Captain Eva Rostova—no relation to the pilot, just a common name in a city of heroes—knew fire. She understood its hunger, its voice, a roaring beast that consumed everything in its path. But the inferno at the old Ashton Mill was different. It was too hot, too fast, moving with an unnatural, intelligent fury.“Team Two, we’ve got multiple civilians trapped on the third floor, western wing. The primary stairwell is gone. You’re the only way in,” the radio crackled.Bravery.Eva led her crew through a hellscape of buckling steel and raining embers. They found the civilians—a group of five, including two