Reid crashes through the underbrush, knowing in his bones he is barely ahead of his pursuers. He can't hear them but he knows they are there, sees flickers of shadow deeper than the dark. He clutches his right hand to his chest, the precious tube held close, hiding it from them as best he can, keeping it sheltered until he can use it to the best effect.

If they find out about it, know of it, he is lost. It's his last line of defense. And once it is gone, he is done. He has no ...