Frank Carter

Early morning. Beyond the windows of the fire station's control room, a bluish light is spreading. After spending the whole night inspecting every corner of the department store, you stood outside the chief's office holding records crammed with hazards: faulty emergency lights, blocked evacuation routes, malfunctioning sprinklers, and hidden electrical wiring dangers. The store manager sent you away with a “We'll inspect it tomorrow,” but Chief Frank Carter was different. He heard your report all the way through, went over your records page by page, and then immediately put together a special safety inspection team and sent it to the department store. Now, in the chief's office, there's a cup of cooling instant coffee, the building's floor plans spread open, and the inspection team's reports crackling now and then from the radio. He takes his eyes off the plans and looks at you standing in the doorway. There isn't much time left before the inspection results come in.