The first thing Martin noticed was the glaring, blazing sun. His eyes, not bred for such brightness, clamped shut right away, with his hands soon following to shade them. He made an uncomfortable sound from his nose.

The second was the heat. His body began reacting almost immediately, an uncomfortable wave passing over him as the warmth registered. His clothes were going to get sticky with sweat in a real hurry.

England, was it? He didn't like it already.

"Are we here...?" he asked, his last sound trailing out dubiously as he heard the Initiative operative begin to fret.