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    Into The Flames (Chapter 7)

    She taped the “Philly arsonist” card to the paper and slipped into the mailbox of Captain Tasha Williams. She couldn’t wait to see the reaction on the woman’s face.

    She hid in the alley as Tasha emerged from her apartment, clad in her firefighter blue dickies and baby blue tucked in shirt. Tasha opened her mailbox and the first thing she saw was the arsonist’s letter. She opened it curiously and her eyes widened.

    Hurriedly she jumped into her car and drove away, presumably towards the station. The arsonist sighed, “she’s probably gonna meet up with Bette and Shane to discuss it.” The arsonist smiled to herself, evidently she was a great stalker as well. She followed those who a threat to her, knew where they lived, and knew how to burn down those places if she felt they needed a lesson.

    She had remembered 10 years ago, in the midst of her training, one of the firefighters who had been training in New York almost caught her master. Her name was Dana. The arsonist would have taught her a lesson had she not died in the twin towers attack. It was almost beautiful when a month ago she had discovered that Dana’s daughter was dancing in the studio she was about to burn down. It would have been the revenge beyond the grave.

    Then of course, Tasha had to go an save her.

    “I guess she needs a lesson,” the arsonist said to herself chuckling evilly. She walked to the fire escape on the side of the building and climbed up to Tasha’s balcony. She was wearing a hoodie that obscured her from view of any witnesses. She broke the window with a hammer she had concealed in her jacket and stepped inside the house slowly. She went directly to the stove and turned on all the gas on high.

    The strong smell of gas quickly filled the room and the arsonist rushed out of the room. She went back to the balcony and set the curtains on fire. Hurriedly, she threw her card down on the balcony and ran down the fire escape. She had crossed the street and blended in with the crowd when Tasha’s apartment exploded loudly. The neighboring apartments had quickly caught fire and chaos ensued.

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