/b] the Lieutenant automatically slipped out from the lisp of his tongue, before pushing off the heels of his boots to run towards the wreck, hearing cries and shouts from fellow soldiers in the camp doing the same, knowing at any moment, a raging inferno could have their camp set alight - let alone any wounded from the accidental crash developing before their eyes.

[Stephen Colly]

Stephen had been the one driving, bad idea....

It had all started well, him and a fellow conrade had been driving to the camp after collecting more supplies for the said camp. They had driven along nice and calmly, letting the sun sink into their tired bodies when suddenly, with out warning the jeep had started to spin out of control just as they had reached the gates of the camp.
They arrived in the camp, out of control, the sterring wheel going mental as they lost complete control, Stephen's conrade had chucked himself out of the jeep, resulting in killing himself as the jeep was going fast towards...supplies...

Stephen shut his eyes and waited til he felt the impact of the jeep into the supplies, he had covered his head with his arms. The jeep slowed, immedatly, Stephen knew something was wrong, but his head was spinning and he couldn't move his right left.
He was trapped in the vechele.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

Twisting his body a little, the Lieutenant beckoned his arm towards on-coming soldiers, running towards the scene. “C’mon you sorry lot! Hurry! And for crying out loud, get those sand buckets, just incase…” but the Lieutenant was soon cut-short of his cry for help, as one of the soldier’s pointed and shouted from the pit of their lungs “Fireee!”[/b] inevitably contributing to the Lieutenant’s cry out-loud for the sand buckets, anti flammable gear in the camp.

Needless to waste anymore breath, the Lieutenant sharply turned towards the unfolding disaster, watching as small to mid-length flames licked at the side of the jeep’s heavy metal interior, coiling from out of the engine - he knew it wouldn’t be long until the fuel caught it’s attention, which could drastically have the camp in ruins in no time. “Hurry with those sand-buckets!!!” he lastly cried out towards the panicking soldiers, before rushing closer to the unfolding scene before them.

Grasping as his red beret, the Lieutenant used it to press against his mouth and nose, lingering forwards towards the back of the jeep, feeling the hot radiant heat nearby turn his soft rugged skin a gentle pink, already feeling flustered and hot from the collaborating flames licking at the jeep. “Oi, lad, can you hear me!?” the Lieutenant shouted some towards the boy in the front seat, not really able to get to him properly, as stacks of crates littered amongst the jeep and flicking twilights of flames coiling nearby had the Lieutenant stubbed to stay where he was.

The fellow soldiers tried to get as close as the Lieutenant was, but panic struck, most of them stayed back and surveyed the situation, shouting at one another for more help, before hollering towards the Lieutenant to get back… Needless to say the least, the Lieutenant was stubborn and stood his ground, clasping the red beret against his face tightly, trying not to become subdued to the thick black smoke, whilst he began to dig and toss crates from out of his path. “Soldier! Stay with me!” he cried out a little more, feeling somewhat helpless as no one else approached to help him, but rather wait for the anti-flammable gear…

[Stephen Colly]

The smoke was becoming thicker and thicker by the second.
Stephen started to cough more and more as the smoke came into his lungs, his right leg felt numb, numb as ever. He thought it was broken, it felt painful.

He heard shouts, panicking soldiers and then the nearer, different and deeper voice of someone close by.
Coughing, Stephen looked up, and saw the face of Lieutenant Brentwood, the kind face of the man who would...hopefully save him.

Soldier! Stay with me!

Stephen heard the voice, far off it seemed, but in reality it was near by.
He tried to heave himself out of the flamming jeep, but it wasn't working, he slumped back down, breathing heavely.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

Gritting his teeth, the Lieutenant bit into the beret that was once clasped against his face with his rugged hand, needing both of his stern arms to try and move all the cascading material in his way. Heaving each crate out of the way, the Lieutenant tossed it aside, perhaps causing more mess than there was originally -- but a life was at stake, infact, the whole barracks was at stake if they didn’t get the fire under control anytime soon. It was incidents like these, that had the whole place roaming with fire in no time…

Finally wedging his body into he jeep a little more, the Lieutenant looked upon the young boy at arm’s length, grabbing the beret that was clenched between his teeth to cover the boy’s mouth and nose. “Alright lad, try and hold this against your face and breath through it…” the Lieutenant said sternly, getting a mouthful of smoke as he spoke, unleashing a full hardy cough from the pit of his lungs, before looking around the interior of the jeep the boy was stuck in, not seeing anyone else.

The door was clunked shut firmly, stuck from all the stock piled crates against the side of the jeep, leaving the Lieutenant hanging in over the passenger side to and help the soldier. “Can you move lad? I need you try and…” but the officer gave another hard cough as the thick smoke only accumulated all the more around them. “… I need you to try and get over to me” he eventually said, between rugged breaths, trying his best to talk to the soldier, let along try and get him out -- but the Lieutenant was too far to drag the boy free, he needed the youngster to close that distance gap a little, at least by reaching over.

