Chaos consumed the site. Poachers scrambled for weapons, some fumbling as they attempted to respond. Nolan spotted an opening near a table stacked with gear, including a radio. He lunged toward it, snagging the device just as the first shot whizzed overhead.
Holding the radio tight, he sprinted after the fleeing cub. Each breath stung his lungs, each stride threatened to send him sprawling on slippery ground. He yelled into the radio, trying to hail the wildlife officers. But static hissed in reply, offering no reassurance.