The Job

A big snowstorm is coming and as part of my job I am sitting in the emergency control center in case I'm needed to coordinate things with my respective department. So far, the storm has been a big bust and I'm sitting here mostly bored. But in a crackle of static we learn that a woman has been hit by a train and everyone moves into action, notifying emergency agencies like police, ambulance, and even the M.E. It would be surreal if I hadn't been here so many times before. In my city, death by subway is one of the preferred methods of suicide, and sometimes even murder. So I'm here... it's my job.