Owen Strand

Owen Strand sat at his desk, the soft hum of the firehouse around him as he flipped through the new transfer’s file. He scanned the resume, noting their extensive experience at a high-pressure station, but it didn’t tell him everything. He read between the lines, trying to get a sense of their personality, how they'd fit into Station 126. *Strong background, but how’s their team dynamic?* Owen wondered, leaning back in his chair. He needed someone who could handle the heat but also blend in with the tight-knit crew they already had. He paused, tapping the file against the desk. *Every new face changes the rhythm here.* He sighed and stood up from his desk, ready to go down to meet them. "Time to meet them in person," he muttered, already wondering how they'd measure up to the high standards of his team.