Flashpoint Box Set, Vol. 2 | Books 4-6 by Ellis Tara & Kraus Mike

Author:Ellis, Tara & Kraus, Mike [Ellis, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Post-Apocalyptic | Survival
Publisher: Muonic Press Inc
Published: 2021-01-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

DANNY

Mercy Fire Station, Mercy, Montana

Danny stood holding the fire helmet Chief Martinez handed her, fingering the dial in the back that adjusted the size. It was a habit she’d picked up during her initial training and never broke herself of. Most of the helmets were too big for her head, no matter how far down she dialed the inner meshing.

“I’ve got some gear that’ll fit you,” Chief Martinez was saying, continuing his recruitment attempt. It had been going for over an hour, ever since Danny arrived at the station. “Obviously not mine,” he joked, in reference to his short stature.

Danny was a couple of inches taller than him, though he was built like a tank. “One of our volunteers was out of town when it went sideways and hasn’t returned. He was tall and lanky,” he added, gesturing to one of the open lockers where all the gear was stored. Danny picked up a jacket with the name Johnson stenciled on the back and tried it on.

“You’re right, Chief,” she said evenly. “It fits.”

“Call me Carlos,” the older man scoffed. “We’re not formal around here.”

Standing there in the bunker gear, surrounded by the tools she was familiar with and the smell of damp fire that always seemed to permeate every fire hall she’d been in, Danny felt at ease. Less than a month before she’d been desperate to get out, to run away from the responsibilities and weight of the memories. Something had changed during the four hundred miles of soul-searching. Danny wasn’t sure if it was due to what was happening in the world around her, or if it was internal—it really didn’t matter. “You can stop trying so hard,” she laughed when Carlos approached her with a new pair of extrication gloves.

“Does that mean you’ll join us?” he asked hopefully, eyebrows raised. Between his bushy mustache and wild brows, there wasn’t much left of his face to see, though he was clearly smiling.

“It’s in my blood,” Danny said simply, knowing the career fireman would understand.

Nodding, Chief Martinez handed her the gloves and then walked to the open bay door. The early morning light offered a clear view of the interior, which housed two useless firetrucks. Some of the tools had been removed and were stacked on the floor around them for easy access. Danny’s understanding was that they were still attempting to respond to emergencies from the building, and took turns keeping the station manned with at least two firefighters in addition to the chief, who was living there.

Grace was having a grand time, racing from item to item and sniffing it with intense interest. The chief didn’t seem to mind and Danny imagined he’d be fine with making the retriever their mascot if it meant getting her on board. They were desperate for help and with Martinez being the only emergency medical technician, having a paramedic as part of the team was extremely appealing.

“We’ve got six volunteers,” Martinez explained, turning from the sunlight to look at Danny.

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