MALCOLM'S POV
Malcolm came out of the water on the east side of the fort.
The shoreline was all stones, stacked unevenly against the wall, slick with algae and black water. He stayed low between them as the current pulled at his legs. Cold soaked through his clothes, but he kept one hand on the rock and watched the patrol above the bank.
Two guards crossed the service walk with rifles raised. A light swept over the stones, passed across the water, then moved toward the road side of the fort. They were watching the gates, the truck dock, and the roads leading in. They were watching for a group.
Malcolm waited until their footsteps moved away.
Then he climbed.
His boots slipped once on the wet stones. He caught himself with one hand and stayed flat against the rocks until the next light passed overhead. Water ran from his sleeves and dripped between the stones. His pistol and Iyisha's pistol were wrapped tight under his jacket. His knife was already in his hand.
