Inferno's Gambit

The next morning arrived with an oppressive weight, the sky a dull gray as if the sun itself was reluctant to rise. I stood outside Station 47 for a moment, staring at the faded red letters above the door. A place that was supposed to represent safety, teamwork, and trust. But now, it felt like walking into the lion's den.

I'd been running scenarios in my head since last night, trying to figure out the best approach. Team Coordination and Strategist had carried me through making plans, helping me anticipate danger and lead effectively—but this wasn't just another emergency. This was a hunt. What I really needed was Evelyn's Psychological Insight skill, something sharp enough to cut through lies and facades, to pick apart motives hidden behind tired smiles. But I couldn't risk it. A skill like that would leave traces, evaluators could notice. And if anyone started digging too deep into what I could do, it'd unravel everything. So I'd have to rely on what I had—coordination, tactics, and instinct. It would have to be enough.

I stepped inside, the familiar hum of early shift activity greeting me. Gear being checked, coffee mugs clinking, faint murmurs of exhausted conversation. But beneath it all was a tension—thin, brittle, like a stretched wire ready to snap.

My eyes swept the room instinctively, aided by the faint, calculating buzz of my Strategist skill and the subtle threads of connection from Team Coordination.

Chief Ryan was at the whiteboard, his gruff voice steady as he briefed a small group on emergency protocols. His posture was as firm as ever, but his eyes betrayed the fatigue he tried to mask. He was a rock, holding us together with sheer will.

Logan Pierce leaned against a locker nearby, his trademark easy grin intact as he exchanged light banter with one of the rookies. His laughter felt out of place—too bright against the grim backdrop—but it was genuine. That in itself was strange.

Across the room, David, the paramedic-fireman, meticulously checked the medical gear, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. He was the kind of guy who thrived under pressure, but even he seemed more rigid than usual.

Sasha, a specialist in extinguishing techniques, ran maintenance checks on the hoses and breathing apparatuses. She was sharp, no-nonsense, her focus locked on the equipment like it owed her money.

I scanned each face, searching for cracks in the façade—guilt, deception, anything. But exhaustion painted them all in broad strokes, blurring the finer details.

I needed more.

I approached Logan first. His relaxed demeanor stuck out like a flame in the dark.

"Hey, Pierce," I said, voice steady behind the mask. "You're in a good mood."

He glanced at me, his grin widening slightly. "Why wouldn't I be? We saved lives. That's the job, right? Three fires, zero fatalities. I'd say that's a win."

His answer was smooth, effortless. Too effortless? I couldn't tell. Team Coordination whispered nothing out of place—his connection to the team felt genuine, steady.

I nodded slowly. "Yeah. A win."

But the itch in the back of my mind didn't fade.

The hours dragged on, filled with routine tasks that felt anything but routine. I helped Sasha recalibrate equipment, offered David a hand with the medical kits, even assisted newer firefighters with tactical drills. On the surface, it was about team cohesion. In reality, every move was a calculated observation. Strategist ran in overdrive, analyzing body language, speech patterns, micro-expressions.

But nothing clicked.

I couldn't shake the feeling that the answer was here, right in front of me, hidden beneath layers of exhaustion and routine.

Then it happened.

A sharp chime echoed in my head—a notification, clear and unmistakable.

[Event Quest Available: "District Inferno"]

My breath hitched. I wasn't expecting an event quest so soon since they were almost unheard of in firefighting.

I opened the notification immediately, anticipation coursing through me like electricity.

Objective: Save District 47 from complete devastation.

Reward: ??? (To Be Determined)

I blinked. Question marks? That wasn't normal. I thought rewards were always specified. Rank-ups, skill, keys—something concrete. But this… this was different.

I glanced around, watching as others received the same notification. Their reactions mirrored each other: confusion, surprise, whispered speculation. But not at the lack of a reward, since only I could see them. No, they were confused by their objective and so was I. 

Before the tension could fully settle, a series of sharp, distant explosions ripped through the air.

Everyone froze.

Then the sirens started.

We rushed to the windows instinctively.

Smoke.

Not just from one direction. Everywhere.

Pillars of thick, dark smoke rose across the horizon—east, west, north, south. Like the city itself was exhaling in agony. Flames licked the edges of rooftops in the distance, flickering like malevolent beacons.

David swore under his breath. Sasha's knuckles turned white as she gripped the window frame. Chief Ryan's jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the infernos with the cold precision of a man calculating impossible odds.

But it was Logan's face that caught my attention.

For the first time, his smile was gone.

I couldn't tell if it was fear. Or something else.

The mastermind wasn't hiding anymore.

They were making their move.