Maru Planes: Fire & Rescue Novels & Stories

Maria comforted the little boy, soothing his pounding heartbeat. The intensity of the flames painted an ominous scene against the darkening sky, heightening the urgency for rescue. The distant wail of sirens grew louder, a glimmer of hope approaching the fiery ordeal. As the flames were quenched and the wreckage lay subdued, the rescue team worked diligently to extract Dean from the car. But the chief stared at the burnt body, glancing away from the sight and decided to approach Maria and young Daniel with a heavy heart, his expression conveying the somber news with the confirmation of the medics.

Marlie pleaded, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to break free from their grasp. "Ma'am, the fire is spreading. It's too dangerous to enter," the firefighter urged, attempting to guide her away from the danger. Despite her desperate pleas, Marlie's tears and anguish could not sway their resolve. It was too much pain for her. She sank to her knees, eyes welling with sorrow and helplessness. "Please, let me reach my babies..." She hoped someone would listen to her and help her save her babies, but she felt deserted; no one was helping her.

And despite the maze of motion, Irwin Burke didn't seem to have any difficulty finding his way without someone driving over his toes. Somewhere halfway in the middle of the bay stood a few small fighters coloured in white with red-bands. Though he was not familiar with the type, Trune could see that the white vessels were of an older type than the grey and sleeker ones, which were more numerous in the hangar. All were significantly smaller than his trusty old Fury, a mere 9 meters, which gave him serious doubts. "Is that my plane? Isn't it a bit small"

"Cutter Vigilant, this is Sector Miami Command. State status on Search and Rescue Grid Alpha." Captain Miller looked down at me, his eyes heavy with solemn finality. He reached for his shoulder mic, clicking the button. "Sector Miami, this is Vigilant," Miller spoke into the mic, his voice echoing across the silent deck. "Primary search grid yield is negative. Recovery operations yield only charred hull debris and minor personal effects. No survivors are located." He paused, looking out over the black, burning water one last time before delivering the death sentence that shattered my world into a million bleeding pieces.

POV: Adrian Vale I drive fast. Reckless. The river lies behind us. The warehouse waits ahead. Mara’s phone is pressed to her ear. She keeps redialing. No answer. “Jenna,” she says. “Jenna, pick up. Pick up.” The line connects. “Mara.” Jenna’s voice sounds distant. Crackling. “I’m outside. He locked the doors from inside. The smoke is everywhere.” She coughs. “The fire department is coming. But slow. Too slow.”

Set Fire and Burn Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Violence, Murder/Assassination, Strong Language, Sex, Death, Substance Abuse, Dismemberment, Blood/Gore, Mutilation of Corpse, Sexual Assault, Crude Language, Immolation, Imprisonment, Voyeurism, Illegal Activities, Bondage, Prejudice, and Miscarriage. Not all family is blood, some family is found. Wounds take time to heal. Now shut up, sit down, and read this book like a good little mortal.

Bram’s voice barked through the comms: “Evacuating workers—Damn it, more charges inside—Ines, I need exit routes!” “I’m on it,” she snapped, fingers tearing across the keys. The video feeds showed the docks blooming with fire—crates bursting, cranes collapsing, smoke rolling in thick waves. “Casualties?” Liora demanded. “Not yet,” Bram said. “But we won’t keep it that way if we don’t move fast.” Varian stepped into the room at full stride, coat half-off his shoulders, expression carved from pure command. “What happened?” Liora didn’t sugarcoat. “Raids. Coordinated. Marcelli assets are burning.”

, she concluded and as they were still chatting on the phone, a news popped out on the tv. The news was about a plan crash, the name of the plane and the time of departure were mentioned as well. It occurred to them all that Bruno was supposed to be a victim of the plane crash as that was his flight. Bruno grew goosebumps, he wondered what had saved him from venturing into that plane, was it Enola, was it Clinton, did Alexia knew that the plan will crash before cancelling, was it the traffic? All these were going on in his head before a call entered his phone and it was Alexia.

Marcus easily managed to sneak Jessica onto a fighter-bomber. There were more helicopters than bombers and fighter jets on the island. Mr. Marcus carefully surveyed the options and saw only one bomber, one fighter jet, and one fighter-bomber, with the fighter jet being a nighttime variant. He quickly decided to go with the fighter-bomber. He figured there were probably many more bombers in the underground warehouse, otherwise, there would be an Italian military base on a nearby island, so they had to act fast. Mr. Marcus had received flight training during his time with the Ghost Gang. He could fly regular planes, fighters, and bombers. He was very familiar with operating these single-seat f

I ignored her. “We have a private airport that we use for emergencies.” Niccolo looked at Primo. “Can we use it just for today?” Primo nodded. Marina covered her face. “I’m not leaving this car.” I looked at her. “Stop being so sulky. I’m trying to make you enjoy your stay here.” She didn’t look at me. She crossed her arms and looked outside the window. “So Luna, do you know how to fly a plane?” Niccolo asked. I shook my head.