“This is nuts,” complained Wheeler, grabbing a bottle of water. “One minute we’re cleaning up after floods and tornados, and the next we’re fighting fires and dying of heat stroke.” He took several grateful gulps before dumping the remainder of the water over his head.
“At least it’s all in the same time zone,” sighed Gi, wiping her face wearily. She glanced towards Kwame, who was shaking hands with the chief firefighter.
“I am glad we were at least able to help,” said Linka, holding the cool bottle of water against her neck. “Even if we did not get much rest in between. Thankfully we did not have to travel far between states.”
Kwame walked towards them, sweat gleaming on his skin. “We should go get some rest. They have asked us to stick around for a few days, to help contain the remaining fires and assist with the cleanup.” He glanced backward towards the charred landscape. “Many people sti