As @mariannewest seemed to want more, I shall deliver. :)
.... Letting the remaining tethers tug me back closer into alignment with the rest of the modules, I slipped below the outer rind. I found another 4 tethers. One of the veins had ruptured, and was still spraying its module-feed across the bottom of the blazing module - good. That would help.
A couple quick pulses and the four tethers were snapped. With only 3 left, I should be able to get that one out of the rind now. Swinging back around and grabbing its blazing corpse, I thrust back out. One, then both of the remaining tethers snapped, and the module drifted free, out of the rind.
A quick scan found a couple life signs still active in it. Happily, they were near an outer edge, so it didn't take long to rupture the hull of the module and bag them. Two humans and half-a-dozen pets, looked like - didn't have time to do more analysis than that just now. They'd keep, even if the pets started panicking in the bags - those were tough bags.
Back into the blaze, and lather-rinse-repeat, the other lost module was floating free. Ablative hull still in the upper 70's, so no big problems. No other life signs in the second module.
By now the others had managed to damp down the worst of the kindling, so it didn't look like I'd need to wrestle any more modules tonight. Command had me sitting at the edge of the rind, just in case, but I didn't need to lose more hull.
Once the modules were safed, it was time to pick the firefighters as they resealed their veins and head back to the barn. Always a bittersweet moment, getting back to the barn. Meant no more risk, but also meant I'd have to unjack. Never pleasant, that - getting locked back down into your own meat. Never felt quite real, something I carefully avoided thinking too loudly - they'd yank you from the line if they suspected you got feeling that way.
What's the point of better than normal connectivity if you can't use it? It's sad how people were still so scared of F.S. they'd make sure no one stayed that way long.
So, anyways, back to the barn, and out came the jacks. A shudder, and I wormed my way back out of home, heading back to bed.
There'll be more fires tomorrow, I reminded myself. More time to go home, and to be all of myself again.
I carefully didn't think too much about the new firefighting tools they were talking about bringing out of research. Nightmares are no fun, especially if they're something real.
For the curious - "F.S." is Frankenstein Syndrome - induced sociopathy brought about due to overuse of jack technologies. The protagonist is well along the accepted path to F.S. at this point in the story....