The firetruck pulls up the gravel driveway of Station 92, the tires crunching under the weight of the rig. Devon leans forward in the passenger seat, his eyes widening as the station comes into view. The building is imposing but welcoming, with the red engine bay doors open and the faint hum of voices from the team outside.

Logan: “Alright, everyone out. Let’s unload the gear.”

Devon hesitates, taking a deep breath before stepping down, his boots hitting the ground with a thud. He glances around, feeling the eyes of the crew on him, but his focus shifts to the massive fire tower in the distance, a silent promise of the challenges ahead.

Olivia pops the rear compartment, pulling out a medic kit as she spots Holly walking over with her usual sharp gaze and purposeful stride.

Holly: “Look who decided to show up.” Her smirk softens when she sees Devon’s nervous expression. “Relax, rookie. You’ll get used to it.”

Devon tries to laugh but it comes out awkward, and Olivia steps in, slinging a bag over her shoulder.

Olivia: “Come on, Holly. Let him breathe for five seconds.”

Just then, Logan steps out of the engine bay, his voice commanding yet calm.

Logan: “Marks, over here. Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes.”

Devon straightens, his nerves mixing with determination. As the sun beats down on the station, he feels the weight of this moment—the chance to prove himself and start fresh.