They reach the second ambush spot with plenty of time and achieve the same result. This round they don't lose anyone, though, while taking out another three hunters.
Reid counts it as a solid win.
Nishka hovers, bent in half, her hands on her knees, panting and shaking from her run while the rest of the pack has a silent celebration, the elation almost too much for them this time. Leila offers her a gentle hug, driving the girl into immediate tears. It's only Marcus's insistence that gets them moving again while the weary runner chokes on sobs.
"Three targets," Marcus says. "Closing fast. Maybe a half a mile south."
"Leila," Reid meets her eyes, "you're up."
She looks at him like she doesn't know what he means. When it registers, her smile is deadly.
"Finally," she says, leaving Nish
