Fire With Fire Page #4

The gun is. So you have

to trust the gun.

Okay.

- Breathe, line up your target

and squeeze.

That's all you do.

Look at that.

Okay, you are now

officially even hotter.

What?

Kiss me.

- No no no no.

Wait a minute-- another free lesson

and you haven't taught me

anything about firefighting.

Gimme my gun.

Here you go

Well, I don't have my equipment.

And I need a fire, of course.

Come on, tell me something.

I wanna know-- what's your

favorite part about the job,

besides scoring

hot chicks, of course?

That's ridiculous.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yeah right.

You know, I just love being

part of that group.

Going through all the things you go

through just to become a fireman.

Those guys are my brothers.

I consider them family.

So what's it really like?

I don't know,

most calls are routine.

Every once in a while

you get that--

that call where

all hell's breaking loose

and you got a structure

going up with people inside.

To most people it looks like

a blazing monster, but I understand

how it behaves,

how it progresses,

the airflow, the ventilation,

materials, flashpoints,

construction styles.

I know how to get in,

I know how to get out.

I know where I can go. I know

where I can't go. Things like that.

But to the people inside,

all they see is fire and smoke.

You know?

Just heat and blackness.

And sometimes it happens where

that person who's trapped inside--

they don't wanna go.

They panic, they freeze.

Because where I need

to take them

seems a hell of a lot worse

than the spot where they're still alive.

So what do you do?

- I get them to focus on me.

I try to get their eyes.

I try to get their full attention,

even through the mask

and the ventilator.

I say the same thing

every time, no matter what,

because it always works. Kind of like

what you taught me back there.

What do you say?

I say "Trust me.

Do everything that I ask

and I promise you'll stay alive today."

I miss it.

So how long do I have

to be in Long Beach

before I can start calling myself

a California girl?

Oh, here we go.

- Parking karma.

Yeah.

Jeremy, get down!

Stay down, stay down.

No-ooo!

No!

No! Please please!

Two is down, one is up.

It's okay, it's okay.

You'll be okay. Hold on.

I do not have a shot.

Stay with me, stay with me.

Move back.

We're gonna move back, come on.

Come on, come on.

Darren.

- I'm hit, I'm hit.

Stay down.

Hey hey hey. It's okay.

Oh sh*t.

Hey hey he?

Stay with me, come on.

Stay here.

Somebody call 911!

Take a deep breath.

What?

The bullet's in deep.

I'm gonna give you more anesthetic.

What's in the shot?

I can't help you.

You need a trauma surgeon,

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