Xavi guided them to the landing pad atop the Homeland Security outpost. Cries and shouts came from below, a noise that rose as the Hopper landed. The armor-glass doors slid up and the intensity of the camp flooded the cabin—smells and sounds ten times worse. It was hard to breathe, the humid, fetid air gagging her. A glass bottle twinkled as it arced to shatter by her feet, spraying glass shards. Another followed, this one full of yellow liquid.