They found Vicky with Caph's fast and accurate way.
She was barking frantically inside one of the cars on the car hauler parked next to the only building in the scrapyard. Still alive thanks to the misaligned car windows.
As soon as Ran had the dog in her arms, Caph pulled her under the shelter of the garage eaves, out of the rain.
Her flashlight was already useless. The light spluttered and dimed entirely.
Caph fumbled along the metal front of the squat wooden building until he found an unlocked side door. 'In here,' he called and disappeared into the pitch blackness within.
With a click, the antique light bulb flickered and blinked on.
It was dim but dry, better than standing outside in the rain.
The building was a messy garage office. Papers were strewn over an overladen table. Tools and mechanical equipment was scattered throughout the wide open space, but somehow there was still enough floor space inside for a whole car hauler to fit.