Part 29: Horrible Storm

As we emerged from the Crow headquarters, a sense of foreboding settled over us like a shroud, the sky darkening ominously overhead as heavy clouds gathered on the horizon. The air crackled with tension, a palpable sense of unease hanging in the air as we hurried towards our awaiting aircraft, the promise of safety beckoning us from afar.

But before we could reach the relative shelter of our transport, the storm descended upon us with ferocious intensity, the heavens opening up in a deluge of rain and wind that threatened to sweep us off our feet. With each step forward, it felt as though we were battling against the very elements themselves, the howling wind and driving rain driving us to the brink of exhaustion.