Bruce Rhodes's brows furrowed slightly. "Why can't you just take us with you now?"
Dominic Crawford looked helpless. "If I could, I'd take you all back right away. But we only have a few vehicles, not nearly enough to fit everyone. The ground outside is all sand; ordinary vehicles can't drive on it. We have to wait for the rescue vehicles from the base to come get you."
Hearing Dominic Crawford's explanation, Bruce Rhodes nodded in understanding. "Oh, so that's how it is. Alright, we'll wait! You must be tired, too. Perfect timing—we were just about to eat. Join us!"
Bruce Rhodes led them into a shop.
After closing the glass door, most of the windblown sand in the air was blocked outside. Sierra Sullivan and the others could finally take off their goggles and masks.
Being bundled up so tightly for so long inevitably felt stuffy.
Although the air quality was still poor, they could finally breathe a little easier.
