Webster stared uneasily at the storm from out the windows of the speeding train.

“You’re sure about that thing?”

Oswald glanced up from his PDA.

“Well, I can’t really be positive, but I’ve got some data about what’s down there. The mainframe at the station said these tracks lead to climate control. Connections to it are offline.”

“So that deathcloud is what, rain?”

“Yep. Lots of it. Something must’ve caused the seeding machines to fill the clouds a bit too much.”

Webster turned back to the window. He didn’t like it. They were flying blind into a situation that could get them in serious trouble.

“Where’s all that rain go?”

Oswald thought for a moment.

“Well…under normal circumstances, the water would partly be used for maintaining plants for study.”

“Normal circumstances. You mean, when it’s not raining an ocean.”

“Yeah. There’s a chance it might be flooded.”

“Great. So why are we going there?”

Oswald held up the PDA, a grim smile on his face. A message.

“Orders. First to die, right?”