“Grit, get your head out of Docks’ ass. Eyes up, both of you. Docks, you’re on torch, Grit, you take spear. I’m on point. No more than five paces apart until we’re out of this shithole. We aim for the other groups without deviations until we hit officer Time Lapse. Something’s not right here.” Both looked taken aback. I’d never spoken to either of them like that before, and I had a feeling that the tightness in my chest was only going to get worse as the night went on. “Let’s move it, then,” I said.