I looked around through my thermal-imaging goggles. The rebels nearest me were human-shaped blobs of orange, red, and blue, their own goggles a ghostly gray mask across their eyes. Soñador was the only one not wearing goggles—his natural thermal-sensing capabilities precluded this. I spotted Rafael—his arm was draped protectively around Teresa. Fede squatted beside them, his cybernetic legs a cool blue that contrasted sharply with his warmer torso.