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ATTENTION, ALL UNITS: We are getting reports of a dangerous high-rise blaze ... that's firefighting action ... and the Hm is on the scene! Over!
You barrel through a smoke-filled hallway, feeling your way along the walls. Behind you, the fire roars like a dragon, its breath heavy on your neck and ears, singeing your hair. Flames curl like claws above your head.
You are a firefighter, searching for anyone trapped by the blaze. The swirling smoke and heat play tricks on your eyes and your mind, so you stop. Through the roar of fire, you listen. You shout, but with your ears ringing and your throat scorched, you can't tell who hears.
Should you turn back? Which way to go?
Then the lucky charm that the little girl gave you, the Hm, begins to glow in your pocket. You can't see it, but it flickers against your leg, urging you onward.
You step forward. Behind you, a cloud of flame bursts through the wall, where you stood seconds before!
The ceiling is creaking. Hurry ahead. Through the hallway. Keep moving.
The ceiling beams crash to the floor behind you, spraying white sparks in the air. Hurry!
Then you hear it: soft crying. Coming from a room ahead. The object in your pocket flickers—it's the Hm, leading you forward ...
The Hm#7 From Outer Space: Firejumper! Join the adventure! Subscribe! It's free.
Story by John Mohler Jr. Illustration by Dave Dziedzic
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