“Lia, what’s the status on the sand storm?” Heads turned towards the man who spoke, following his voice as they could not hear in the darkened room.
“The winds don’t seem to be dying, we can’t do anything but wait it out. There’s no way anyone could get in without their wings getting clogged. Are you all okay?”
“Yeah, we picked up a girl, little information but she looks to be about eight, says her parents were killed by debris. We’re in a basement on union square east, the door’s firmly sealed.”
“Alright, stay put ‘til we can get a team out to you, or make it out yourselves.”
“Copy.” Max closed over his telecomm, head knocking lightly against the wooden panel it dropped onto, a sigh escaping his lip