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Heat Wave – (Chapter: Faith)
"But Captain," Ashley protested, "we haven’t finished searching the building yet, we’re not even off the first floor!"
"Davies, I don’t give a shit!" They could hear Captain Watkin’s breathing through the microphones. "That roof is gonna collapse in a matter of seconds, and anyone in there when it does is wormfood, you get me? I’m not going to lose three of my best firemen–"
"Woman, Captain." Ashley corrected out of habit.
He kept right on talking as though she hadn’t said a word, "in some damned pissant apartment fire if I don’t have to, now get your yellow suited asses back outside!"
"You heard the man." McDaniel turned on his heel, and begin following the rope attached at his waist back towards the entrance, Demaggio following dutifully behind.
Are these guys for real? Gritting her teeth she too turned to leave the smoldering building, passing the room Demaggio had glanced in earlier, she paused, listening. For what she didn’t know, he had already cleared the room. It was nothing more than a half-assed clearance, but nevertheless, it had been done. She made to continue on, then hesitated, before casting a glance at the retreating backs of her squad member and entering the room. The flames roared past, heating up her protective suit more so than it had been in the relatively cool hallway, causing sweat to drip down, stinging her eyes.
"Davies? Where the fuck are you?" The Captain once again blasted into her ears.
"I’m coming, I just…I got this feeling and I’m checking something out."
"Feelings, get people killed, now get your ass out of that building right now!" He was yelling now, but Ashley wasn’t intimidated, Watkin’s bark often proved worse than his bite in many regards, and she knew that once she was back outside that he would rant and scream, stomp around, and basically throw a fifty year old temper tantrum that would drive any toddler to the brink of jealously. After this, he’d slap her on the shoulder and make her swear to never repeat whatever infraction had supposedly pissed him off. Ashley was always doing something, she had his entire routine memorized.
"I’ll be out in a second." The air inside her uniform that had once been cool, and grown humid and warm. Damn, I wish I could wipe my face or something.
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I’m totally enjoying the whole Ashley in uniform thing. Jesus Christ, that would be sooooooooo effin’ hot!!!! You are doing an awesome job on these! PMS!
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I’m totally enjoying the whole Ashley in uniform thing. Jesus Christ, that would be sooooooooo effin’ hot!!!! You are doing an awesome job on these! PMS!
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