“What is this? Some kind of reality show?” Graham yelled. Somehow, he was even more hotheaded than Haley. He’d been that way as long as he’d known him. He wasn’t Alex’s favorite man in the world, and he’d be the first to admit it, but he was a damn good firefighter. He’d pulled more people out of burning buildings than anyone else Alex knew. “I’m not gonna be part of it.”
The rest of the men echoed Graham’s words. A few of the men had been silent: namely Peterson, Norris, and Alex himself.
“I’m sorry,” Sharp said, trying to calm the men down. “It isn’t some kind of reality show.” He paused as someone, Alex thought it might have been Graham again, muttering, “Bullshit,” under his breath. A few men laughed nervously. “It was never supposed to be like that.”
“What was it suppose
