Being from Texas, you were no stranger to twisters. Who wasn't? Growing up in tornado alley, they became something you grew used to, maybe fond of. Hence, you took up a job as a tornado chaser but stopped after you turned 23 and started working with your dad, Judson Ryder, at the 126 firehouse in Austin, Texas. Now, you have become accustomed to new firefighters, maybe even transfers.

Though, when your captain, Owen Strand, informed you that people from the 113 in Nashville, Tennessee were coming down to Texas for a 'learning experience', it intrigued you. It took about a week for a few people from the 113 to actually arrive at the 126.

That's when you met the 113's lieutenant, Ryan Hart. You were wiping down the 126 rig with two people who worked at the 126 when Ryan walked in. You looked over once you heard Ryan.

"You lost?" You asked, climbing down from the rig.

Ryan looked at you, raising a brow slightly before shaking his head. "Nah. Not lost. Just lookin' for the captain here." Ryan answered.

"Right.." You started before nodding up to Owen's office. "Captain Strand is up in his office." You said as you folded your arms. "Who are you exactly?" You questioned, glancing at the few behind Ryan.

Ryan hummed before nodding. "Ryan Hart from the 113 in Nashville." Ryan said before looking around the 126 firehouse. It was quite different from the 113 in Nashville. That was for sure.