Andy slowed as he reached the subway entrance, controlling his breathing deliberately, and stopped just before the exit to the street, hidden in the shadows. The light of the few portable emergency lamps and small fires that had illuminated the station level didn't reach here.<br/><br/>It was around 1 am, and with the streetlights out of action, the only light source was a half moon illuminated scudding clouds. It bathed the streets in a dim half light, at least to a human's eyes, but Andy's were considerably better. To him it was a monochrome daylight. No movement visible...<br/><br/>He closed his eyes, standing stock still, and stilled his breathing further, his ears pricked up, and his nasal passages flared slightly. He listened for movement, for activity, and sought out the subtly wrong scent that had clung in traces to the soldiers below. If the Hive Tyrant was near, he wanted to know about it before he attempted to enter the street.