Assuming the jacket belonged to Kendrick, he could conclude she was a park employee. What the hell had she been doing here during the training? He was certain now the SUV wasn’t a prop, as they’d all assumed when they thought it was part of the exercise.

There was nothing else of interest in the front or back seats, so he and Huang moved in unison to the rear hatch. There he found a sleeping bag, muddy boots, a flannel shirt that had seen heavy use, a wool blanket, a professional-grade first aid kit, a box of flares, a portable car battery jump-start kit, and an emergency tire-inflator kit.

Kendrick clearly believed in being prepared. He wondered how many times she’d gotten stuck before those items earned permanent residence in the storage bay.

The portable battery kit and flares could come in handy. He dropped both items in his pack.

Done searching, he closed the rear hatch and returned to the front to lock the vehicle and reclaim the wedge tool.

There were dozens of structures on the lodge property, and he and Huang intended to check out the ones closest to the abandoned SUV if it appeared safe to do so. This was a good opportunity to obtain supplies.

A weatherproof waist-high interpretive sign by the building on the end informed him that he was looking at the oldest building in the lodge complex, the blacksmith shop. An adjacent sign indicated that the next building over was a replica of the carpenter’s shop that had burned down in the 1980s. From late spring to early fall, the shop was open for wood-carving demonstrations by master carvers. A small, less official sign indicated carvings were available for purchase in the lodge gift shop.

He and Huang circled the blacksmith shop first, but there was nothing to see. There were no windows on the back, and the side windows were small and shuttered tight. The front was two barn-style doors that would be opened wide when the shop was open for tourists.

“There could be tools in there that we could use,” Huang said.

Chris gave a sharp nod. “Let’s check out the woodshop. It could have tools too, and there are windows.”

He shined a light through the double-pane fake mullioned window and spotted a wealth of tools for woodworking—chisels, clamps, saws, and dozens of items he couldn’t begin to name.

He also spotted a generator and several red jerry cans. If they contained gasoline, they were in business.

Every man on the team knew advanced-level improvised weapon making. With gas and some of the tools he spotted, they could level the playing field with their unknown enemy.

Which raised the question, why hadn’t the tangos secured this supply yet?