Jack coughed as he surged forward into the smoke.  He had no idea what he planned to do but he knew it needed to be fast.  Daffy! her voice was clearly distressed but she was alive.  Alive and well enough to speak clearly.  He stood frozen, momentarily overwhelmed as more and more Potts voices sounded off within the wreckage.  He heard a voice of authority behind him on the street and looked over his shoulder in time to see a man clearing away some of the rubble.  Following his lead Jack sprang back into action, carefully shifting rubble out toward the street, reinforcing what walls and support beams were still standing as he went. 

He was soon working side by side with his back-up, the man making quick work of the rescue mission with level of competence that Jack could only hope to emulate one day.  With quick directions from Dahlia Jack was able to narrow his focus to the front of the shop and locate the youngest Potts sister.  She was crumpled pitifully against what was once a wooden display, but clearly awake and alert.  He crouched in close to look her over as best he could, having nothing more than basic first aid training.  "You ok?" he asked carefully, hardly waiting for a response before he was calling back out Daffy.

"We have them - Dahlia and Calla!  Where are you?" 

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