“Sorry, Klaus. Those other Hunters took heavy casualties and have pulled back for now. There are more cars entering the yard, though I do not know if they are from the same group of Hunters as before. Some cars left, but I believe they were evacuating the wounded.”

“Could any of those have been Franks?” The golem had a reputation for being crafty. It would not have been surprising for him to try to slip away during the confusion.

“I do not think so. His last position was not conducive for such.”

“What about the other two unknown persons who were with him?” They were not part of the bounty, but it was possible they could be interrogated for useful information if Franks did get away.

“Possibly. I tried to follow Franks instead of them. It was very confusing.” Reger sounded extra apologetic through the earpiece. “Sorry.”

“Warn me when we get close to the other Hunters. I do not want any jumpy Americans shooting us by mistake. And tell me when the police arrive so we can get back to the boats.” Klaus had better things to do than be detained by American law enforcement. His last experience with them hadn’t gone too well.

“I will warn—wait! I’ve got something. Franks is heading your way. He is one hundred meters to your northwest on the other side of those train cars.”

They were all on the same band. The point man immediately took a knee and aimed his rifle in that direction. There was a brilliant flash of lightning, and Klaus caught a brief glimpse of that section of the yard. A building had once stood there, but it had burned down years ago, so all that remained was the skeleton of metal girders, now covered in creeping vines. The thunder followed a moment later.

Reger’s voice was excited in Klaus’ ear. “He’s crossing the ruins now. He must be trying to escape by sea. You’ll need to move up or he will pass by.”

Klaus gave several quick hand signals, and the men who had been behind him spread out and hurried forward. From what he understood of Franks’ physiology, they would need to concentrate fire and hit him repeatedly to have any chance of bringing him down quickly.

“Wait . . . He’s stopped. Franks is looking right at the camera. He’s heard the drone! He’s aiming a pistol. Damn it! The feed is lost. I repeat, the feed is lost.”