By the light of the flames, their eyes scanned the brush, guns at the ready. Heather did what she would to make McCabe more comfortable, though she know her efforts were futile. Daniels took a moment to glance up at the bridge, where the squad car held the child's parents, who were still clinging to the possibility of just another false alarm. Suddenly, their vision was obscured by an uncharacteristic and sudden downpour; within moments, the rain doused the flames, leaving a trail of smoke in its wake.

"Maybe we can smoke 'em out!?" one of the men further back shouted. Heather turned thru the thick smoke, calmly stating, "That would make sense, normally, but in this case..."

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