T-159: Viatrix

The roaring flames made hearing the voices shouting between firefighters difficult to catch. Not that the shouting would have helped much. The wall of fire kept reaching skyward. Hungrily consuming the vegetation and debris caught in its path. Instead of pushing the wildfire back, the team had been pushed back, yard by yard. "Where is our backup?!" Trixie yells, taking advantage of a lull in her section of the firewall. "Radio Reports say they got held up about 30 minutes down the road...