Huddled for warmth

Calvo cautiously looked up and around. Painful twinges from the stun beam still plucked at his muscles, making them twitch, but he finally felt like he could move.

He saw the mist-filled **** dome on the beach, still intact. The guards were still trapped, then? How long had it been? He wondered if they had been badly affected by his reduction of the temperature.

He took several deep breaths and rose to his feet. He bent down to pick up the control panel and shuffled forward through the brush. With each step, his nerves steadied and his muscles felt more under control.

He saw the guards huddled together in a pile, up against the **** screen. It looked like they had put a few towels on top of themselves to try and keep off the icy breeze Calvo had conjured up inside the protective dome. On top, he thought he saw the blonde clone sisters and the dark-skinned woman. He couldn't see the red-haired captain or the petite Oriental right off.

There was something that bothered him. Why hadn't the guards noticed his approach? Didn't they have a picket out, at least someone to watch the Comcon? He shrugged. If there had been one, he figured she would have made some move by now.

Unless he wasn't the only one stalking the guards.

He halted and stood still, listening. Nothing...

The Comcon also had a motion scanner. He set it up to scan for motion outside his own immediate environment. There was some chaff from the ocean waves, a big blank from the dome, and inland in the brush...