For the next forty-five minutes, they waged war. Lucy typed into every streaming service known to man. Eddie searched on three different browsers, including one that was just a purple dinosaur icon that he claimed was "for the dark web of comedy."
"What did you say?"
They were found.
Grainy. Unstable. And there they were: the crew of Station 24, hosing down a giant inflatable flamingo while arguing about who had to clean the "protein spill" in bunker gear.
Standing under the flickering bay light was a man in a rain-soaked delivery driver uniform. He held a single VHS tape in a clear plastic case. Searching For- Tacoma FD S04e01 In-
Eddie’s jaw unhinged. "That's not a real title."
Lucy leaned back, Eddie tossed her a bag of stale chips, and for twenty-two glorious minutes, they weren't firefighters. They weren't bored. They weren't searching. For the next forty-five minutes, they waged war
"…Maybe," Lucy said.