[POV: Jack Monroe]

"Check the thermal signatures again, Pete, and don't tell me there's too much smoke to see! If she’s under that rubble, I’m digging her out with my bare hands!"

Jack Monroe stood amidst the skeletal, flaming remains of the warehouse, his silhouette a dark, jagged contrast against the orange inferno. The explosion had leveled the central structure, sending a plume of black soot and debris into the Meristate sky. Jack’s tactical vest was shredded, his face streaked with oil and blood that wasn't his own, but his eyes—once a calculated, cool blue—were now burning with a predatory, terrifying light. He didn't feel the searing heat of the...