The trembling beneath Don's feet became impossible to ignore.
It rolled through the street in uneven pulses now, strong enough to shift loose fragments of glass around his boots and send tiny ripples through the leaking fuel spreading away from the overturned truck.
His expression hardened immediately.
Don turned toward K-4 just as the man ripped the remaining door fully open and dragged Olynk halfway out of the crushed vehicle.
Olynk still looked dazed, blood running from one side of his head while his arm hung awkwardly against his chest.
Don crossed the distance quickly and grabbed K-4 by the shoulder.
The officer turned instantly.
Don pointed downward.
K-4 noticed the trembling almost immediately. His eyes narrowed as another vibration rolled beneath them, stronger than before.
He settled Olynk down against the side of the wreck faster after that, movements losing whatever caution remained.
Then his hands moved.
Fast.
—We need to get to higher ground.—
