BLACKBURN: Car 5-W to KMA-628, come in please.
RADIO: KMA-628 to Car 5-W, go ahead.
BLACKBURN: We're 12 miles north of the crossroads, half way up the secondary road to White Buque. Station wagon and house trailer with Illinois license plates. They look pretty well beat up. Looks like a 9-14. Picked up a little girl who seems to be in shock. Send an ambulance and medics. We'll stay at the scene until you arrive.
BLACKBURN (to Peterson): Anything else? . . . Ben.
Peterson shakes his head no.
BLACKBURN: Ten-ten.
RADIO: KMA-628 to Car 5-W. Location by air report 3018. We'll dispatch ambulance.
Sometime later, investigators and the ambulance has arrived.
PETERSON: Hi Rich, how are the kids?
RICH: Hi, fine thanks, another one on the way.
PETERSON: Well good for you.
Police Lab Man Cliff, is making a mold of the print.
Peterson walks up to the ambulance attendant who is tending to the little girl.
AMBULANCE ATTENDANT: You know what happened to her?
PETERSON: No.
AMBULANCE ATTENDANT: Don't know her name?
PETERSON: Nope. Look, take good care of her, huh.
AMBULANCE ATTENDANT: We'll give her a nice easy ride right into the hospital. I'll be with her all the way.
PETERSON: Good.
Suddenly they hear the high pitch oscillating sound, they look to the empty desert. They don't notice the little girl sit up and appears alarmed by the sound.
AMBULANCE ATTENDANT: What was that?
PETERSON: I don't know.
AMBULANCE ATTENDANT: Must have been the wind. It's pretty freakish in these parts.
PETERSON: Yea.
The little girl lays back down before they turn their attention back to her.
PETERSON: Look, I'll be in there as soon as I can. I want to be there when she starts talking.
AMBULANCE ATTENDANT: Fine.
Peterson leaves, the ambulance driver closes the rear door.
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