There's a lot of noise, the fire, the shouts of the previous victims as they found their way to freedom somewhere on the other side of the building. If the death, the destruction, bothered Tom Hobbes at all after so long on the Island, it didn't show. He nodded Mike along as the grunt flashed out of existance.

"I heard something," he hissed, nodded down into the dark recesses of the theater. Somewhere, a transistor blew in a low explosion and the lights flickered once, twice, and went out.

"Oh, shit," he grunted. "Come on. You hear that?"