Well, the introduction of the two new Rescue Bots, police dog, and animal control went good, except when Abby's saddle fell off with Jackie still in it! Luckily, Jackie had her helmet on.

Five minutes after Jackie told everyone she was fine, First Aid got his first mission. A little kid fell out of a tree.

When Dani and First Aid arrived at the scene, along with K-9 because he jumped in and they were his ride home, everyone stared in awe as First Aid's medic programing determined if the little boy had broken anything, which he had not, it was only a few bruises.

It wasn't too long after that, First Aid had to go to another emergency, this one was bad. Heatwave and Kade were there when they arrived. Apparently, the guy thought it was a good idea to get rid of his gopher problem with TNT, dynamite. The guy was lucky to be alive.

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Jackie was on a trail ride with Abby to get away from the people who thought she was weird, well, she didn't know anyone yet, but she knew people were going to tease her with annoying songs just so they could get a reaction from her. Abby stopped.

"What's up?" Jackie asked.

"We're not alone," Abby said.

Jackie looked around. "H-hello?" she called out.

Silence.

"Let's go back," Jackie said.

"Yes, let's," Abby agreed.

As they walked back, a young man, probably 20, was watching them, to be more exact, Abby, the Quarter Horse. The young man had glasses, a mustard hoodie, brownish-blackish hair, jeans, sneakers, a mute, and a criminal history. His name was Evan. He always loved horses, his parents used to run a riding center. But when he was eight the riding center caught fire, his mother died in it, the horses ran off into the nearby forest, and he was kicked in the larynx by a part draft horse. At home, after the fire, his father became an alcoholic and beat him and his brother. He ran out of the house once to get help for his brother when his father grabbed Myles, Evan's twin, by the hair and dragged him down to the basement. Thankfully, Myles survived, but they had to be put into foster care. They we're put in a good home. 10 years later, they returned to the island, but Myles had become a crook. Not wanting to have his only family member he had het hurt, he accompanied his brother in most crimes.

"Evan!" a voice sharply, but a bit soft, said.

Evan sighed and walked 30 feet to the makeshift camp he made.

"Got any food?" the voice said. It was Myles.

Evan did some digging in his pockets and pulled out some berries. He gave them to his twin who gobbled them up. Evan inwardly sighed. If his brother had only listened to him then he wouldn't be tending to him like a nurse. He knew his brother wasn't stupid enough to try and steal a tractor, which had broken Myles' leg. He wanted his brother to go to a hospital, but Myles said, "NO!", like always. They've been hiding in the woods for two weeks now and Myles had started a fever. Evan feared his twin would die.

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"So how'd you get that scar?" Heatwave asked.

"I-I don't want to talk about it," First Aid said, "I-it's personal."

"Look, if you're scared that someone will hurt you, talk to me, Chroma, or Optimus, okay?"

"Okay. I'm afraid you'll hit me."

Heatwave was shocked. "I'd never hit you, that's a promise!"

"You sound angry a lot."

"Really?"

"Yep,"

And with that, First Aid headed to his room.