The world outside the trailer vanished in a roar of liquid fire. The heat was instantaneous, a blistering wave that hammered against the metal walls and turned the air inside into a suffocating lung-burn of gasoline fumes. Through the open door, I saw the night sky of the lumber yard transformed into a chaotic orange hellscape. The pile of cedar logs ten yards away had become a massive, crackling pyre, the sap inside the wood popping like small-caliber gunfire.
Dax didn't hesitate. He grabbed the heavy fire extinguisher mounted by the door and unleashed a freezing blast of chemical foam, carving a narrow, white path through the flames on the threshold.
"Get in the truck, Mia! Start the engine and prepare to ram the north gate!" Dax roared, his voice cracking against the roar of the fire.
