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Jarred un-keyed his microphone. Even
though Jarred was engineering 34,000 pounds of fire truck and equipment across snow
and ice-packed highways, Joe was responding from the far north end of town.
Jarred advised they were on scene . “We're seeing smoke. I can hear a baby crying.”
Several long moments later, the rookie—Joe couldn't remember the guy’s name—radioed
in . “Hallstatt’s grabbed a medic bag and gone over the embankment.”
“Who’s on backup?” Joe radioed .
“Negative, Captain . I’m pulling gear, but he’s already over the ledge and working on extrication.”
Joe blinked. The crazy fucker had slid down a near-vertical hundred-foot drop, and
made it in one piece.
“Engine 111, I’ve got a male driver deceased, and the passenger side windshield’s
been shattered. Standby,” Jarred’s voice echoed through static.
“Copy Engine 111, standing by.”
No sooner had Dispatch responded than Jarred keyed up again. “I’ve located the female,
also DOA. Still no signs of the…son of a—” Jarred’s transmission cut off mid-sentence.
“Jarred, I see flames!” The rookie’s warning came just as Joe cleared the top of Oxbow
Hill.
“I've got the baby. Just drop the fucking winch. Do it now!” Joe heard something in Jarred's voice that he'd never heard before— fear .
Jarred's microphone stuck open, and Joe heard him whisper to the baby. “Stick with
me, sweetheart, I'll keep you safe.”
Joe bailed out of the battalion truck as the rookie shouted, “The damned thing isn't
working!”
He could smell the gas and see the flames. Fuck, fuck, fuck! “ Get a goddamn rope! ” Jesus Christ it wasn’t rocket science .
The rookie pulled a rope off the truck and handed it to Joe as he passed by. “Hang
on buddy, rope’s coming down, now,” Joe yelled so Jarred could hear him, a second
before he tossed one end down the embankment. “Tie off, and we'll pull you up.”
Joe turned his back to feed the rope through one of the eyes on the front of the fire
truck, intending to use it as a makeshift pulley
“The baby’s under my jacket!”
Before Joe could respond, the scene exploded into a fireball.
Mother of God!
Joe froze for several heartbeats, unable to believe what he was witnessing. Vehicles
exploding on an accident scene were Hollywood myth. It rarely happened. Yet what was
left of the car was fully engulfed, and Jarred lay in a fetal position, against the rock wall, unconscious.
A huge chunk of burning debris covered his legs and lower back.
Joe barked orders, even as he grabbed a medic bag, ready to plunge over the edge.
He glanced up at the sound of squealing tires. Cody Johnson . Cody could command the scene from up top and get them the hell out once Joe had Jarred ready to move—he wasn't fucking waiting around for equipment. With a salute of acknowledgment,
Joe bailed over the edge to save a brother.
Joe fought to free Jarred from the debris. His heavy-duty fire turnouts had been ripped
by shrapnel from the explosion. Third degree burns and blood covered most of his back
and legs. But the baby, the perfect little baby, was unharmed. Jarred had curled himself
around her, sheltering her with his body.
With the help from the crew of a second engine company, Joe was able to get both Jarred
and the baby packaged to travel and top-side in a matter of minutes.
Jarred coded as they loaded him in the ambulance, but they brought him back. “The
baby?” he panted between moans of agony.
“She's fine. You saved her. Just relax.”
Jarred nodded once.
Joe glanced at Cody as he rechecked Jarred's vitals. Joe slammed fluids in as fast
as the large bore IV would let him, to partially compensate for the extensive blood
Jarred was losing.
“Did someone go get Jess?” He wasn't willing to say it out loud, but Jarred's odds
weren't good.
Before Cody could answer, Jarred said, “No. Don't let her see me like this. Tell
though Jarred was engineering 34,000 pounds of fire truck and equipment across snow
and ice-packed highways, Joe was responding from the far north end of town.
Jarred advised they were on scene . “We're seeing smoke. I can hear a baby crying.”
Several long moments later, the rookie—Joe couldn't remember the guy’s name—radioed
in . “Hallstatt’s grabbed a medic bag and gone over the embankment.”
“Who’s on backup?” Joe radioed .
“Negative, Captain . I’m pulling gear, but he’s already over the ledge and working on extrication.”
Joe blinked. The crazy fucker had slid down a near-vertical hundred-foot drop, and
made it in one piece.
“Engine 111, I’ve got a male driver deceased, and the passenger side windshield’s
been shattered. Standby,” Jarred’s voice echoed through static.
“Copy Engine 111, standing by.”
No sooner had Dispatch responded than Jarred keyed up again. “I’ve located the female,
also DOA. Still no signs of the…son of a—” Jarred’s transmission cut off mid-sentence.
“Jarred, I see flames!” The rookie’s warning came just as Joe cleared the top of Oxbow
Hill.
“I've got the baby. Just drop the fucking winch. Do it now!” Joe heard something in Jarred's voice that he'd never heard before— fear .
Jarred's microphone stuck open, and Joe heard him whisper to the baby. “Stick with
me, sweetheart, I'll keep you safe.”
Joe bailed out of the battalion truck as the rookie shouted, “The damned thing isn't
working!”
He could smell the gas and see the flames. Fuck, fuck, fuck! “ Get a goddamn rope! ” Jesus Christ it wasn’t rocket science .
The rookie pulled a rope off the truck and handed it to Joe as he passed by. “Hang
on buddy, rope’s coming down, now,” Joe yelled so Jarred could hear him, a second
before he tossed one end down the embankment. “Tie off, and we'll pull you up.”
Joe turned his back to feed the rope through one of the eyes on the front of the fire
truck, intending to use it as a makeshift pulley
“The baby’s under my jacket!”
Before Joe could respond, the scene exploded into a fireball.
Mother of God!
Joe froze for several heartbeats, unable to believe what he was witnessing. Vehicles
exploding on an accident scene were Hollywood myth. It rarely happened. Yet what was
left of the car was fully engulfed, and Jarred lay in a fetal position, against the rock wall, unconscious.
A huge chunk of burning debris covered his legs and lower back.
Joe barked orders, even as he grabbed a medic bag, ready to plunge over the edge.
He glanced up at the sound of squealing tires. Cody Johnson . Cody could command the scene from up top and get them the hell out once Joe had Jarred ready to move—he wasn't fucking waiting around for equipment. With a salute of acknowledgment,
Joe bailed over the edge to save a brother.
Joe fought to free Jarred from the debris. His heavy-duty fire turnouts had been ripped
by shrapnel from the explosion. Third degree burns and blood covered most of his back
and legs. But the baby, the perfect little baby, was unharmed. Jarred had curled himself
around her, sheltering her with his body.
With the help from the crew of a second engine company, Joe was able to get both Jarred
and the baby packaged to travel and top-side in a matter of minutes.
Jarred coded as they loaded him in the ambulance, but they brought him back. “The
baby?” he panted between moans of agony.
“She's fine. You saved her. Just relax.”
Jarred nodded once.
Joe glanced at Cody as he rechecked Jarred's vitals. Joe slammed fluids in as fast
as the large bore IV would let him, to partially compensate for the extensive blood
Jarred was losing.
“Did someone go get Jess?” He wasn't willing to say it out loud, but Jarred's odds
weren't good.
Before Cody could answer, Jarred said, “No. Don't let her see me like this. Tell
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