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Chapter One
Projection
Buck's POV
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Evan "Buck" Buckley loved being a firefighter. The red hot adrenaline pumping through his veins with each ring of the alarm above his head, the camaraderie formed between him and the others on his shift, and of course, the amazing feeling that swelled through him every time another life had been saved by his hands.
There was nothing better than being the guiding light at the end of a dark tunnel. The savior to the damned. The water to the thirsty. There wasn't as much ego behind the feeling as there used to be, but Evan Buckley still knew his job was important.
His life path hadn't always been as easy as it was now, but one thing was sure, he was in the right place. If not for the 118– if not firefighting— he wasn't quite sure he'd be the same man.
So when the alarm blared halfway through a long shift, despite the time, he was still up and ready to go. He wasn't the only one.
His best friend, Edmundo Diaz— known better as Eddie— hopped in right after Buck did, and sat shoulder to shoulder against him in a tense silence. It was normal for the group to save the banter during calls in the middle of the night. Each second rousing themselves out of sleep was another point toward a more successful call.
When they arrived at the blazing scene of the fire, Buck knew that they needed all the hope they could get.
The apartment building was ten floors, with the fire being between the ninth and tenth. The residents of the lower floors had already been evacuated, and were crowding the streets as the 118 pulled in closer to the fire.
Athena Grant— Captain Bobby Nash's wife— was the first to greet them at the scene, having long since become a sort of liaison between the 118 crew and the local police station. Besides being a great wife to his Captain, Buck knew her as a strong and fiercely independent woman.
"So far, we've got two dozen unaccounted for," the Sergeant got down to business right away, "Thirteen from the ninth, eleven from the tenth," she went on to list all the apartment numbers they had down for the missings, "Medical has been set up under that tent over there."
Bobby Nash, head of their shift and overall reliable man, sent a quick nod to the two paramedics, Hen and Chimney, better known as the backbone(s) of the 118.
Henrietta Wilson, a genius with anything medical and dedicated to healing beyond any measurement was the first to go, patting Buck on the back as she went.
