Sugar refinery fire

"A sugar refinery is burning," he said. "There are
people inside."

"So set me down," Lois said.

He looked at her for a long moment and seemed to
come to a decision. A moment later they were flashing
forward and Lois found herself a hundred yards away
from the wide expanse of a parking lot.

She could hear ambulances already on the way,
and as her feet touched the ground she felt the sudden
chill as Clark let her go.

He was a blur as he disappeared, and even as he
vanished one of the silos exploded. Lois flinched and
winced as the world seemed to go white for a moment.
She could see the growing crowd of evacuees
outside the plant. Some were standing and others were
lying on the ground, obviously injured.
Despite herself, Lois found herself moving
forward. She'd taken an elementary first aid course
before going to Iraq the first time. She knew the basics
and with any luck the ambulances would be there soon
enough that they wouldn't need her.
Stepping forward into the crowd, Lois saw the
stunned, haggard look on most of the faces in the
crowd. These people were in shock.

"Does anyone have medical experience?" she
called out.

When they turned to look at her she repeated the
question again. Slowly they began to look at their
neighbors, who were shaking their heads.
"I had CPR training," one woman said.

With that another man stepped out from the back
of the crowd and then another, and another. They
seemed almost grateful to have someone in charge,
especially as Lois began to point to individuals and
telling them what to do.

"Does anyone have medical kits in their cars, latex
gloves, hand sanitizer, blankets, and bottles of water,
anything we can use? If you do bring them here," Lois
said, pointing to an unused area. "We're going to have
to make do with what we have."

No one seemed to notice the bodies which were
appearing behind them until Lois pointed them out.
She flinched at the sound of another explosion, but
she was pleased to see that one section of the fire
seemed to be spontaneously dying out.

[...]

Behind her firefighters were already moving forward to put out a
fire that seemed to be extinguishing itself piece by
piece.

Pilar was going to be furious, and Agent Randal
was probably on his way already. Imagining their
reactions almost made the risk worth it.

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