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They heard the sirens before they left Graceland.
They saw the smoke before they got there.
They saw people running out, heard screaming, the firefighters spraying water over the bar, trying to put out the raging fire.
"What's going on?" Briggs asked a man standing nearby.
"Place caught on fire not ten minutes ago. No ones going inside because of how hot it is, but some people are still coming out."
"Briggs, you don't think," Johnny started, looking around at the people gathered along with the rest of the gang from Graceland.
Well, the rest of the gang minus Mike.
"Thanks," Briggs mumbled to the man as he walked away, everyone following him.
"Charlie, call Mike."
Charlie's phone was already in her hand, everyone waiting anxiously, glancing around in search of their friend.
"He's not answering," Charlie reported.
A woman ran out of the smoke an rubble that used to be a doorframe, coughing, and running straight to a group of firefighters near the agents.
"Th-They're t-trap-ped!" the woman shouted at the firefighters I between her coughs.
"What happened?" a firefighter said, fighting to be heard over the sounds around them.
"A man. A man was helping people out. And the roof collapsed. And there's still a few people trapped," the woman said in near hysterics, her arms flying around wildly.
Charlie and Paul made eye contact.
"The man that was helping people... You don't think it was..." Charlie trailed, looking at the high flames.
"Mike," Paul sighed.
"What are we going to do? They're not going in yet! What if he's dead by the time they get to where Mike's trapped?" Paige asked.
Briggs glanced back and forth, taking in his options before saying, "Alright, I have an idea. Johnny, cause a distraction."
Briggs jogged away from the group before Johnny started shouting and trying to get by the firefighters.
With the distraction in place, Briggs shoved his face into his shirt and ran into the front of the bar.
The heat hit him immediately, the sizzling wood around him making it hard to see through the smoke.
"Mike?" He shouted.
"Mike! MIKE!"
"Briggs?" a shout returned.
"Mike! Where are you?"
"Over here! We're in the back!" Mike shouted with a few other voices mixing in with his.
Briggs shuffled through the fires and falling wood while making his way to the back of the bar.
"Mike?"
"Here!"
Briggs located the voices behind a door, but a large beam had fallen and was blocking it from opening.
"Okay, Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"There's a beam in the way. I'm gonna have to move it before I can open the door. Hang on!"
"Yeah!"
Briggs looked around before seeing rags still on the bar and behind it.
With the rags coated in water and in his hands, Briggs quickly grabbed the beam and pulled, making it land on the ground.
He kicked it a few times, getting it out of the way before yelling a warning and kicking open the door, seeing Mike and three others.
"Come on! Hurry!" Briggs shouted.
They all ran to the exit, the two agents taking up the rear of the group, all of them coughing.
When they pierced the outside, running and taking huge breaths, like it could be their last.
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"When you said you had a plan, you could have said you meant running into a burning building!" Charlie glared at Paul.
Mike smirked, Charlie catching it before turning on him.
"And, you, mister. What were you thinking? When there's a fire, you get out. You both could have been really hurt!"
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"Hey, man, I never said thanks," Mike said.
"Nah, it's no big deal," Briggs said.
"It is. Thank you for saving my life, Briggs."
