The torches, maxed out, burnt non-stop.

Iman and Suleiman stood with the sled chain on, both strapped and ready, sipping on the rest of their O-2, with hand-lights shining on their backs.

Fry was in the front of the group, an umbrella torch in her hand, looking nervous as the clicking around them grew louder.

Jack rolled under the upturned sled, becoming a turtle in a metal carapace. She’d been giving a little hand-light that lit beneath the dark sled just in case one of the creatures tried to swing one of their blades at her from the undersides.

Shazza was positioned on the left side of the sled, umbrella torch in one hand and Johns’ shotgun in the next, looking so uncomfortable with the large thing everyone realized she wouldn’t be much use with the clunky thing.

River, who held the last cutting torch, had smiled at Shazza and offered a trade, which the elder woman smiled thankfully and took the small, light pistol, passing the smaller, petite girl the Big Gauge.

Kaylee went to the rear and stood there with River, holding the cutting torch so that Johns and Riddick would have some light on them, and so the younger girl could get a good grip on the shotgun and be able to concentrate on just shooting the Hun dan creatures that got too close to the mercernary and the murderer.

Riddick smirked as he looked River over.

With torn clothes, bandages, and the professional way she held the shotgun, she looked like she’d been through war and was ready for a ravishment---which he’d give her---once they were off this gorram planet.

Riddick, having no desire to see what horrors would surround them, had put on his goggles. There was only one path anyway: straight ahead.

“As fast as you can.” He ordered those in front of him.

River nodded.

Kaylee frowned in worry, looking back at Johns and him strapped to the heavy power cells. “You sure you two can---?”

“As fast as you can.” Riddick repeated, leaving no room for discussion.

The mechanic nodded and took in a deep breath, obviously summ