3000 Degrees by Sean Flynn

3000 Degrees by Sean Flynn

Author:Sean Flynn [FLYNN, SEAN]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: HIS036010, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780446555036
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2008-12-20T13:00:00+00:00


“Command to Engine 3.”

Lt. John Sullivan heard Mike McNamee call his truck. He punched his radio. “Engine 3”

“Come up to the side of the building,” Mike told him. He kept the message short, clipped, not wasting time or breath. Mike had blocked out all emotion, distilled the operation to a tactical chore. He had two men—his men—lost in the black mist above, frightened and choking and probably dying. Mike couldn't afford to be afraid. No one below the fifth floor could.

Sully didn't bother answering, just started moving. Instinct took over. There wasn't much in the manuals about moments like this, two men missing. There didn't have to be: when one man is in trouble, every other man goes after him.

He called back over his shoulder, “Jay, shut it down. You're coming in. You take Joe. I'll take Mark and Doug.”

Jay Lyons nodded, jumped down from the cab. At most fires, the driver usually stayed with the truck, ran the pumps and fed the lines. He was also the only man not fully dressed for battle; a man couldn't drive a firetruck very well if he'd had a tank of air strapped to his back. Jay reached for a harness, slipped his shoulders through it, shrugged, rolled the air bottle into postion between his shoulder blades.

Joe McGuirk watched Sully and the others run toward the warehouse while Jay put on his gear. He was eager, excited, desperate to get inside. Joe had never been in a big one before, never seen enough fire for everyone. The worst danger Joe had faced on the job was a medical run when an overdosed junkie puked all over him, splashed vomit in his eyes. He had to worry for a couple weeks that he might have been infected with hepatitis. Nothing heroic about that. This is what he'd waited for, the mission that was born into him, the stuff of lore and legend. He was a real fireman going to save real lives, his brothers’ lives.

He was relieved Sully had left him with Jay. Of the two, Joe would probably see more action with Jay. He always wondered if Sully was too timid. Those times Sully had let slower trucks overtake Engine 3, let other men jump into the flames—sure, it was protocol, Engine 3 taking its assigned spot as second due. Joe understood that. But he still suspected that maybe Sully wasn't as eager to jump into the flames as some of the other guys. Guys like Jay. Jay was aggressive, a warrior. “Ballsy,” like Sully said. Joe wanted to be ballsy, too. Once Jay made lieutenant, maybe he'd get assigned to a ladder truck, and maybe he'd take Joe with him. Joe hoped he would.

Jay fastened the clasps on his coat, double-checked his harness, made sure his mask was clipped to his shoulder. He felt for his medallion, St. Florian on a silver chain around his neck, similar to Tom Spencer's. Around the saint's image were four words stamped in relief: SAINT FLORIAN.



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