Fresco threw caution and his own safety to the wind, tearing his way back through the warehouse toward the window he came in, trusting in blind animal instinct to keep him safe. Voices echoed, shouting from behind him, answered by more cries ahead. He dove into hiding as the three other Garbagemen who were with Strom pounded by on their way to help their fallen leader.

Fresco gave it only an instant for them to pass before running again. He made it to the window, so focused on ...