"Let's roll!" Taren hurried to the bunkroom, pulled on his fire trousers, and slipped the suspenders over his shoulders as he kicked off his shoes. Then he pulled on his boots, slipped into his bright yellow jacket, and grabbed his hat and headed out the door. "Let's go, people!" Taren yelled into the station as he ran out the door and jumped into the passenger side of the fire truck. Erica and Bret jumped in the back.
"We're gone!" Dylan warned everyone as he threw the truck into gear and sounded the horn.
"Ten-seventy-two in progress at 7877 Candy Cane Lane. Suspected people still inside," the dispatch agent's voice resonated over the radio as the fire truck barreled down the road.
"House fire," Taren announced.
Dylan slowed down and blared the horn as they approached a traffic ligh
