Double Trouble Hotshots -

Carlos’s heart clenched. The north draw was a box canyon. If the fire was circling, it meant the oxygen was being sucked out. They had maybe ninety seconds.

The crew was legendary for two reasons. First, their roster featured two sets of identical twins: the Reyes brothers, Carlos and Diego, and the O'Brien sisters, Finn and Sasha. Second, their unorthodox tactic of working in perfectly synchronized pairs allowed them to cut firelines at nearly twice the speed of a standard crew. They didn't just fight fire; they danced with it. double trouble hotshots

“Finn and I will hold the secondary ignition point,” Sasha O’Brien’s voice crackled. “We’ll buy you thirty seconds.” Carlos’s heart clenched

Carlos knew he couldn’t argue. The O’Briens had an uncanny sense—a sixth sense—for the fire’s rhythm. They moved as one, breathing the same air, reading the same thermal cues. He gave the order. They had maybe ninety seconds

“Negative, Sasha,” Carlos replied. “That’s a suicide stand.”

“It’s a tactical delay,” Finn cut in, her tone identical to her sister’s. “We have the pulse. We’ll see you at the rendezvous.”