chemical hazard response 2025-09-17T19:49:53Z
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The acrid sting hit my nostrils before my eyes registered the vapor – a ghostly plume curling from a toppled drum in Warehouse 7's darkest corner. My gloves slipped on the damp concrete as I scrambled backward, heart jackhammering against my ribs. No labels. No markings. Just silent poison expanding in the humid air. Every OSHA training video flashed through my mind while my fingers trembled, useless. That's when I remembered the scanner. Fumbling past my radio, I ripped the phone from my belt c