VOLUME TWO:TANK
Blaze
“Dispatch, this is thirty-two, thirty-two show us en route to the call for the vehicle collision at the bottoms," I notify our intent to respond as my partner Logan and I make our way to the call that came over the radio moments before. We're not far away, five minutes on the curvy backroads. I hang on as Logan hits a pothole that's gotten worse after the brutally hot summer we had.
“Damn county needs to fix these roads," I gripe as I brace my hand above my head to keep from hitting the roof of the ambulance.
The radio cackles as dispatch comes through with more information about the scene we're headed toward. “Be advised we're hearing now it's an officer who's been involved in the collision. They've requested the fire department bring in the jaws of life."
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