Arkan didn't lower the bar. Not immediately. "You should have stayed on the beach, Doc."
"The beach is dead!" Maya shouted, her voice echoing off the limestone walls. She took three steps into the cave, oblivious to the fact that Riley’s bow was likely trained on her neck. "The drones burned the camp. Jim’s leg is festering. And... I couldn't leave you. Not after what you did."
"I told you the line was drawn, Maya," Arkan said, though his grip on the steel bar loosened slightly. "I’m not a rescue boat. I’m a technician with a ghost in his arm. I’m a target."
"Then we're all targets," Maya said, her voice softening as she approached. She looked at the small fire Riley had built, her face basking in the warmth. "Hartono and Zara are outside. In the brush. They’re scared of the falls. They
