Sam couldn’t be sure how much damage had been done. All she could see when she glanced back was an orange glow reflecting off the purple bruise of rain cloud that roiled above the city.She’d been through plenty of bad storms during her time in Darwin. Even two typhoons. This one, she thought, would rank near the top.Perfect.Occasionally she heard shouts behind her, echoing off the broken buildings and shuttered window frames. Jacobites, fanning out into the labyrinth. Had they found Skadz? Prumble? Impossible to know. She ran and ran, fighting the wind with every step, squinting when the blown rain lashed at her face.The narrow alleys all looked the same. Gray concrete, armored doors, broken windows all boarded and barred. Exposed pipes and bundles of electrical wire snaked everywhere. Some of the cables, the few that still carried a current, sizzled under the barrage of droplets.Three minutes away from the inferno and she was utterly and completely lost. The space elevator provided her only beacon for navigation.
