The side of the snowmobile is a mess of wrenched-apart metal, half the door torn away, mirror gone, window reduced to a few shards sticking out of the door… but the Fallen bike is a burning wreck in the snow behind them, soon lost in the fog. The other riders cry out raggedly and accelerate forward- only for that wave of water to hit their center and send the bikes spinning to either side, one or two of the riders falling off completely. The pack becomes a confused mess as the other bikes swerve round to avoid their out-of-control comrades… and they too fall away behind the convoy.

Natalie might glimpse them picking themselves up through the wind-hurled snow, but they don’t come chasing after the convoy. Not directly. They scatter into the woods to either side, and the little convoy gets a reprieve. Their left escort bike is still nowhere to be seen, but the other is keeping a wary eye out as he follows on their flank.

They’re almost to the fields outside the town when the Fallen bikes come at them again – but this time they’re staying in the trees, pistols firing at them from shelter- and in another moment they’re out of the woods at last, racing for the dark shapes of the buildings as the light fails around them. There’s a glimmer of Arc light from the rooftops. The first hint of sniper fire waiting for them.

One last gauntlet to run, then. One last push and they’re home.