Via sat in the back of the ambulance as it slowly drove down the street. She was holding a smoking hot cup of coffee in her hands, something quite welcome on a cold night like this. One of her new co-workers have brought two thermoses of the stuff, that had really scored him points in Via's book. All in all her first shift moonlighting as an Emergency Medical Technician had been pleasant, at least so far. She had been worried that the others would be territorial and reluctant to let a doctor into their close knit circle, but they were friendly enough. Quite possibly because they would now have an easier time taking a day off with Via being able to cover their shift for them.<br/>All three of them were present today, showing Via the ropes, making it four in the ambulance, two in front and two in the back. Tyrone Sevy was an african american gentleman in his late 50s, his graying hair and mustache neatly trimmed. He was the teams driver, and seemed like a sweet old guy. Sitting up front with Tyrone was Marshall Purdum, a blond, muscular and handsome caucasian male. He was wearing a flexible brace on his right leg. Marshall had once been a big name in college football, and was looking forward to a promising career in the NFL when an unlucky hit broke his leg, ending his football dreams permanently. Instead of growing bitter, however, Marshall had thrown himself into the world of emergency medicine, making sure he'd make an impact there instead. Being an EMT seemed to make him feel like a hero again and was an effective substitute for his lost football career.<br/>Sitting across from Via in the back was Harriett Stockwell, the leader of the group. She was a rather pretty caucasian woman just a couple of years older than Via, and she had one of the most fit bodies Via had seen, she had caught a glimpse as they were preparing for the shift in the locker room back at the hospital. Via knew she was ex Army, she seemed to be following the Army's fitness regimen even in her civilian life. She was very a professional and dedicated woman, that hadn't took long for Via to figure out. She knew that if she won Harriett over she'd be well on her way to being accepted. Luckily that didn't seem very hard, Harriett was quite friendly once she warmed up to you a bit.<br/>"Hold on, ladies," Tyrone leaned back and said, "we got a call." With sirens blaring and lights blinking the ambulance accellerated. Via briefly wondered how Tyrone could even see enough to navigate on a night like this. She saw Harriett grinning at her.<br/>"So here we go doc, first call of the night. Don't worry,  Tyrone is an excellent driver, he'll get us there."