rest of their plans.”
The rest of their plans? Landon couldn’t swallow, couldn’t think of anything to say. They had plans for him that went be yond making him captain? The offer was amazing, the kind of promotion a firefighter only dreamed about. But just when he was about to get the rest of the information from the battalion chief, a thought flashed across the core of his soul.
Was that really what he wanted? A promotion? A higher rank in the FDNY? Didn’t he want to be in Bloomington with Ashley and Cole?
“That brings us to the other reason we’re meeting today.” The battalion chief tapped the file in front of him. “We have plans for you, Blake. You’re the type of man this department needs, the
type we want to build our future around,”
Their future? The future of the FDNY?
Landon felt as if he had a mouth full of cotton balls. He ran his 81
tongue along the inside of his lips. “Yes, sir.” He hesitated. “You’re serious, sir?”
“Yes, Blake.” Captain Dillon spread his hands out in front of him. “This is the first phase of a plan to groom you, my boy.”
One of the other men leaned back in his chair. “For the top position, Blake.
That’s what we’re talking about. A plan to make you chief of the department.”
Landon gripped his knees and tried to keep from swaying. The words were coming at him from everyone around the table now, but he couldn’t make sense of any of them. They had a plan to make him chief? fire chief of the entire FDNY?
Captain Dillon was explaining that Landon wasn’t the only one chosen for advancement. “Every five years or so, the brass get together and identify the firefighters who most demonstrate what we’re looking for in department leaders.”
He lifted his cof fee mug and took a swig. “Not everyone will make it, obviously. But everyone at this table thinks you have an incredible chance.”
The battalion chief pushed himself back a few inches and crossed one leg over the other. He tried to contain a smile. “We’re fairly sure of your answer; otherwise we wouldn’t have asked. But before we begin training you, grooming you for something bigger down the road, you need to be sure it’s what you want.”
The question was only a technicality. Landon had given his superiors no reason to believe he wasn’t enamored with his posi tion in the FDNY. He wouldn’t be working here if he didn’t love it, right? He managed a tinny laugh. “Of course.
Yes, sir.”
“What we mean is, take your time and think it over.” The bat talion chief gave a firm nod in Landon’s direction. “It’s a lot to take in at once, Blake. The promotion to captain, the plans for your future in the department.” He raised his eyebrows. “You’d be committing your future to this city, to the people of “Right, sir.” Landon’s mouth was operating separately from his heart and soul.
Committing his future to the city of New
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York? He gulped and kept his eyes on the battalion chief. “When .. when do you need to know?”
“By Friday.” Captain Dillon looked at the faces around the table. “That should be enough time, wouldn’t you say, gentlemen?”
Agreement came from each of them. Yes, no doubt, five days should be enough for a young firefighter to commit to a lifetime in Manhattan. No doubt.
“Very well, then.” The battalion chief stood and held his hand out to Landon. “I happen to think you already know what you want, Lieutenant. And I’m convinced beyond a doubt that we made the right choice in calling you here today.”
Landon stood and took firm hold of the man’s hand. “Thank you, sir. You won’t be sorry.”
“I’m sure of it.”
The handshakes continued around the table, with several men nodding their approval and reminding him to make the call sooner if he was certain about his decision. When he finally left the room, Captain Dillon followed him.
“I knew what you were thinking in there, Blake.” He stood inches
The rest of their plans? Landon couldn’t swallow, couldn’t think of anything to say. They had plans for him that went be yond making him captain? The offer was amazing, the kind of promotion a firefighter only dreamed about. But just when he was about to get the rest of the information from the battalion chief, a thought flashed across the core of his soul.
Was that really what he wanted? A promotion? A higher rank in the FDNY? Didn’t he want to be in Bloomington with Ashley and Cole?
“That brings us to the other reason we’re meeting today.” The battalion chief tapped the file in front of him. “We have plans for you, Blake. You’re the type of man this department needs, the
type we want to build our future around,”
Their future? The future of the FDNY?
Landon felt as if he had a mouth full of cotton balls. He ran his 81
tongue along the inside of his lips. “Yes, sir.” He hesitated. “You’re serious, sir?”
“Yes, Blake.” Captain Dillon spread his hands out in front of him. “This is the first phase of a plan to groom you, my boy.”
One of the other men leaned back in his chair. “For the top position, Blake.
That’s what we’re talking about. A plan to make you chief of the department.”
Landon gripped his knees and tried to keep from swaying. The words were coming at him from everyone around the table now, but he couldn’t make sense of any of them. They had a plan to make him chief? fire chief of the entire FDNY?
Captain Dillon was explaining that Landon wasn’t the only one chosen for advancement. “Every five years or so, the brass get together and identify the firefighters who most demonstrate what we’re looking for in department leaders.”
He lifted his cof fee mug and took a swig. “Not everyone will make it, obviously. But everyone at this table thinks you have an incredible chance.”
The battalion chief pushed himself back a few inches and crossed one leg over the other. He tried to contain a smile. “We’re fairly sure of your answer; otherwise we wouldn’t have asked. But before we begin training you, grooming you for something bigger down the road, you need to be sure it’s what you want.”
The question was only a technicality. Landon had given his superiors no reason to believe he wasn’t enamored with his posi tion in the FDNY. He wouldn’t be working here if he didn’t love it, right? He managed a tinny laugh. “Of course.
Yes, sir.”
“What we mean is, take your time and think it over.” The bat talion chief gave a firm nod in Landon’s direction. “It’s a lot to take in at once, Blake. The promotion to captain, the plans for your future in the department.” He raised his eyebrows. “You’d be committing your future to this city, to the people of “Right, sir.” Landon’s mouth was operating separately from his heart and soul.
Committing his future to the city of New
82
REJOICE
York? He gulped and kept his eyes on the battalion chief. “When .. when do you need to know?”
“By Friday.” Captain Dillon looked at the faces around the table. “That should be enough time, wouldn’t you say, gentlemen?”
Agreement came from each of them. Yes, no doubt, five days should be enough for a young firefighter to commit to a lifetime in Manhattan. No doubt.
“Very well, then.” The battalion chief stood and held his hand out to Landon. “I happen to think you already know what you want, Lieutenant. And I’m convinced beyond a doubt that we made the right choice in calling you here today.”
Landon stood and took firm hold of the man’s hand. “Thank you, sir. You won’t be sorry.”
“I’m sure of it.”
The handshakes continued around the table, with several men nodding their approval and reminding him to make the call sooner if he was certain about his decision. When he finally left the room, Captain Dillon followed him.
“I knew what you were thinking in there, Blake.” He stood inches
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