The fire was roaring in its pit by nightfall. Riot was tending to it, poking at it with the antenna from a broken-down car they had passed and adding fuel. When she was sure that it was hot, she drew a white folder with the BLI logo in it from her jacket and tossed it in. Black smoke rose from the fire until the papers were nothing but ash. The folder had contained the file of an Exterminator, formerly Heartbreak Hustler, Riot’s brother. Now it was gone, and nothing remained of it. “Finished,” Riot mumbled. Just as the last of the folder went up in smoke, Riot heard footsteps in the distance. She whirled around and grabbed her blaster. “Angel?” she called quietly. “Dracs.”