They scattered fast, the way people move when the abstraction of danger suddenly acquires a sound overhead — Dutch barking orders that sent half his men toward vehicles and the other half toward defensive positions along the compound's perimeter, Tommy sprinting for the barn to kill every light he could reach, Sheriff Okafor already on her radio demanding backup from a county department that Wren understood, watching the fear in the woman's face, was hopelessly outmatched by whatever was closing in overhead.
"Truck," Cruz said, pulling Wren toward the same vehicle he'd used to drive her home a lifetime ago, one week and an entire collapsed world earlier. "Now. We don't have long."
"What about them?" Wren looked back at the yard, at Birdie already moving toward her own vehicle with the sh
