Chapter 102 Who Are The Attackers?

• Amid the swirling clouds of sand, Echo and the others could barely keep their eyes open. The explosions had kicked up a blinding storm of dust that rained down on them from every direction. Sitting in the open-top Jeep, they were showered with sand until it covered their heads and faces, making it impossible to see anything. The sand came down like a relentless downpour.
• "Damn it," Echo muttered, squinting against the gritty storm.
• With her vision completely obscured and explosions going off all around, she had no choice but to rely on instinct—just like Ryan always seemed to sense danger in the split second before it hit. Echo drove purely on feeling now, using the skills she'd honed over a decade. She listened to the wind, trusted Ryan's voice, and navigated the chaos as if her eyes were wide open.