Kate!
He ran to her form and grabbed it. She was out cold, her boots and bottoms of her pants singed with flame. He lifted her easily and threw her over his shoulder. He sprinted back towards the police car and gently laid her down on the ground, far out of danger. A crowd was gathering.
“Help the driver!” someone screamed.
Jesse was running back to the car, unsure of what he was going to do. He didn’t have any gear. Didn’t have a suit. He knew if he didn’t do something, whoever was driving that car was going to die.
The flames were spreading. He was no automotive expert—far from it, as a matter of fact—but years of pulling people from accidents like this had given him a sort of sixth sense as to what had happened. Somehow, the engine had erupted in flames, creating the fireba
