"Then let's clear out," Rook said bluntly, walking back down the path he'd run along. The acid wound on his chest was starting to sting, but he ignored it. He wasn't on the board any long, which meant that he could feel. That was a precious, important thing. Besides, it wasn't a serious burn. He'd had worse- of that he was certain. It could have hit him in the face again, or the eyes.
No, what was important right now was feeling the weight of the death on his shoulders, and getting the evidence to the right people.