He arrived at the misshaped rock just as the sun had begun its slow descent behind the western hills. It would be dark soon, which was a cause for concern on Murphy’s part. He didn’t want to be shot by the trigger-happy guards upon his return. However, he still felt compelled to do this, Bellamy’s rules be damned. Murphy unsheathed his knife and started carving away at the stone’s brittle face, just below where he and Mbege had carved their twin initials back when the drop ship first landed. Murphy didn’t even hear the other’s approach before it was much too late.