The transport moved through the storm undetected.
A terrible storm raged in the Dragon's Tooth mountains. Wind howled through the jagged peaks and rain beat constantly against the transport's hull. Blinding flashes of lightning lit up the sky every few seconds. Each flash revealed a landscape of sheer black cliffs and dark swirling clouds.
Inside the transport, it was dead silent.
The four members of ASTF-Omega sat in the dark, their faces grim. The cabin's combat lamps cast a dull, red glow on their serious expressions. The storm was a distant rumble through the reinforced walls. They did not speak. Their grim expressions said everything. They were returning to the place designed to kill them.
Thump-hiss.
The transport landed on a rocky ledge with a jolt. Its engines whined down. A green light flashed above the ramp.
"We're here," Seraph said. His voice was sharp and cold.
