The screen came alive. A red pulse was expanding from the southern beach toward the Fortress. It wasn't the Scouts. It was a heat signature—a massive one, looking like a forest fire on the screen.
"The Harvesters?" Maya asked, fear returning to her brown eye.
"No," Riley said, her face paling under the blue light. "That’s the Navy’s atmosphere burn, but it’s been contained. That heat signature? It’s people. The remaining survivors from the Azure... and the 'many.' Thousands of them. They’re moving through the gorge toward Sector C."
"They’re coming here?" Maya gasped. "Siska must have broadcast our location!"
"They aren't coming to surrender, Maya," Arkan said, stepping toward the screen. He touched the glowing red mass with his human finger. "Look at the formation. They aren't walking
