Captain Maya Bishop gripped the steering wheel, her eyes locked on the slick pavement. Beside her sat Andy Herrera, her mind racing through the tactical layouts of the docks they were speeding toward. A massive fire had broken out at a chemical warehouse by the waterfront, and dispatch had just upgraded it to a three-alarm emergency. 🔥 The Crucible at the Waterfront
"I'm okay, Andy," Sullivan's voice crackled back, strained. "But the ceiling blocked the exit. I'm cut off from the watchman's door. You have to go around through the loading bay!"
Suddenly, a massive structural beam groaned above them. A deafening crack echoed through the cavernous space as a section of the ceiling collapsed, separating Andy and Sullivan with a wall of burning debris. ⏳ Racing Against the Clock Station 19 (2018)2018
"Control room should be right behind this firewall!" Sullivan called out over the roar of the blaze.
Andy dragged the man onto a rescue tarp just as a low rumble shook the entire building. The chemicals were reaching critical temperature. Captain Maya Bishop gripped the steering wheel, her
"We are coming out! Clear the loading dock!" Andy shouted into her comms.