Captain Beatty Fahrenheit 451 Novels & Stories

"Good. Anthony, you should go with them. I want both of you somewhere public. That would be safer. Hospitals have security, witnesses, and cameras." "What about you?" "I'm going to look around, and see what the investigators find out. Someone wanted to send a message tonight. I need to understand what they're telling me." The fire chief was an old man named Captain Garett who had seen his own fair share of arson cases. His thick mustache was filled with ashes, and his eyes were tired but they carried the wisdom of someone who had spent decades watching things burn. "This was definitely intentional," he told me as we walked around the building, stepping carefully over the debris around and av

Rayden's heart skipped a beat. He'd been caught. The captain below continued, his calm yet menacing voice echoing in the empty corridor, creeping up through the ventilation grate. "Show yourself," he said, "Or I will cleanse this entire sector with fire." In the cramped, dusty darkness, Rayden remained motionless. Panic was a luxury he did not have. His mind, forged in danger, worked at lightning speed, analyzing the situation. "Fire?" he thought bitterly. "You'll need more than fire to get me out of here."

And I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever it was, it was connected to The Burning. “I found something out while I was out there,” Ben continued, his voice barely above a whisper now. “Something I didn’t want to believe at first.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” Ben looked around, making sure no one was listening, and then leaned in closer. “One of the soldiers in my unit—his name was Carter—he died in the first wave of attacks during The Burning. But before that, he told me something… something strange.” “What?” Ben’s eyes were intense, his voice low and urgent. “Carter said he’d been in contact with someone here. In New Haven. Before the fires broke out.”

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.

Don’t you think, comrades? ‘Yes, Captain,’ they roared. Captain Casablanca continued, ‘we’ll not destroy their ship, and we must not kill the Prince, but every other person in the ship will die, anybody that comes our way. I will instruct you, when to attack.’ He looked into the binocular, and gave it back to Zealot. ‘Return to your study post, until further instruction.’ He turned to Zealot and Thomas, ‘walk with me.’

A helmet crowned the look sporting numbers Grey couldn't recognize just yet. "Sir, can you hear me!?" The origin of the voice coming to focus Firefighters deep in the battle against the fire consuming a building with steeples. Fire raged higher, a reaction from a shot of water doing the opposite. 'I have to leave! I have to find Thanatos' the words on Grey's lips as he struggled back on his feet. The captain pushing his broad shoulders down, which didn't do much as his towering body glazed in sooth and burnt up clothes had no issues getting up.

Taking a deep breath is even more impossible and I struggle for sips of air. After a second or two, the pain eases up and I'm able to pull up my heavy head. I watch as Atticus approaches, prowling toward me like a big, ghostly cat. I struggle to get to my feet, but stumble back, hitting my head hard against the wall. I feel warm blood roll down my neck. I'm beaten and he knows it. CHAPTER 52 ** Brad ** Man to Man "You had a chance to leave, yet you chose to stay," Atticus says, looking genuinely curious. "Do you love her?"

"New one fights. Media sees that. Fans see that." Christian hung up after last warning. I looked out window. Cameras flashed below. Frenzy raged but I felt right. The apartment quiet now except my thoughts. Captain made choice. Paid price. Ready for whatever came next.