Reid glances behind him at one point and does a quick head count. With himself included in it, there are eight left. Only eight to take on the mass of troops at the gate. And a handful of dogs.

He's itching to take some of the dust in Drew's pockets, but forces himself to hold off asking. They'll only have one shot at the gate and he wants to be sure the hit of dust is as fresh as he can get it.

Only trouble is, there isn't enough for all of them and he knows it. ...