47 A New BeginningDrake entered the infirmary looking for White after scouring the forest for the remaining chimeras for the last four hours, until eventually deciding that the last three had managed to escape without a trace. For the most part the hunt had been conducted in textbook fashion but they hadn’t counted on the learning capabilities of their quarry. The chimeras began to associate the sound from the passive beacon with death - not safety. And that hadn’t been part of the plan. The gleaming white infirmary was silent, Cuckoo being the only patient, and White, now cleaned up, sat next to the bed as the mercenary lay unconscious and breathing stertorously.
‘Everything okay?’ White asked, observing Drake’s reflection in the small chrome oxygen patch panel located on the wall above
