The sound came from somewhere in the debris. It was faint and weak, but it was clear. A chirp. They could barely hear it over the noise of settling debris and the distant cries of survivors, but it was there.
Marina's head jerked up first. "Did you guys hear that?"
Greg was already on the move, forcing himself to get up even though his body was worn out. His prosthetic arm flickered weakly, not quite dead but close.
It was responding to the desperate surge of hope that was flooding through him. He shouted, "Hammy," then louder, "HAMMY!"
Another chirp, this time louder, came from a pile of twisted metal about fifty yards away. The Brotherhood moved together, spreading out across the wreckage field with new urgency.
Bork walked as fast as he could with his hurt leg. Lylia used her Royal Knight training to jump over things.
