How Did The Fire Start In Big Hero 6 Novels & Stories

"I have gathered all the statements from the warriors who were on duty last night, and none of them reported seeing any suspicious outsiders. As for the slaves, they also claimed that no one passed through the hallway leading to your working station during the night." His voice remained steady and composed, delivering his report with the calm efficiency expected of someone in his position. "Therefore," he continued. "We have found no other plausible cause for the fire. It appears to have been triggered by a candle that was accidentally left lit on top of the desk. The fire first consumed the papers, and from there, it spread quickly... especially since the window was left open, allowing the

“You brought this here, Kai! You brought her here!” Kai’s jaw tightened, his chest rising and falling with rough, angry breaths. “You think I’d risk my own life to play your twisted blame games?” “Don’t you dare twist this on me,” Zane snapped. “That fire, the breach, it started the second your damn security override connected to her signal. You gave that thing access!” “I didn’t bring the fire,” Kai shot back, his voice like steel cutting through the chaos. “It was her, the clone, she triggered the ignition sequence when she broke into the main core!”

He pulled out a cool drink for Sienna and poured himself and Declan a glass of whiskey. “So, how did that fire start anyways?” Ryan asked and noticed a minor burn scar on Declan’s wrist. The news said everyone got out before the fire spread, so how did Declan burn? He didn’t cook or work with his hands. It made Ryan wonder if there was something more to the story. “Like you heard, there was a short circuit.” The billionaire replied and glared at Ryan. His cold, dark blue eyes made him stop asking questions, so he started the tour.

My stomach dropped when I saw Poseidon with his left hand badly burned. Erika came out right behind him, sobbing. I couldn't stop her from climbing into the ambulance with him. “Nesh, what’s going to happen to us?" One of my former coworkers grabbed my arm, crying. "My kids,...How am I supposed to feed them? It’s all gone.” They said the fire started suddenly on the second floor. The authorities claimed it was because of improperly stored combustible chemicals, but I doubted that. The staff always kept the samples properly contained. There weren’t even that many samples. It shouldn’t have been enough to cause a fire like this.

"What I mean is, I don't want them to think we would keep quiet, cross our arms, and wait for the next attack. Have him send the police to their doorsteps and disband their little club. That will send that witch to the streets for now." "What exactly happened." Victor asked as Harvey and Elijah got on their feet and walked out of the office to make the calls they were ordered to make. Dante finally glanced at me again. "The fire started at the top floor, and apparently, it didn't take much for the fire to spread. Even the sprinkler wasn't able to stop it. Half of the building is crisped." Dante replied. My heart jumped into my throat, trying to chock me out and black the oxygen from entering

So it made no sense for it to suddenly catch on fire. "Exactly what I've just said," mum said, looking just as puzzled as I felt, "We heard the baby crying, I rushed into the room, and just as I grabbed the baby to go, there was a whoosh. Next thing, your table was burning and the flames spreading fast. Almost like someone had poured gasoline everywhere. It took the fire fighters several back up trucks to even get the fire slightly under control." I glanced over at Kael, mind racing and saw that he was already looking at me. I wasn't a mind reader, but at that moment, I could swear that we were both thinking the same thing.

Mom and Dad were deeply concerned about the progress of the investigation—after all, catching the murderer was directly tied to how soon they'd receive compensation. So, Leo contacted a police officer he knew and got a copy of the case report. They flipped through the photos—crime scene images, pictures of the corpse. My charred body was exposed right in front of them. As a firefighter, Dad immediately identified that the fire had started from the body itself, and he knew that the accelerant used could reach temperatures of up to 750℉ in an instant.

Smith asked. “They already crossed the city borders. So that means they are on their way back to their Pack.” I exhaled, going weak in the knees in relief. Smith caught me, holding me pinned to his body. It was a million and one rule broken. Not just by Dawson. But by Rick Taylor and Dawson's clique. It's fine, I guess. As long they're alive. “Do you know what started the fire?” Brian asked. Yeah, that part was weird too. “There was a time bomb in the vehicle. We don't know how it got in there but whoever did it…”

Even though I knew she was safe with my parents an unreasonable fear that if I weren't keeping watch over her twenty-four seven something would go wrong, grabbed me by the balls. When her dad first told me that the fire had started in her room, I'd convinced myself that it was just a coincidence. I was certain that it was faulty wiring, or something silly, like the girls had tried to roast marshmallows on the bed or some shit. Anything other than what had actually been found. Even after seeing the evidence with my eyes I'd still refused to accept. But there was no arguing with the experts.

“We got it contained before it spread upstairs. You’re lucky.” Lucky? Was that what this was? Because all I could hear was the high-pitched scream of a fire alarm trying to fight flames with sound. All I could think was...how? “What happened?” Rosa asked behind me, voice trembling but strong. The firefighter adjusted his helmet. “Early signs say electrical. Maybe faulty wiring near the espresso machine. Could’ve been smoldering for hours before it caught.” My mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “That doesn’t make sense,” I said quietly. “I always turn it off. I check it twice. You can ask her.” I gestured to Rosa, who nodded immediately.