Fireproof (Completed)

Introduction

Third Persons POV
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For most it was a second home, a place where they came an congregated and waited till they were needed. Until then, they slept, cooked, or entertained themselves till that alarm rung. Signaling that someone was in need of help, that's when the fun began. The team would run to their turnout gear, slipping it on as fast as they could. Every second counted to them and the people's lives that were in danger. Tonight was no different, tonight was just like any other night on the job. The alarm blares through the station, stopping any and all movement from the crew. Awakening the ones who were trying to catch up on their much needed sleep.

"Attention all, Code 3 priority 1. Repeat Code 3 priority 1. All hands on deck and to your vehicles", the voice boomed through the station.

"Reed, is every one here", the fire captain Maverick asked his second in charge Cruz Reed.

"Everyone but one sir", Cruz puffed out as he pulled on his equipment and grabbed his helmet.

"Where's Styles!!", Maverick yelled out to the boy as they all frantically tried to get into their positions.

"At home sir, he's been working for the last seven days", one of the boys called to him as he ran to his assigned truck.

"Make sure he comes in the day after tomorrow. It is wildfire season, we need all hands on deck", the fire captain called out to Cruz.

Not much else was said as they all piled onto their fire trucks, eventually they were whisked off to where the emergency was. Like every night, risking their lives to help those in need. It was a dangerous job, but someone had to do it.