“We’ve got a call out Mac." Steve jabbed the lumpy man beside him.
"Wha...?" Mac replied with a start arms flailing as he sat up in the ambulance's passenger seat, trying get his bearings.
"Yeah, apparently about 15 of AT &T's staff have rang through in this morning complaining of a foul smell. Sounds like someone's carked it. We better roll." He started the engine.
Mac said nothing, but slowly fastened his seat belt as Steve sped off from the corner of Main and 56th street, the empty Starbucks coffee containers rattling around on the floor at his feet.
Mac and Steve ended up outside AT &T's head office in Dallas, Texas.
The weather over the past week had been unseasonably warm, at least 10 degrees above average for August. It was bizarre to see the people on the streets without their heavy overcoats and scarves, as is usually the norm for autumn.
Steve noticed that Mac wiped sweat off his upper lip as he heaved himself out of the ambulance van.
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