As the Lieutenant kept calm and by the side of the jeep, he couldn’t help but hear the panic stricken soldiers around them shout towards the Lieutenant, begging him to draw back, as the blaze around the Engine only got worse. Flames beginning to reach into the vehicle at points, causing the Lieutenant to withdraw his body a little, before leaning back in again, trying his hardest to reach the soldier and stay by his side. “C’mon lad, you’ve got the strength!” the Lieutenant said quite hard, before feeling his head become a little woozy from the smoke, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stay there much longer without passing out from lack of oxygen.

[Stephen Colly]

The air around was thick, Stephen felt his own chest heaving in and out, coughing.
As he drew breath, he heard the deep voice of the Lieutenant speak again.

“Alright lad, try and hold this against your face and breath through it…”

A peice of something was covered over Stephen's mouth, he quickly lifted his hand to the cloth and pushed down, breathing quickly, the air becoming less thick.

“Can you move lad? I need you try and…” Brentwood coughed then contuined. “… I need you to try and get over to me”.

Stephen heard the soldiers far off, he needed, if he wanted to live to get out of the vehicle, using his remaining strength, he reached out, coughing hard towards the Leiutenant, he felt his hands touch the hot skin of the older man, hearing the man speak again, he gritted his teeth and shifted his whole body towards the figure, he let out another yell as his injured leg hit the seat.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

Grunting a little, the Lieutenant leaned into the baking hot vehicle even more, his waist strutting against the rugged edge of the metal framed door, whilst his stern legs raised somewhat to allow him leverage in reaching further inside towards the Soldier’s plea in helping the Lieutenant reach him better. “That’s it boy…” the Lieutenant said calmly between needy gasps of air, unable to take much more of the heated smoke that vacuumed into the vehicle, needlessly blowing straight into their paths.

Coiling his thick slender fingers around the soldier’s arms and torso roughly, the Lieutenant let out further hard grunt, swinging his body back a little to try and drag the soldier free from the wreck, as the Lieutenant felt his body escape the cavern of the smouldering jeep, before kicking his leg forwards against the embanked trapped door to push against and hoist the young boy out from the pocket sized window he was leaning in through.

Light headed and losing strength fast, the Lieutenant stumbled backwards with the soldier in toe, his arms wrapped up beneath the boy’s armpits, watching as the young soldier’s limp body fell free of the wreckage onto the tarmac. “MEDIC!” the Lieutenant shouted out once again, feeling the world around him become blurry and echoed somewhat, but this wasn’t the place nor’ the time to pass out, as the Lieutenant distinctively felt the warm fluid of something soak into his boots. The fuel from the oil-drum barrels were leaking drastically within their path, perhaps why the distant soldiers stayed back? But the Lieutenant pushed himself beyond the pain barrier, as he began to heave the boy along the tarmac, trying his hardest to get away from the smoke spewing vehicle, before the Lieutenant’s legs wobbled and gave way beneath him, sending the officer down onto his back.

“Arghh…” was all he could muster, knowing they was still in the danger zone, knowing fully well the fuel could catch fire at any moment with them in the line of it -- the distant noises of the soldier’s boots clicking against the tarmac fading out, as they finally began to make a move towards them.

[Stephen Colly]

Stephen felt himself be lifted out by Brentwood, a sign of relief as he got to clearer air, he started to cough, hard and long, his leg was hurting him as he was dragged along the tarmac by the soldier.

"Thank you" he gasped out as suddenly he felt himself fall to the ground, or rather Brentwood's legs gave way, he hit the ground and felt his leg hit the ground, yelling in pain, but then he felt something wet crawl up his leg and also Brentwood's, turning in horror he saw that the fuel from the jeep was lecking, and he saw sparks of flame erupting from the jeep.

Suddenly the jeep was on fire, and the fuel was burning, burning quickly towards the two soldiers.

"Sir!" Stephen gasped, and crawled towards the Leiutenant, he coughed, and then spoke again, "come on sir!". He said, panic in his voice which he was loosing quickly, he coughed again harder.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

Lieutenant Brentwood’s head woozily fell back a little, his eyelids dragging to stay open, before pants of cries in the short distance from the soldiers caught his attention, to the men hauling buckets of sand over aspects of the wreck, trying to prevent the fire from spreading -- that was until a soft cry near him caught his attention more than anything. “Eh…” was all he could slip out from between his drying lips, as he hazily looked towards the young soldier urging for his assistance, to move.

Plucking up one last bout of strength, the Lieutenant pushed against the hard tarmac flooring beneath them with the rugged palms of his hands, raising to his knees in the puddle surrounding them. The familiar pungent smell of fuel clinging to the fabric of his clothes like flammable leeches, begging for the fire heading their way, but Liam gave a hard grunt and pushed to his feet, before heavy handedly coiling his fingers around the gruff of the boy’s shirt to tug into his general direction.

