The desert heat hits me like a brick wall the moment I take a step through the threshold. I hold my free arm up to shield my eyes from the bright rays as I look up. Nothing but clear skies for miles, maybe with the exception of two small dots racing around each other however many thousands of feet above. Wargames, probably.
I lose interest in the fight pretty quickly and return my attention to earth. After a short walk across the tarmac, I come within view of both the transport and Kirves standing before it.
"Jaakko!"
I wave my hand as I walk up to him. "Where's Simon?"