[Despite the cloying grasp of the sand underfoot, Haise darts from one struggling worker to another at a quick clip. He goes where he hears shouts and cries, occasionally pausing because he smells people he doesn't see, reaching down to uproot them from the sand like desert carrots. Those are close calls, ones that spur him to hurry his way along.
No one should have to die here, not when they have the strength and ability to do something about it.
When he hears another shout ring out over the scrambling chaos of recovering equipment and workers, he pivots and hurries over. He can see a woman trying to drag a man from a sinkhole and getting pulled in herself, and knowing there isn't time to waste, he's quick to approach]
Pardon the intrusion.
[A token apology as he puts an arm around her middle and drags both her and the man away from the sinkhole with a little too much ease for his size...]
rescue.
No one should have to die here, not when they have the strength and ability to do something about it.
When he hears another shout ring out over the scrambling chaos of recovering equipment and workers, he pivots and hurries over. He can see a woman trying to drag a man from a sinkhole and getting pulled in herself, and knowing there isn't time to waste, he's quick to approach]
Pardon the intrusion.
[A token apology as he puts an arm around her middle and drags both her and the man away from the sinkhole with a little too much ease for his size...]