The building goes up in an instant inferno. Reid watches the group of hunters split in two, half circling to the back while the rest wait outside the glass door.
There is only the crackling of flames at first and Reid starts to wonder if the kids were smarter than he thought after all. Perhaps they set this up as a lure for the hunters, to make them think it was their hiding place, while they huddle elsewhere, ready to run.
Reid's hopes are destroyed as the front door bursts open and a handful of screaming kids run out.
Right into the waiting claws of the hunters.
Reid hears laughter, deep and guttural, rough around the edges. The hunters. They are enjoying this. That lights a different kind of flame inside him. One fed by fury and the knowledge that he has to take a stand, even if tha
