That was when Andy realized there was no more gunfire. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Kit had made it out. She was examining Markowitz, frowning at the small wounds he’d acquired and showing no concern for Andy, sitting on the ground and hugging his ankle. Cheese knelt in the middle of the street, staring at the smoking wreck of his truck. Tears rolled down his cheeks, tracking runnels in the dirt and soot caked onto them, but he made no sound. Of the rigger Mouse and Kid Tech Eng, there was no sign. Four figures in urban camouflage lay sprawled at various points around him. None moved, not even the one whom Cinqueda had spitted with her knife; he lay still as she plucked the blade free and wiped it on his uniform.