Double Trouble Hotshots !!top!! -

“Where are the O’Briens?” Diego shouted over the roar.

The trouble began on the second day. A sudden wind shift, a "firenado" in the making, turned the fire’s flank into its head. The Hotshots were cut off. Their primary escape route, a creek bed, had already been choked by smoke and falling embers.

“It’s a tactical delay,” Finn cut in, her tone identical to her sister’s. “We have the pulse. We’ll see you at the rendezvous.”