They watched for another few seconds. The western figure disappeared behind the ridge's far slope. The eastern one was angling toward the tail end of the wreckage, toward the cargo wagon.
"The one going west," Revan said.
"The assault team came from the northwest ridge during the attack. I pulled thirty bodies — their gear loadouts were staged, not carried long-distance. Which means they had a forward camp nearby, and the chances were high it was to the west. Behind that ridge is the only terrain with enough cover."
"I noticed the same thing," Dain agree
"Boot trails from the initial assault all converge from the northwest slope. If they cached communication equipment anywhere, it's there."
"Then we've got maybe twenty minutes before someone who matters finds out we're alive." Revan concluded.
Dain was quiet for a moment. Then, without looking at him:
