Fractured images flittered about in Kale’s field of vision, disconnected, gray and indistinct, disconcerting, mostly irrelevant. He passed another outer wall opening and could see the road encircling the factory. To the front and across the road, a scrawny dog scurried around the factory, hugging the wall. Something hanging from the ceiling, maybe 20 meters to his front, started swaying back and forth. He looked at it, unclear what it was. Electric wires maybe. No, too thick. A trip wire? No, too thick for that too. Maybe a rope of some sort, from which something had been hanging. He looked sideways again. A soldier kneeled not five meters from him. Who? Another opening in the wall. Outside, a long thin scrap of paper, possibly a newspaper or a wrapper, danced over the ground. Kale refocus
