Martina shot me a concerned glance, and I shifted my grip on my M96.
“Hunter, you find anything?” I asked over the comms.
He didn’t answer.
“Hunter?” I tried again, adding emphasis this time.
I almost jumped when his head appeared out of the dark breach. “We shouldn’t stay here,” he said.
I hadn’t known him long, but it was long enough to see he didn’t scare easily. And the unease in his voice was clear.
Martina turned on him with an angry passion in her eyes. “So, I’m supposed to give up on more of my people?”
“No,” Hunter replied. “But right now, we need to see to the rest of your miners. Lingering here won’t do them any good.”
Martina scowled for a moment, then nodded.
But as Hunter passed me heading for the cart, he whispered, “There’s no one alive here to find, not with the a
