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He started toward the direction of the car. He sent another quick text to his brothers, informing them that he was done. Thankfully, the reply arrived soon thereafter. They were heading back to the car, too. It would take them a bit longer to get back to it, so he'd have to wait for them again.

First, he had to find the thing, though. With all the dust and debris everywhere, he was becoming increasingly worried that the car really had been a victim of the landslide.

He kept searching.

A sudden noise acquired his attention from the direction of Miro, and he turned to look. It was difficult to tell through all the lingering particles in the air, but he thought he could see headlights in the distance, and as he listened more intently, he realized it was an approaching truck.

He hunkered down again.

This was both good and bad, Raul thought. He'd managed to prevent another truck from leaving Miro, so that was great. But now they were close. There were probably hostiles in that truck, as well as slaves.

And the rental car was still nowhere to be seen.

He tried to pick up his pace as he sent off a warning text to his brothers, telling them to be wary of enemies in the vicinity.

Gah. There was so much debris. Uprooted trees, shattered boulders, splintered wood--everywhere he looked, there were more things to be careful of. If he tripped and injured himself, he couldn't regenerate.

He heard yelling behind him, then turned to see specks of light moving over the top of the wrecked land. Flashlights, most likely. Nothing to panic about. He had a good distance on them.

Then he saw a pair of blackbirds high up in the night sky. Despite the darkness, they didn't blend in, instead having ethereal auras around them that made them glow in that all-too-familiar way.

Reapers, no doubt.