Furtive motion in the shadows behind Furlann caught his eye. Help, or more trouble? There were people slipping from house to house, much as the troops had done, but by their silhouettes, they weren’t soldiers. Tom’s helmet augmentation opened the shadows for him, revealing Andy, Markowitz, and Kit running toward him and Furlann. His mind put the three of them into nineteenth-century horse cavalry uniforms. As they drew near, they slowed, making their approach more stealthy. Suddenly Tom was not so anxious for Furlann to get on with things.