The yell was weak, drowned out by the blaze's roar and the heavy shroud of smoke, yet it was sufficient. Ryan was quick to act—he pivoted abruptly, his heavy equipnt making the movent appear more cumberso than it actually was, and dashed down the hallway toward the noise.
I pursued, my legs advancing before my thoughts could keep pace, the oppressive warmth draining my energy with each stride. It wasn't rely hot—it was overwhelming. The flas were not rely fire; they were sentient, breathing alongside us, attempting to take every ounce of oxygen from us.
Ryan crashed his shoulder against a door, pushing it open with the ruthless skill of soone who had accomplished this countless tis prior. The door creaked and cracked beneath his weight, swinging ajar to unveil a horror.
Inside, the room felt like a furnace. Fire danced upon the wallpaper, consuming all that it encountered. The ceiling hung dangerously, darkened with soot, poised to cave in at any mont. In the turmoil, I noticed them—three silhouettes.
Two adults lie sprawled on the floor, motionless. A man and a woman, their garnts scorched, skin bubbled from the heat. In between them stood a child, around eight or nine years old, hacking violently, tears running down a soot-covered face, eyes filled with fear.
Ryan cursed under his breath. "Damn it. Three."
We only had two of us. Protocol was clear—we could carry one person each, get them to the main stairwell where the rest of the crew would take over. But that left one person behind.
Ryan's jaw clenched as he did the ntal math. I could see it—he was calculating the odds, the risks, trying to make the impossible decision. But I didn't wait.
I moved.
Before he could say a word, I was already lifting the unconscious woman over my right shoulder. The child was lighter, fragile even, coughing and squirming as I hoisted them onto my left.
Pain shot through instantly. My body protested under the sudden weight, the awkward distribution making it hard to balance. The heat pressed against like a living thing, trying to sap my strength.
But I wasn't relying on just my own strength.
The construction worker portfolio kicked in—Endurance Boost (Lv. 9), Heavy Lifting (Lv. 8)—turning what should've been an impossible task into sothing barely manageable. My muscles burned, sure, but they held. My legs felt like they'd buckle, but they didn't.
I staggered toward the door, every step a battle against the fire, the weight, and the screaming instincts in my head telling this was insane.
Behind , Ryan snapped out of it. I heard him grunt as he lifted the remaining man, slinging him over his shoulder with practiced precision.
"Move!" he shouted, though I was already ahead of him.
The hallway was worse than before. Flas had crept further, licking the walls and ceiling, reducing visibility to almost nothing. The heat blurred my vision inside the helt, sweat trickling down my face in rivers.
I could feel my strength slipping, every breath harder than the last. The mask was my lifeline, filtering out the deadly smoke, but with the extra heat, weight, and adrenaline, it felt like breathing through a straw.
We reached the stairwell door. I could hear voices on the other side—shouting, the rush of water from a hose, the tallic clang of boots on stairs.
I tried the door.
It didn't budge.
Jamd.
I could barely balance the bodies on my shoulders, let alone kick down a reinforced fire door. My strength wasn't enough for that.
Ryan erged next to , his motions smooth even with the body draped over his shoulder. Without a mont's pause, he adjusted his weight and slamd his boot against the door with all his strength.
The door creaked, the fra splitting under the strain. A final kick, and it burst open with a thunderous bang.
On the other side, firefighters surged in, dragging hoses with them. They barely spared us a glance, focused entirely on their mission—suppress the flas, stabilize the structure.
Ryan didn't wait. He shoved past them, motioning for to follow. We barreled down the stairs, each step jarring my spine as the weight of the two bodies pressed down on .
I don't rember much of the descent. Just heat, smoke, and the rhythmic pounding of my heart.
By the ti we burst out of the building, I was on autopilot. My legs moved because they had to. My arms held on because letting go wasn't an option.
Paradics quickly approached us, firefighters with specialized lighter equipnt ant for ergency dical situations. They retrieved the bodies from us, feeling for pulses, providing oxygen, doing whatever they could.
As soon as the weight lifted, I fell to my knees, struggling to breathe.
I tore off my helt initially, the refreshing breeze from outside striking like a blow. But it wasn't enough. My fingers found the clips of the breathing mask underneath, fumbling with them until it finally ca free.
The first breath without it was sharp, painful even, but it was real. The air was cooler out here, but still tinged with smoke. Even with my fox mask still on, it didn't matter. It felt like freedom.
Ryan appeared beside , crouching down, his own mask still firmly in place.
"You idiot," he muttered, though there was no real anger in his voice. He clapped a heavy hand on my back, his palm like a sledgehamr through my gear. "Don't take the mask off until it's over next ti. Got it?"
I tried to nod, still catching my breath.
"But," he added, his voice softening slightly, "hell of a job in there."
I managed a weak grin, though I'm sure you couldn't notice it through the fox mask.
We both sat there for a minute, just breathing, the sounds of the scene washing over us—the hiss of water hitting fire, the shouts of command, the distant wail of another siren approaching.
Eventually, Ryan stood, extending a hand to . I took it, letting him haul to my feet.
He looked at for a long mont, his sharp eyes studying through the gri and sweat.
"Welco to Station 47, Mr. Fox," he said finally, his tone both formal and sincere.
I nodded, wishing I could wipe the sweat from my brow.
It wasn't much. Just a nod. But in that mont, it felt like sothing more.
Like I'd crossed a threshold I couldn't co back from.
And I was okay with that.
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