YELLOWJACKET - CH.8: MIRAGE

 

On that chilly morning, the fire was already well underway by the time we rolled up to the scene.

Right before breakfast, we’d gotten a call that a fire was tearing through a nearby homeless encampment. These types of fires were always brutal; the flammability of their tents and the clustering of them made short work for a persistent blaze to power through, and left only devastation in its wake.

The second the apparatus was parked, we all exploded into action. As a probie, Garrett had adapted well to the process, though he still took direction from me more than anyone - a fact which clearly chafed against Liam, as one of the more senior firemen on the crew. But there wasn’t any time to fight about it, as the plumes of smoke and violent crackling of the fire meant there wasn’t time for anything except water, and lots of it.

 

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