Chase could barely make out anything on the blurred and jittery monitor, but Freid's analysis made sense. The truck seemed to be parked on the side of the road. He could make out figures, many of them, climbing out the back of it. Then suddenly Freid's body moved oddly. She spoke, and there was a blue-white flash of magical energy at the rear of the truck. The soldiers coming out of the truck fell to the ground as though they'd been hit with a bat; a few even fell back in or fell out face-first onto the dusty ground. The canvas back of the truck shredded.