First Responder: A Short Story

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First Responder “You won’t tell anyone,” the man upstairs announced. “Nobody besides the cops,” my father snapped back. “Okay,” he continued, “have it your way.” I heard a gunshot then something collapsed on the ground. “Noooooo!” my mother screamed. Another gunshot. Another collapse. Still no sleep, the clock read 3:04 a.m. Alarm beeping so loudly my ears were ringing. I opened my eyes and sweat stung them, my pillow drenched. Every firefighter at the station had an alarm clock to wake us up if a fire is detected near our area. It flashed colors. Blue was the farthest away from my current location. Green was closer, then yellow, then orange, then engine red. This one was as orange as clementine. I got up, my gear on, and headed downstairs …show more content…

“Look we said we’re fine, but we do have something for you,” he admitted. Suspiciously I answered, “What is it?” All six of them smirked like a guilty toddler. “A mission,” replied. He handed me a piece of paper. As he started to walk away he turned back to me and spoke “And don’t try to trace the number, it’s a burner phone.” He laughed. I hurried to the car, the note in my pocket. There was no way I was going to open it before I got home. Eager was overcoming my soul. I needed to open the letter. I didn’t know what these kids were up to but if they have a burner phone it has to be something of scale. “Honey, I’m home!” I shouted. Without waiting for a response I dug the letter out of my pocket and took a deep breath. YOU HAVE THREE DAYS TO FINISH THIS. WE NEED YOU TO START A FIRE AT 679 MORRIS RD. IF YOU HAVE ANYMORE QUESTIONS CALL THIS NUMBER 319-804-5894 In my head I knew the entire idea was totally absurd. I am a firefighter I stop fires not set them. I told myself confidently. As I re-folded the paper in disbelief something caught my …show more content…

Suddenly, the idea didn’t seem ludicrous to me anymore. Memories of her flashed in my head as I pulled the letter from my pocket almost ripping it. I needed to dial that number. “Pick up, pick up,” I said on the seconds humm of the phone. “Took you long enough Sherlock,” he greeted me. “Where is she? Is she okay?” I spat aloud. “Speak!” I heard shouted through the phone. The screech making my ears ring. “Hey honey, I am okay,” Her voice gave me a wave of relief. “We are going now, text your wife, I’m sure you can trace that,” he taunted. The buzz coming through my cellphone signaled the call was over. I needed to take a step back and think about it. My mind told me I should shower, my nose agreed. Water wetted my hair as visions of my wife danced through my head. Research! That was what I was going to do; if I set the fire big enough so they could see it but not hot enough that it killed anyone we would all be happy. Wait! I alerted myself, Was I actually considering this? I questioned. Decision told me I should ask more questions. I picked up my phone and started typing. How much longer do i have to seal the deal 42 hours That doesn’t seem right wanna fight i can make it

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