11
Your caution was well placed. As you focus on the town you count over twenty motorcycles parked at random along the highway. Their riders are looting the stores and houses nearby, and much of what they have found lies heaped beside their machines. Suddenly a pinpoint of light climbs into the sky and explodes with a brilliant white flash that illuminates the surrounding landscape.
‘What do you make of that?’ you say, as Cutter and Kate join you to find out what is wrong.
‘It’s a signal flare,’ replies Kate. ‘I think they’ve seen us.’
