veins. Today, it just felt like a headache. Station 51 was a symphony of cont

er the noise, his voice a gravelly constant in our wor

y' s eye. He gave me a quick, confident nod. We were a

w probie, was standing frozen by the t

ely a whisper. "We can't go in. The roo

"Get on the truck, probie. We do

ine. I just gave her a stern look. We were

at. We followed the hose line in, the water hissing as it hi

corner!" Duncan' s voic

owed right after. "No, Captain! The roof there

split second. A second

hear that?

" I shot back, my voice muffle

, maybe we should listen. Just

" I snapped, pulling my ar

It was a tough extraction, but we got him. On the way out, a lo

down!" some

f sparks and steel. We were clear, but just barely. Another team wasn't so lucky. A senio

t Sabrina differently now. Not with respect, but with a kind of superstitious fear. They kept their d

me. We were all supposed to take a chartered bus. As we w

r chest. "Something's wrong with th

y looked at each ot

. "Hey, it's okay. We can just take the old reserve engine.

ment, agreed. He didn't want a

rve engine. Ten minutes into the drive, the r

le-up on the expressway. A chartered bus h

f the bus company. Our bus company

ptain Duncan, turned to stare at Sabrina Chavez. She

ed her now. Eve