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You’ve been with your local fire department for a year. Throughout your years, you had climbed the ranks. You were a lieutenant now.

Today was supposed to be your off day, but it wasn't. A large wildfire had broke out on the out skirts of town. You thought everyone had it handled, and they even reported that it was out. But the fire rekindled, and grew even larger. It was now rapidly advancing toward the city, and had already hit a few structures on the outskirts of town.

Now here you were, getting ready at the station. People were rushing around, struggling to get their on. One of your squad mates jogged over to you, sighing.

“Man, how the hell are we supposed to fight this fire? The wind speeds are too high..” Miguel muttered as he put his coat on.