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Somebody struck back at these bastards." The Chief, keeping he eyes in constant survey of his men, grunted and nodded as Captain Dowdy sheilded his words with his right hand leaning closer. "Nice job, though. This one gets my vote. Hope he got'em all." Abram Lichtman was an all business guy, a fireman's fireman. He just grimaced a moment then shared, "Nope. Sorry Bill. One made it," pointing to where a survivor was found. As he pointed an array of men, confused by the gesture, began to trudge toward the area of what had been the alley adjacent Venture. It led to the back common dumpster space. "NO. I WAS JUST TELLING THE CAPTAIN.. GO BACK TO WHAT YOU.. YEAH.." He unwaived his initial gesture mumbling that he couldn't scratch his ass for fear that somebody would bugger him. Either stay motionless or be so animated that a solitary gesture isn't confused as a command. Using his hands like an Italian uncle in political debate at a wedding, he reconstructed that a cement outer wall support shielded a four foot long patch of alleyway from the direct shock wave. "That's too bad," Dowdy laughed. "God, I hate these creeps. They play us like we're pianos. I guess I'll have to rise to defend his rights as a wronged citizen." "Don't count on it, Bill," Lichtman, explained that even though that thick cement column shielded the man from the blast, part of it landed on him. He made a rocket trajectory motion with his fingers swooping high overhead, "What goes up.." along with a two story high fire wall of cinder block, "..must come down." As Captain Dowdy was grimacing to the Chief's rising up pointing finger flipping over into downward plunge, scattered fireman were adding their crashing sound effects, ever aware of their chief's hand gestures. When Dowdy 's dramatic face of gooey disaster cleared, Abram updated him. The guy is a hulk. Lots of broken bones but breathing. His major organs seem spared - at least as far as the EMT's could