Chapter 22When the Klaxon sounded, a sort of foghorn alarm, the fire dispatcher spun around in a black mesh swivel chair and read through the details of the emergency as it appeared on the center of his computer screens before he dispatched the job.
A caller reported seeing a body floating in the lake.
The dispatcher double-checked the water rescue assignment populated on the blue line of his center terminal. Once he verified he had the right equipment listed, he pressed enter on the keyboard.
Adjusting the microphone arm of his headset, ensuring the microphone hung directly in front of his mouth, he then stepped on the foot pedal under the desk. The red light above the monitors glowed, which indicated he was now live on the radio.
“For the body floating in the lake, just west, and nor
