Reid slinks through the dark on the way to the last cache. The remaining glow from the fire has dimmed as the building crumbles in on itself. He gags on a waft of smoke that the breeze carries to him and freezes when the whole side of the station gives way with a rumble and hiss of sparks. The light rises again briefly and Reid takes a good look around.
The hunters are gone. Nothing moves but what's left of the fire. He refuses to let his eyes settle on the four small bodies, tossed aside like over used toys and left to rot on the street. He can't mourn them yet, can't think about sweet little Megan with her enormous eyes and her squeaking mouse voice. He has two idiots to chase down first.
He eases around the side of the house he uses for cover and traces his path through its shadow all
