Reid slinks through the dark on the way to the last cache. The remaining glow from the fire has dimmed as the building crumbles in on itself. He gags on a waft of smoke that the breeze carries to him and freezes when the whole side of the station gives way with a rumble and hiss of sparks. The light rises again briefly and Reid takes a good look around.

The hunters are gone. Nothing moves but what's left of the fire. He refuses to let his eyes settle on the four small bodies, ...