Fred nodded to Will and they ran in opposite directions along the edge of the brush. Fred stopped when he was a kilometer from Linda’s position, and then he sent his green status signal.
	A moment later, Will’s status burned green.
	Fred rechecked his assault rifle, his extra magazines, and then tensed preparing to run.
	A patrol of three Brutes moved along the edge of the facility. They were smart, keeping to the shadows, glancing back and forth, sniffing.
	There were three distant coughs—three splashes of blood—and three Brutes, each missing their right eye and a fair portion of their ugly face, crumpled.