#battalionchief

A cordial smile is offered in the man’s direction at his inquiry. “That depends, man. How do you feel about individuals being both spectators and participants?” Her tone is silky, smooth like melted chocolate.

“I… I believe you may have been expecting me. The name is  Raquel Tubbs. Most people call me Ricki or Tubbs. Tough, unique, bold, bodacious, and sassy.” She can’t help but include the very accurate acrostic poem.

Her hand politely is extended in his direction.“And you are…the chief….?” Her mind was drawing a blank from trying to memorize the long list of names that she had recently learned.

People were the job, they were responsible for saving people.. Boden had the extra care of looking out for his own too, knowing when it was just too risky to send his guys into danger.. He called an immediate withdrawal, as the building was seconds from going off like a bomb. He wasn’t going to risk any further life, and anybody still in there was likely dead due to smoke inhalation..

the crowd didn’t always see eye to eye with the person in charge, and as this happened to be Battalion Chief Boden, he was at the forefront of their threats, threats of harm and violence. Boden understood and accepted their hate.. 

So when Sylvie placed herself in the path between a few more vocal members of the crowd. and himself.. He allowed him a quick moment to appreciate the gesture, but the Chief in him came out soon after, and a hand rested on her shoulder.

“Don’t get stupid, I got this..”

She was ready to leap into the metaphorical fire without a second thought, they were her family, it was instinct…and yet she wasn’t always sure how to feel when people were surprised by it. Maybe it was the fact she was tiny, the normally pleasant and kind-hearted Sylvie didn’t bring the thunder often, but when she did, it was always worth seeing. “You need to back up.” A hand reached out, not quite touching the man s chest, but close enough to let him know that she meant business.

It didn’t stop the torrent of abuse though, truth be told, it didn’t affect her much, she could brush it off, it wasn’t personal, it was a highly emotional situation and she knew it, didn’t mean that this was acceptable though.

The hand on her shoulder, was a calm warning not to get herself too involved, but she couldn’t help herself. Instead she just shot Boden a look, for a moment she was going to reply to him but he had his do as you were told face on. You didn’t mess with that.