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“Again!” Harold said, then moved to take the ax from her, still holding the wet cloth over his nose. The smoke was thicker, and she couldn’t hear anything else.
“No way! Seriously, Harold?” she yelled, gesturing for him to back up.
Just then, from beside them, another firefighter kicked in the heavy steel door, nearly splitting the frame she’d been trying to pry open with the ax and moving her aside. All of a sudden, he was there. She’d thought it was Sweeney, but she couldn’t believe it was, in fact, Toby.
“Hey, what are you doing…?” she shouted.
The door crashed open. Inside the concrete room, a fan was running. They all moved inside, Harold already ahead. The man was on a mission, and she heard him yelling, looking around the room. The air seemed clear, not much smoke. It appeare
