The dry wind picked up, blowing sand viciously into the driver's face. Struggling to see, he holds the reins tightly, encouraging his horses to brave the sandstorm. The wood creaks from the force of the wind.

"There is zero visibility. How are we supposed to find- Gideon!" barked the cloaked driver.

"Ah, yes. Captain Lance- there seems to be an" *static* "heading...direction" the AI responds in her comms before completely cutting out.

"Shit. Nate? Do you copy?"... Nothing. "Mick?" Still nothing.

The wind picked up, buffeting the wagon. The wagon veered dangerously off-kilter. With a sharp pull on the reins, the horses came to a halt.

"Z, get your ass out here," the captain barked into the covered wagon.

"What is it?" Zari emerged from the covering, looking sleepy.

"Comms are down. This sandstorm caused some interference, we need to find shelter and I need your help." Captain Lance yelled over the loud wind through her cracked lips. She coughed on the sand that flew in her face.

Zari nodded whilst covering her face. She took a breath before pushing air against the wind, allowing the wagon to move forward. Sara took this and whipped the reins, jolting the tired horses forward with a harsh "ya!"

They had traveled a good distance before coming before a rocky field amid the sand. Sara tried to slow the horses by tightening the reins, but the bumps were too jostling for the old wagon at the speed in which they were traveling.

Zari ducked into the wagon and held on for dear life as Sara kept trying to calm the horses enough to slow down. With each rock, the wooden wagon splintered and the wind gusts blew into them. As the horses slowed down, Sara smirked, "now, that was not my first rodeo." But before she could gloat, the horses and wagon had gone down a small cliff.

"Shit," Sara whispered as she braced for the impact.