Flicker could barely see Heatwave’s taillights through the blowing snow. He had to use all of his focus and strength to drive straight in the blizzard that seemed to worsen minute by minute.
This part of the island wasn’t patrolled often and Flicker had never done it properly. Heatwave had decided that the two of them could pay a visit there, although he had warned they’d have to be careful as these roads weren’t maintained in winter. The weather had been good... up until they’d reached the end of the road. The weather forecast promised only a little bit of snow flurry, Flicker recalled, realizing now the weather anchor had been utterly wrong.
As they drove through a bend, a tall snowdrift came into a view. Flicker started to brake, and suddenly he could feel his front tire slipping under him. He zigzagged for a few meters in attempt to correct himself before he ran off the road with a sharp cry. Fortunately the snow was soft and he didn’t hurt himself, but it was definitely enough to stop him.
“Heatwave!” he called out. Flicker was pretty sure Heatwave had noticed what’d happened, but he didn’t want to take any risks; the thought of being left behind in this weather was far too terrifying. Flicker transformed and struggled his arm free from the snow, and he reached for his comm line.
«Heatwave, wait, I-I fell over!»