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Kelly Severide: Hey!
Hadley: Severide. How are you, buddy?
Kelly Severide: I'm okay. Can't complain.
Hadley: Good. Can I get you a beer?
Kelly Severide: Oh, no. I'm good. I'm good right now. Thanks.
Hadley: So what brings you around my stomping grounds?
Kelly Severide: Well, I was looking for you, actually.
Hadley: Oh, yeah?
Kelly Severide: Yeah. I was just thinking about some of the fires we fought together. String of arsons on the Westside, barbershop, couple garages, that old Italian restaurant on Diversey. You remember?
Hadley: Vaguely, yeah. You sure you don't want one? I'm gonna order another round.
Kelly Severide: Nah. I'm good, but I'll tell you what. I got your next round.
Hadley: So you came all the way out here just to, uh, reminisce?
Kelly Severide: There's been a bunch of similar fires the last couple weeks. That's what brought back the memories. Reminded me you're a damn good firefighter.
Hadley: Yeah. I appreciate that. I do. But I gotta tell you... steady work has been pretty hard to come by since I got pushed out of 51.
Kelly Severide: Look at me. Is that why you're setting the fires?
Hadley: You think I'm setting the fires? Well... I guess you better prove it.
Kelly Severide: I'm going to.