face indicates that there is some sort of positive reception and he pulls his shoulders back, sniffs his nose clear of the mess created by the tears and rain. His body language telling Steve more than words could ever hope to. The boy was strong, mentally at least. He’d need to be.
The wind howls as they turn and aim through the blinding rain towards the crack in the rocks where the entrance to the bunker is hidden away. There was a bit of climbing to do but as soon as it was done they’d be somewhere warm, dry and well lit. Refuge in the storm.
Rob, Riley and four of the guards assigned to Trinity sprint down the tracks towards the platforms at Connolly. The wind is ferocious and the rain pummels their skin,