The siren was unlike anything Julie could remember. Logically, through groggy thoughts, she knew that sometime in her past – probably when she was a firefighter, if she thought about it hard enough – she was probably used to the sound of the siren waking her.
She didn’t know how that was even possible. Opening her eyes, Julie knew that the siren was the worst sound possible. It hurt her head, made her want to scream, and everything else under the sun to take her anger out.
But just the same she flung her blankets off of her, maybe a little bit slower than the rest of the crew, but she did it just the same. Then she jumped out of her bunk, wiping sleep from her eyes, with the rest of the department.
Gold was already at the lockers, yelling, “We’ve got a call! Got another fire depart
