Emergency Hotline (Book 1)

Chapter 2

It was another day, America had to get up extra early due to the internship.

He didn't mind, in fact he loved the internship.
He was taking a Uber that Thursday morning.

He made no conversation with the driver, he put on his headset he had to wear to receive calls.

America got the calls for wrong numbers.
His boss said it was all in training.

Most of them had to be sent to another hotline.
That's where America comes in.

"Sir, we've reached your destination."
America grabbed his backpack and pulled out his wallet and gave his money to the driver.

"Have a good day sir!" The driver said as America climbed out of the car.

"Yeah, you too." He said. Then the Uber drove off.

The building was tall and large.

As he walked in he saw a flag, it was Philippines!

"Philip!" America said rushing over, Philip was America's assistant.

"Hey Liam! Where are you working today?" Philip said as the two walked towards the elevator.

Philip had Liam's Paperwork in his hands. Liam presses the button to F3, the building had 7 floors.

Plus a underground route.

They could work in whichever floor they wanted to. As long as one desk was empty.

Being a first responder is stressful, that's why most have assistants.

America/Liam has three times amount of that stress.

Whatever mental choice he makes can affect the people severely.

As he sat down in his chair, he pulled out the computer.
4 different screens.

He was surprised he hasn't had a migraine yet!

First caller, most calls will be recorded. America had got that down.

Liam/America: 911 what's your emergency?

Person: Someone it appears someone let a vicious dog out. [Sobbing]

Liam/America: Is it-

Person: And it..it bit my sister

Liam/America: What's your name?

Person: Viktor..[Sobbing]

Liam/America: How old are you?

Viktor: 18.

Liam/America: I'll send the police over as soon as I can ok?

Viktor: Ok...

"Philip!"
Philip rushed from his desk as he rushed over.

"Send the recording to the police and tell them I didn't get a location."

"Yes sir!" He ran back over to his desk. Something was fishy.

America never got a call about a vicious dog. It just all seemed like lies.

So he did tried to find the location. And bingo.

He found it.

He got up from his desk and walked back towards the elevator.

He didn't like that people messed with dispatchers.

So with himself, in his suit and tie.

He was going to arrest the kid for prank calling.