A drone arrived twenty three minutes at their location.
The coordinate displacement on Kelvin's display showed eleven point three kilometers between the fight's origin point and the two life signs the drone was now tracking. To put that number into something real, eleven kilometers was roughly the distance between Paris's northern city limits and its southern edge. They had covered that in the time it took the drone network to reorient and pursue.
The feed showed the aftermath first.
A canyon. Running northeast to southwest through cliff face and alien forest and open ground in a perfectly straight line, the edges clean, the trees at its borders leaning away from the path at angles that had nothing to do with wind. The canyon was wide enough that the drone had to pull back to show both edges simultaneously.
Then it found them in the forest beyond.
Kelvin looked at the feed for two seconds.
