Whisting softly, Matthew tossed his hat, it went cartwheeling through the air to land on a wooden peg attached to a rail in the staff room. Allan, his colleague was already seated at the table with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. Allan shook his head and grinned. Grabbing a cup from the shelf, Matthew helped himself to the brewing pot that was always on and inhaled deeply of the sweet aroma before drinking. “God that’s good.” He exclaimed and sank down beside Allan, covering his mouth with a yawn. “How’s Jen and the boys?” He asked.
“Fine.” Allan replied without looking up from his newspaper. “I bet Jen’s still in bed.” Allan yawned, his jaw cracking.
“Won’t be for much longer mate, first day of school today.” Matthew flipped open the work diary that lay on the table and ran his finger over the list of entries for that day. He glanced up at the clock on the wall and checked his watch, ensuring that the times were synchronised. “First call is at eight. Patient transfer to St Josephs.”
Allan nodded and glanced at his own watch as he drained the last of his coffee. “Ready when you are.” He said, rising and rinsing out the coffee cup before hanging it back on the hook over the sink. Both men looked up at the sound of high heeled shoes clattering down the tiled hallway.
“Oh, good, you’re both here.” Sheree said with a soft smile at both of them. Sheree was a tall leggy blonde with her hair as usual tied up in a french knot at the back of her head. She looked every inch the professional business woman with her charcoal grey business suit and fitted skirt. Everything about her looked professionally done, even her inch long nails looked as if they belonged on a catwalk model. Sheree always wore the same bright red lipstick, it was the only make up she ever seemed to use, along with the divine scent of her expensive designer perfume. You could almost smell Sheree before you could see her – not that her high heeled shoes didn’t give her away first.
Sheree looked down at the clipboard in her hand and tapped it lightly twice with her pen. “Benjamin and Markus have been called to an accident in Warf’s Road, and there’s an urgent call come in from the Bay. Fisherman apparently made the call himself, don’t know how bad he is, but looks like a suspected heart attack. Pains in the left arm and side. He’s already out at sea, about an hour from shore.”
“Must have left early, missus must have annoyed him.” Allan grinned, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at her.
“An hour out?” Matthew looked at his superior officer, his head tilted to one side as his eyes narrowed slightly. “How we getting out to him?”
“Chopper.” As Sheree spoke, a man came down the hallway towards them, rubbing his hands together in a nervous way. “Ah, Bob, here you are, good.” Sheree turned to face. “Call came in about a minute ago.” She handed Bob the clipboard and turned, clattering her way out of the staffroom towards her own office.
Matthew grabbed his hat from the hook and the three men set off towards the back door. Taking the stairs to the helipad on the roof.