“Alright son!” he said between his teeth, yanking the boy towards the clearing of soldier’s egging them on towards their general direction, still keeping their general distance in the safe zone, as the fire blazed towards them like steam trains on the run - But the Lieutenant kept moving, glancing back every now and again, making sure the boy was firmly within his grip still, before hastily grabbing the youngster in both hands to push forwards towards the awaiting crowd of men who caught him. Liam on the other hand, staggered down to one knee, dragging himself away from the remaining leakage of fuel, unable to hold back the coughing spree that followed.

“Crikey…” he somewhat managed to slip out between his coughs, as he felt the comrades of men surround the pair of them, field medics hurrying to the scene with their medical bags. “Is the lad alright…?” the Lieutenant called out a little weakly, not really being heard amongst the noise and panic still on-going.

[Stephen Colly]

Stephen felt the fire's heat against his skin, it had been getting closer but as he and Brentwood mangered to get away, the heat was less.

He stumbled after the Lieutenant, his right leg completely limp by this point.
They reached the crowd of people and Stephen's left leg gave way as he fell to the floor, breathing heaverly.
Feild Medics rushed up to the two, two of them spoke quietly to Stephen, saying that they must look at the leg first.
Stephen used the rest of his slowely going engergy to sit up against one of the buildings, the medics got to his leg, touching it, Stephen yelled.

"yes broken lad.". One said, looking at Brentwood, "we will try and see if we can put it right.".
Stephen gasped out to Brentwood.
"thank you sir, for saving me.".

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

Lieutenant Brentwood gave a weary shake to his head, trying to shrug off the daunting feeling of the numbness crawling over him. The inhalation of the black sooty smoke eluding from the brazing supplies nearby had the Lieutenant dreary eyed and woozy, but physically okay. Upon hearing the numerous other soldiers tend’ to their needs, Brentwood remained adamantly arrogant and stubborn on knowing the soldier’s health - as his arm pushed aside a couple of recruits within his line of sight, trying to look towards the boy being seen by the Medical Officers.

“Aye, take good care of that lad” the Lieutenant said sternly towards the medical team ushering around the lad, examining his leg for a brief moment. “S’alright son, you can make it up to me later” Lieutenant Brentwood said with a slight laugh, winking towards the boy in his dreary state still, letting out a hard cough between his plump lips.

As one of the Medics approached the Lieutenant, forcefully opening his mouth to flash a torch down his throat, Liam snapped a little, grabbing the man’s equipment and tossing it aside. “Get Off, I’m alright! Tend‘ to that boy” he said a little stubbornly, brushing the man aside, as the Lieutenant slowly made his way to his feet, with a few comrades clinching their fingers at his body, helping him up a little.

[Stephen Colly]

"S’alright son, you can make it up to me later”

Stephen nodded weakly, faces gazed down at him as they muttered and grabbed supplies from their medic boxes, they stuffed a peice of cloth into his mouth.
"This will hurt abit son, so bite on that."

Stephen nodded, terrified for what they were going to do, he was about to pass out any sec when....crack...
Stephen bit hard on the cloth, letting out a scream and his eyes started to water, one medic had pushed the bone back into place.
His eyes watered and tears rolled down his checks from the pain, medics were now putting cloths round his leg, and helping him to his feet.

[♔ Liam J. Brentwood]

As Lieutenant Brentwood arose to his feet and brushed away any medical assistance, the Lieutenant gazed back at the razed burning supplies guzzling on the fire and jeep, slowly becoming under control by the soldier’s trying to tame the fire within the bucket loads of sand buckets and water from nearby hydrant traps, regularly used to keep the training field green, but not today.

Feeling the men brush passed him and other’s utter words of accommodation on saving the boy, the Lieutenant took a slow step onwards, approaching the lad who remained under the peril of the Medical Staff working on his leg. Liam tried to reassuringly smile towards the boy, as he endured the pain, before abruptly being lifted - Lieutenant Brentwood eagerly pushing aside one of the smaller soldier’s to step up beside the boy, hoisting his arm over his shoulders. Although the Lieutenant was a little weak and groggy, he was highly stubborn and arrogant, a true Officer…

“Okay Son, let’s get you inside” Liam said with a reassurance once again, as he took the weight of the boy against his side, with help from a fellow Medic on the opposite side.

OOC: it’s up to you if you want to end the thread after your post or continue it? Or make a new one?

[Stephen Colly]

“Okay Son, let’s get you inside”

Stephen felt himself be lifted by the Lieutenant and felt his arm be put around Brentwood's shoulders, his leg was painful when he put weight on it so had to hop.

"Thank you so much sir, really, it means the world." Stephen gasped out, coughing violetly suddenly but mangered to stay blanced as they walked towards the huts and to the dry indoors.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

After an onslaught of a fire-fight and rescue, Lieu. Brentwood & Pvt. Colly have both showed honourable respect and courage throughout the thread. You have been awarded the following CP;

Lieutenant Brentwood: 8CP
You have been awarded the following CP for courage.

Private Colly: 8CP
You have also been awarded the following CP for Courage & Confidence.

~Danny