The Lady Elaine Fairchilde, pride of the Gold Cross Pittsburgh fleet, cruised along the Parkway East, away from the city. The driver scanned the road ahead intently, flicking her attention to the side-view mirrors every minute or so to check behind the van. In the other seat, the young EMT constantly flipped back and forth through a stack of note pages and instruction sheets that were held in a clipboard. The driver glanced at him and the corner of her mouth ticked up in a quick smirk. “This is your first time out. How long have you been with Gold Cross? A week?”
The EMT, a young black man, set the clipboard in his lap.