Officer Bride pointed them to one of the monitors. A camera had finally sighted the trucks, rolling up the mountain. They seemed to be struggling a little. Some were unbalanced, tires almost completely inflated.
Lisha zoomed in and they noticed Morris and Greg pushing the one at the back. Alfred was out there with them, trying to melt the ice, especially the big blocks. The snow was still falling through this, and the wind was strong. It was clawing at the trucks and the men, dragging them off their feet as they struggled to hold on.
"That is not good." Someone said.
Sunshine's heart slammed against her ribs cage; the squad was not going to make it back safely on their own. This was very obvious. Alfred was trying his best, but it seemed to be useless. His fire was a single flame in the middle of a storm of snow and ice. It was flickering, falling apart.
