With the news that the hostages were breathing, the heavy cloud over Sunshine's heart finally lifted. But it was replaced by a cold, sharp fire. She signaled her team to move. They crept through the shadows of the apartment blocks, their boots crunching softly on the gravel.
Whenever they saw a resident peeking through a cracked door or a window, Sunshine put a finger to her lips. She motioned for them to move deep into their homes, away from the glass. "Get back," she whispered to an old woman. "Stay low. It's about to get loud."
The residents were very obedient and willing to do as told. Most were actually relieved because the situation in the town had been tense since the day before. After today, they would breathe easier--as much as the mist allowed anyway.
