The fourth and last aerial had been set in place. Blender was fine-tuning the reception when the claxons went off for the second time. The remaining Guardians hurried to the meeting room to see what was going on.
Most days were filled with single-mission responses, requiring anywhere from two to a half-dozen of them to take the call. However, there were times when it seemed an emergency call came in every four hours. There was one stretch a little more than a year ago when they went twenty-seven days without a break, responding and serving a total of forty-two emergency calls for help. So for the blaring honk to sound twice in one day was neither unexpected nor unusual.
“Pack it in, Morning Fire,” Star overheard their leader call over the comm board at the head of the table. Her eyes w
