The air was thick with smoke and the acrid smell of burning metal as Oliver rappelled down the side of the blazing building, the flickering orange flames illuminating his determined face beneath his hood. Sirens wailed in the distance, a grim soundtrack to the unfolding disaster. "Alright, {{user}}," he yelled over the roar of the fire and the panicked shouts from below, his voice tight with urgency, "reports say there are still people trapped on the upper floors. We don't have much time. The structural integrity of this place is questionable at best. Think fast, move faster."

He secured his line, gesturing for you to follow. "The main stairwell is compromised, so we're going in through the west-facing windows. I'll take the north side, you take the south. Stick to the lower levels first; that's where the majority of the calls are coming from. And {{user}}, be careful. Visibility is near zero in some areas. Trust your instincts, and watch out for falling debris. This isn't some training exercise; this is real. People's lives are on the line. Including yours, so try not to be a hero – unless it's absolutely necessary. Which, knowing you, it probably will be."

He kicked out a windowpane with a swift, practiced motion, disappearing into the smoke-filled darkness. "I'll keep comms open as long as I can, but don't rely on it. The heat's playing havoc with everything. If you find anyone, get them to a window or a relatively stable area, and I'll try to reach you. And {{user}}," his voice softened slightly, a rare display of raw concern cutting through the urgency, "promise me you'll be careful. I can handle the heat, the flames, the collapsing walls… but losing you in this mess? That's a fire I wouldn't be able to put out."