Burning Flames Team Captain Novels & Stories

Alex pulled him from the wreckage, dragged him across the concrete, felt the heat of the burning fuel on his back. "The files," the Captain said. His voice was thin, reedy, the voice of a man who had spent his whole life being heard and was now fading into silence. "The video. In the car. I need—" Alex looked back. The sedan was burning. Flames licked at the windows, the roof, the trunk where the Captain had stashed the evidence he thought would save him. The fire was spreading, the fuel igniting, the heat building. He started toward it. Vincenzo's hand caught his arm.

I didn’t say anything, just kept my arm around her waist, holding her up. This was taking too damn long. I could feel the frustration gnawing at the back of my mind, "You got anyone in there now?" "Team's inside, checking rooms," the captain said, nodding toward the building. "We’re moving fast, but it’s a mess in there." I could feel the fear radiating off her, and for once, I didn’t have a damn thing to say that could fix it. I kept my arm locked around her, holding her back, even though I could feel the urge in her to run straight into the flames.

He is the team captain, Lucas Danby. "Mr. Brimworth, I don't like the idea of him being here," Lucas interjects, folding his hands. My eyes rake the room, seeing that the other members agreed. "Who is the leader of this team?" Brimworth is angry. Lucas glanced at me before answering, feeling ashamed. "You, sir," he says in a low tone. "Good," says Brimworth. "Remember your place next time. You're the captain of this team, not the coach. Whoever I put on this team is none of your business," Brimworth yells at everyone.

Just walked forward, the heat biting at my skin. It was clean. Surgical. Whoever did this hadn’t come for chaos. They came to make a point. And I had every intention of returning the favor. I stepped closer to the flames. The heat licked at my face, but I didn’t move. The fire had reached the last container. Sparks popped in the air like gunshots. Black smoke twisted into the night sky. My men stood in a line behind the caution tape, waiting for instructions. None would come. I nodded once at DeSantos, the field captain. His face was tight, jaw clenched, but he knew better than to open his mouth.

She was clearly handing out my death sentence. The other team members' voices burst into the channel, loud and chaotic. "The captain's right. It's too dangerous to go in there now." "Cedric, think of a way to break through and get out by yourself!" "Yeah, you're usually so tough in training, so what's going on with you now? Don't drag the team down over something small." Not one of my teammates, the ones I fought alongside and trusted, spoke up for me. Their words hurt me more than the flames around me. Driven by survival instincts, I reached for the signal gun at my waist, hoping to help someone locate me faster.

, replied the troops. “we are almost there”, added the team captain. “Men, let’s move”. Signal the team leader. The troops continued the journey. Little did they knew they have just entered the other world. From afar, the troops heard the loud sound of gongs, shouting of men and women. The burning fire was also visible. “I think we are here”, Des Stated. “thank God”, sighed Myla. “Men, be ready for unloading”, ordered the team leader. The soldiers positioned themselves and followed the command. The team leader walked towards the burning fire where the tribes were waiting. The troops followed.

I barely cracked my eyes open, squinting at Simon a short distance away. His lips quivered, but no words came out. I surrendered to the pain, closing my eyes as blows rained down, each one burrowing into my bones. I could not even muster the energy to feel hatred. 'Simon, we're done for good,' I told myself. Nicole's wails crescendoed, finally jolting Simon out of his paralysis. "Stop, just stop! Ella, make them stop!" Simon barked. Ella reluctantly gestured for the beating to end.

To the absolute, paralyzing horror of the mercenary captain, the bright orange fire on the roof didn't spread—it turned a deep, ghostly silver, the heat violently dying out as the flames were literally frozen into solid, crystalline shards of glowing ice. The captain stared at his torch, the flame snuffing out into a trail of white smoke before it could even touch the oil barrel. "What... what are you?" he whimpered, dropping the useless iron shaft as his knees buckled from the sheer weight of her divine pressure. Before he could even hit the wooden floorboards, a massive, ink-black shadow descended upon the porch like a meteor.

When Jared heard what I said, he angrily shouted, "That's enough, Kaitlyn Jensen! How many more people will you involve in this? "I know the people at the fire departments and the emergency response teams near your location. If you call and bother them, I'll show you the consequences of lying!" As Jared hung up, Officer Zeller was furious. "I don't believe that the leader of an emergency response team has that much power!" Saying that, he used his phone to call a bunch of different numbers. I sighed. Jared did indeed have that much influence. After all, he had worked at all the nearby fire departments before, but he never got promoted, no matter how much time passed. He only resigned after b

she screams with her eyes turning red as flames are burning in them. I watch her crash out while I'm in fulfilment. I mean, “the majestic Madeline is crashing out right before me, I win a trophy” I waited for this day for a long time. This is so much fun. “You're frolicking with flames, and you're close to your journey of getting burnt little girl” she cautions in vileness with obvious flames burning through her eyes, I mean, I can see them. And I know what she's capable of doing.