Vorhalas gives a twitchy shake of his head, looking like he's about to heave. "Just Vortala. No one else."

"Take him away," Piotr says to one of the remaining officers, and pivots sharply on his heel, heading for the tent flap.

"I'm organizing a pursuit squad immediately. If we don't catch him, he'll give them the location of this camp too, and if he does, we're fucked."