"How's the base?"
Rhys Chase sighed. "Thankfully, we brought in all the grain, so the losses weren't too heavy. It's just... the gales a while ago killed quite a few people. And with the rain and thunder these past few days, the residents are afraid of flooding and won't leave their homes. The few factories that had just started up have come to a standstill."
It seemed the situation at the base was not looking good either.
Just then, a bolt of lightning tore across the sky, followed by a deafening peal of thunder. Evelyn Ford put out the fire, rose, and shut the door.
"Everyone has been in low spirits these past few days. They'll be happy to see you. Oh, and Mr. Lowell—he was always asking why you two never came over for a meal. He even had Liam Sterling pass on a message, telling you not to let work ruin your health."
Rhys Chase and Lachlan Locke exchanged a look, both of their hearts heavy.
