From the 42nd floor, Noah watched as the KAS team with their little mascot vanish into the white tundra in front of them.
The hunting party moved like they always did. Sera was in the middle, protected by the four men on all sides. The massive wolf looped around the group, rushing forward and then back again when it thought that it had gotten too far away.
The men flanked her to the point that there were no gaps, no wasted steps, and not even wind could protect their precious bundle.
It made him sick.
Then again, predators didn't leave openings for other predators.
But it still bothered him how well they took care of her.
The horizon swallowed them slowly, the wind dragging veils of snow across the ice until the whole world blurred to gray and distance.
But still, Noah didn't move.
Not yet.
He waited until there was nothing left to see but the empty flats stretching toward the ruins of the city.
Then he pulled the sat phone from his coat.
