Chapter 24: Baptism by Fire

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Chapter 24: Baptism by FireThe alarm blared, cutting through the morning haze like a blade. No time to think. No time to breathe. I dashed towards the origin of the sound, the piercing, rhythmic cry drawing me in like a powerful magnet. My heart pounded—not out of fear, but from the rush of adrenaline that arose from realizing this was the moment. This was what all the planning, the lies, the new identity had been building toward. The fire truck sat like a red beast at the side of the station, its engine rumbling to life. Firefighters scrambled around it, slipping into gear with mechanical precision. I spotted a man barking orders near the truck, his presence cutting through the chaos. Broad-shouldered, his weathered face lined with years of experience, and his voice carrying the authority of someone who'd been through hell and come back to talk about it. Without hesitation, I jogged up to him. "Mr. Fox," I said, my voice slightly muffled through the fox mask but firm. "New recruit." He shot me a quick glance, barely pausing. "Good to meet you, Fox, but we're moving now. On the truck." No questions. No hesitation. Just orders. I hopped onto the truck, holding onto the rail as it surged ahead with a deep growl. Inside, the team was already gearing up—putting on heavy coats, attaching oxygen tanks, and fastening helmets. I grabbed the closest set of equipment, my hands awkwardly dealing with the straps and buckles. Despite my nerves, my body knew what to do. The instincts kicked in—not from experience, but from the firefighter job embedded in my skill set. It wasn't perfect. I still struggled with the unfamiliar weight, the awkward bulk of the equipment, but muscle memory that wasn't truly mine guided me through. The truck's siren screamed as we wove through traffic, the city blurring past the windows. I stole a glance at the man who had given me orders—the one clearly in charge. [SYSTEM SCAN ACTIVATED] Name: Chief Donovan Ryan Job: Firefighter (A-Rank) Skills: Command Presence (Lv. 8): Instills calm and focus in team members during high-stress situations, improving coordination and efficiency. Advanced Hazard Assessment (Lv. 7): Allows rapid identification of structural weaknesses, potential flashpoints, and safe paths in active fire zones. Rescue Efficiency (Lv. 8): Enhances speed and precision when extracting individuals from dangerous environments. Thermal Perception (Lv. 6): Grants the ability to sense temperature variations through walls and debris, identifying hidden fire sources or trapped victims. Endurance Mastery (Lv. 7): Reduces fatigue, allowing for sustained high-performance in extreme conditions. The scan faded, but the information etched itself into my mind. Ryan wasn't just experienced—he was sharp, fast, and built for leadership in the worst situations imaginable. Good. I'd need someone like that watching my back. I reactivated scan for another individual, though I couldn't see their appearance through the suit. [SYSTEM INTERFACE] Name: Logan Pierce Job Title: Firefighter (B-Rank) Skills: Advanced Fire Suppression (Lv. 5) – Enhances the efficiency and speed of extinguishing fires, including handling chemical and electrical fires. Rescue Tactics (Lv. 4) – Increases effectiveness in complex rescue operations, such as navigating through unstable structures and high-risk environments. Hazard Assessment (Lv. 4) – Allows quick evaluation of potential dangers, predicting flashover points and structural weaknesses during a fire. Heat Resistance (Lv. 5) – Significantly reduces the impact of extreme temperatures, allowing for prolonged exposure in high-heat zones without performance degradation. Rapid Deployment (Lv. 3) – Improves gear-up speed and movement efficiency when transitioning from transport to active fire zones. The truck came to a sudden stop, and the abrupt halt threw me against the side rail. I gazed out the window and sensed my stomach clench. An apartment complex loomed before us—twenty stories high, flames already bursting through shattered windows on the fifteenth floor. Thick black smoke billowed upward, staining the morning sky like ink spilled across a page. C-Rank housing. Cheap construction. Minimal fireproofing. A death trap waiting to happen. "MOVE!" Ryan's voice snapped me back to reality. We spilled out of the truck, boots pounding against the asphalt. Some firefighters immediately grabbed hoses, dragging them toward the stairwell entrance. Water pressure roared to life as they disappeared inside, shouting orders lost beneath the crackling roar of the fire. Ryan grabbed my shoulder. "You're with me. Too crowded on the main stairwell—we'll take the maintenance stairs." I nodded, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. We raced to a side door, forced it open, and dashed up the dimly lit, narrow staircase. Smoke filtered in through the gaps, saturating the area with a harsh, oppressive fog. The filtration system of my mask maintained my awareness, yet the heat was unyielding, pressing against me as if it were alive. S~eaʀᴄh the NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Floor after floor blurred past until we hit the fifteenth. Ryan kicked the door open, and hell greeted us. Fire surged through the corridor, consuming all in its way—walls, doors, and furniture. The air sparkled with warmth, and the heavy wave struck me like a tangible impact. Without the mask, I would've passed out instantly. "Stay close!" Ryan barked, already moving. We advanced room by room, checking for signs of life. The heavy boots on my feet felt like anchors, but adrenaline pushed me forward. My skills kept me focused, analyzing the environment even as panic scratched at the edges of my mind. Smoke thickened, reducing visibility to almost nothing. The walls groaned around us, the building threatening to collapse under the strain of fire. Then— A cough. Faint but distinct. Followed by a desperate scream. "HELP! SOMEONE—PLEASE!" Ryan's head snapped toward the sound, his instincts razor-sharp. "There!" he yelled, rushing down the corridor toward the sound. I followed without doubt, my heartbeat roaring like a drum in my ears.

Chapter 24: Baptism by Fire

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