Everyone piled into the vehicles, drove off, and returned to the entry control point. Livingston and Kennedy had been left for dead.
Ominous foreshadowing? Is this about to suddenly and unexpectedly become a horror novel, with Livingston and Kennedy fused together into some horrific monster, who Crees throng the back woods, feeding off goats and sheep, and hunting each member of the Disaster Response Team one by one?
There aren't enough books that blend fiction and nonfiction.
