The window was tiny, not even large enough to fully show a single face.
Combined with the sandstorm, one could only vaguely make out a person wearing sunglasses and goggles peering from it.
The person stared outside for a moment, then raised a hand and waved in their direction.
Seeing this, Dominic Crawford frowned instinctively.
"Are they telling us to go over? Could it be a trap?"
Jayce was already putting on his hat, mask, and goggles. "Don't worry, I'll go take a look!"
"No!" Dominic Crawford immediately objected. "It's too dangerous! If something happens to you, how will I answer to the base commander? I'll go!"
Jayce paid him no mind. "What did my dad say before we left? Have you forgotten? Sierra and I are in charge of this mission. You're supposed to listen to us!"
Of course, Dominic Crawford hadn't forgotten, but he was still uneasy, so he turned his gaze to Sierra Sullivan.
He didn't have to say a word; Sierra Sullivan already understood what he meant.
