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He pulled out his comm and opened the building floor plans, the fire alarm schematics and the electrical network of the building and started to explain Kane the impossible details of how the fire could never have originated the normal way. “My father would adopt you” Kane said as he gazed over schematics. Robert pulled himself to his full height and explained with a boyish enthusiasm, the peacekeeper’s extinguisher truck was a couple of blocks away yet the driver kept flying the wrong way for thirty minutes. The alarm did not sound immediately, which the humans claim to be a…” he paused and flicked through the pages of his small pocked diary, “a servant error” “A server error”, Kane correcte

The fire roared and expanded, licking the part of the car that stayed intact. Sirens and screams wailed in the distance, and realization washed over me like a cold bucket of ice. There was only one person with a red Porsche. I didn’t know when a scream tore out of my lips. “Fumi!”

Her eyes scanned the unfamiliar dashboard, taking in the array of buttons and levers. Sweat mixed with the gasoline on her forehead, stinging her eyes. She blinked rapidly, her fingers slipping as she fought to find the ignition. Suddenly, a rough cough broke the silence inside the cab. Karina whipped around, startled, to see the driver in the back seat, roused from his nap by the commotion. The man blinked groggily, confused by the scene unfolding around him. Karina didn’t wait for an explanation, her voice rising in desperation. “Sir, please help! There’s a fire behind us! If we don’t start the water truck now, everyone’s in serious danger!”

There's another mole. Someone in the FBI is feeding information to our enemies. And if that's true, then the approaching sirens might not be rescue vehicles. I know how many cops are on my payroll. Chances are, they’re happy to sell their services to the highest bidder. The helicopters are getting closer now. I can see searchlights sweeping the area, looking for survivors. Looking for us. In the distance, the first fire trucks are arriving, their lights painting the smoke-filled sky red and blue.

I replied, and added, "What are you?” "I'm Sirri. Please, give me your destination," the system said, and a map appeared on the screen before me. I smiled but chose the option of turning the map off. Sirri added, "Drive safe!” I smirked, “He didn't even consider choosing a feminine car for me.” I stopped the car before the tall building of Merrin Group and tried to cover the hickies on my neck with a scarf before going out in public.

Then Sarah Jo steered the conversation in another direction. “So do you really like being a firefighter?” I nodded, smiling. “I love it.” “Isn’t it scary?” she asked. “I mean, most people run from fires, not to them.” “I mean, if you’re not a little scared, you’re just crazy. Fire is no joke. But being able to help people that way makes up for it. Saving someone’s life, or even just their home and memories, makes it all worth it at the end of the day.”

There was no mixture of any color. On the contrary, the Blood Stone Pack has a mixture of different colors of cars, but it was mandatory that all their cars must have a red sign at the front and the back. This was to identify that the car was from the Blood Stone Pack, and anywhere it's spotted, one can easily tell which pack owns the car. The red signifies the red thick blood, as the first name of the pack was ‘Blood’. Gabriella became speechless as she gazed at Alpha Ryder's convoy waiting outside the pack to be permitted to go to Alpha Austin Radford.

The woman was still coughing several times due to inhaling smoke from the fire in her office. In an instant, the sirens of the fire trucks could be heard wailing on the streets of Chicago heading toward City Hall. Murat's car passed by the fire truck on the road. News helicopters from television stations were also seen flying above Chicago. "I think we should contact Lieutenant Benjamin and Sergeant Rodney after we go to the hospital, Murat!" Emily checked her phone's inbox and read several incoming messages, including one from her father. Murat turned to Emily and replied, "I'll take you to the police station after we leave the hospital, Emily. They're interrogating Senator Gordon Crawford

She had gotten the car up to 55 miles per hour when she saw it. A faint yellow glow in the distance. There was a green outline to it. An unnatural color. It was near where they had escaped from. The closer she got, the more she could see it was a fire. Did that man actually start a fire in his lab to draw attention to himself? No, he wouldn’t allow anyone to know of his evil deeds. He started the fire to lure her out into the opening. She was going to turn the car around to head away from the burgeoning commotion and thought about it quickly, but it was too late. Fire copters were there on the scene. She could see in the distance blue and red lights approaching them fast. It was the police.

Red pouted, "I just wanted to drive not star in fast and furious with it." "You can't drive Red." Sarah palmed her face, "You can't drive to save your life." "I know." She said. "Then why didn't you tell him you couldn't?" Sarah asked, "It would have been very simple." "I didn't want him to have another thing to mock me for." She frowned. "And why did you take the Ferrari knowing you can't drive." Sarah asked her. "Cause driving looked easy! You just start the car move the gear." Red rolled her eyes, "Boom, I crashed the car."