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The hovercraft’s engine coughed black smoke into the amber twilight. Ryan wiped a smear of synthetic oil from his cheek, his fourth pair of goggles already cracked.

“Directly below us. And Mira? Make it fast.” Ryan-s Rescue Squad

, the squad’s whisper—their intel specialist—tilted his head, listening to the silent frequency only he could hear. His eyes went distant, then sharp. “The survivor is a kid. Trapped in a sinkhole three klicks north. Ground is collapsing at a meter per hour.” The hovercraft’s engine coughed black smoke into the

Ryan’s Rescue Squad has a mandatory "Mental Health Mondays." No rescues. No surgeries. Just therapy dogs, group talks, and art therapy. Because you cannot save animals if you are drowning yourself. Ryan-s Rescue Squad