Jonnie heard the rumble of a truck above the wind. He looked to the north. An empty truck was approaching at considerable speed, the occupants of the cab invisible to him in this light. From behind that truck to the horizon in the north it was only empty plain, no other vehicles.
He heard another rumble. A plane? He spotted it in the east, approaching slowly just below the overcast. Only a slow-flying drone scanning for its endless millions of pictures.
Well, no real help was coming from those directions. He was on his own. The truck, now quite near, was probably one of theirs and part of this snare.
Jonnie looked back at the compound. He had a feeling of watchful eyes and danger there.
The two Brigante guards were on either side of him about a pace to the rear. They seemed to be watch
