Too Late Red dust danced and swirled as the hoverbike weaved through the skeletons of once illustrious buildings. The sky was always gloomy, but today seemed particularly malicious, and as he rounded the final corner and the encampment came into view, the silence proved him right. There should have been gunfire, explosions, plasma burning holes in the air. Even screams would have been a welcome sound. Instead there was only ear-splitting silence. He dismounted and jogged into the center, his hastily-clad armor rattling and his rifle to his ear. A huge Cabal shield lay discarded on the ground dented by bullets and blackened by fire. Further evidence of a firefight was obvious; empty shells littered the concrete, fresh scrapes and burns were everywhere, and it smelled of sulfur. He walked into the structure and the smell of death would have overwhelmed him if it wasn’t so familiar. He followed the shells and huge boot-prints through the first room. A hunter’s helmet was on its side by the doorway, a wide dent in the top. He kicked the helmet over and saw blood on the inside. In the next room there was more blood, and a familiar rifle lay in pieces, abandoned. In the final room he found her, slumped lifelessly against a wall. Dried blood ran down from her head to her shoulder, staining the sand-colored cape she had found with him on Venus. A thick knife lay next to her hand, blood red to the hilt. Aside the knife was the hunter’s killer, his huge mouth open almost as wide as the gash between his ribs. The Cabal had no other wounds, but a hunter knew where to place her blades. “I should have been here.” The Titan said to her as he carried her back to his hoverbike.