The heat in Ferry Island didn't just rise, it multiplied. It became a physical weight, thick and heavy, mixing with the sudden, sharp tension of two thousand soldiers drawing their breaths almost at once. The air tasted of salt, old metal, and the impending scent of ozone.
A united team of Ferry Island fighters and Fortress four squads had rushed to the entrance of the town, to keep Emily's soldiers from invading. It would buy time for Sunshine's people to continue their search and recovery of the missing children while the rest dealt with the enemy.
As the two armies faced off, the temperature jumped, making the horizon shimmer and dance. Every breath felt like inhaling steam from a boiling pot. For those without solar suits and other means of protecting themselves from the sun, it was hell.
