Tshui was the first to spot a man slip from the jungle. She pointed, making a small sound of warning.
Louis swung his glasses. It was the leader of the tracking team. He waved for them to cross to shore. “At last,” Louis mumbled, lowering his scopes.
The convoy of canoes swept to the boggy banks. Louis was one of the first on shore. He silently signaled his men to set up a defensive perimeter, then crossed to the lead tracker.
The dark-haired man, a German mercenary named Brail, nodded in greeting. He was short, no taller than five feet, painted in camouflage and clad in black clothes.
“What did you find?” Louis asked him.
The man spoke with a thick German accent. “Jaguars, a pack of fifteen or so.”
Louis nodded, not surprised. Across the swamp, they had heard the strange growls and cries.
“But these were no ordinary jaguars,” Brail continued. “More like monsters. Three times normal size. There’s a body I can show you.”
“Go on,” Louis said, waving this away for now. “What happened to the others?”
Brail continued his report, describing how the trackers had been forced to move with care so as not to be spotted. The rest of his four-man team were positioned in trees up the chasm. “The pack is leaving, heading deeper into the canyon. They appear to be herding the remaining members of the enemy team ahead of them.”
Brail held out an open palm. “After the cats left the area, we found these on a mauled corpse.” The tracker held two silver bars affixed to a scrap of khaki. They were captain’s bars. The leader of the Rangers.
“Why aren’t the jaguars attacking the rest?” Louis asked.
Brail touched his night-vision scope. “I spotted someone, an Indian from the look of him, leading them from farther up the canyon.”
“One of the Ban-ali?”
The man shrugged.
Who else could it be? Louis wondered. He pondered this newest information. Louis could not let the others get too far ahead, especially if the Rangers had made successful contact with the strange tribe. With the prize so close, Louis dared not lose them now.
But the surviving jaguars could prove a difficulty. They stood between his team and the others. The pack would have to be eliminated as quietly as possible without spooking his true prey.
Louis studied the dark forest. The time of slinking in the others’ shadows was nearing an end. Once he knew where the village was located and evaluated its defenses, he could take his plan to its final stage.
“Where are the cats now?” Louis asked. “Are they all heading up the canyon?”
Brail grunted sourly. “For the moment. If there’s any change, my scouts will radio back to us. Luckily, with the infrared scopes, the bastards are easy to spot. Large and hot.”
Louis nodded, satisfied. “What about any other hostiles?”
“We swept the area, Herr Doktor. No heat signatures.”
Good. Then at least for the moment, the Rangers were still keeping attention diverted from Louis’s team. But this close to the Ban-ali lands, Louis knew such an advantage would not last long. He and his team would have to move quickly from here. But first, for his plan to proceed, the path ahead had to be cleared of the jaguar pack.
He turned and found Tshui standing at his shoulder, as silent and deadly as any jungle cat. He reached and ran a finger tenderly along her cheekbone. She leaned into his touch. His mistress of poisons and potions.
“Tshui, ma chérie, it seems once again we must call upon your talents.”
5:44 A.M.
Nate’s shoulders ached from carrying the stretcher. They had been marching for over two hours. Off to the east, the sky was already glowing a soft rose with the promise of dawn.
“How much farther?” Manny huffed from the head of the stretcher. He voiced the question on all their minds.
“I don’t know, but there’s no going back from here,” Nate said, winded.
“Not unless you want to be someone’s morning snack,” Private Carrera reminded them, maintaining a vigil on their back trail.
All night long, the jaguar pack had dogged their trail, sticking mostly to the jungles that fringed the cliffs. An occasional bolder individual would stalk the loose shale, a silhouette against the black rock.
Their presence kept Tor-tor on edge. The jaguar would hiss under his breath and pace around and around the stretcher, on guard. His eyes flashed an angry gold.
For them all, the only safe path from here was forward, following the lone figure. The tribesman maintained a quarter-mile lead on them, keeping a pace they could follow.
But exhaustion was quickly setting in. After so many days with so little sleep, everyone was bone tired. The entire team moved at a snail’s pace, feet dragging, stumbling often. Still, as hard as the night journey was on all their nerves, one member of their party suffered the most.
Kelly never left her brother’s side: constantly checking Frank’s vital signs and adjusting his bloody bandages as they walked. Her face remained ashen in the starlight, her eyes scared and exhausted. When she wasn’t acting as his doctor, she simply held Frank’s hand, just a sister at these moments, clearly trying to will him her own strength.
The only blessing was that the morphine and sedatives were keeping the wounded man in a doped drowse, though he would occasionally moan. Each time this happened, Kelly would tense and her face would twist as if the pain were her own, which Nate suspected was partly true. She clearly suffered as much as her twin brother.
“Attention!” Kostos called from up front. “We’re changing direction.”
Nate peered ahead. All night they had been trudging along the hard-packed soil where the jungle met the rocky escarpment of the cliffs. He now watched their guide cross the escarpment toward one of the many shattered cracks in the cliff face. It ran from top to bottom, as wide as a two-car garage.
The tribesman stepped to the entrance, turned back to stare at them, then, without a signal or any other sign of welcome, he strode into the chasm.
“I’ll check it out first,” Kostos said.
The Ranger trotted ahead as they slowed their pace. He had a flashlight secured under his M-16. The light remained steady and fixed on his target. He dashed to the side of the crack’s entrance, took a breath, then twisted to shine his light down it. He remained fixed in this position for several seconds, then waved them over with one arm, maintaining his post. “It’s a side chute! A steep one.”
The group converged upon the Ranger.
Nate squinted up its length. The crack extended the full height of the cliff, open at the top to let starlight shine down it. The way was quite steep, but there appeared to be crude steps climbing the chute.
Professor Kouwe pointed. “It looks like there might be another canyon or valley beyond this one.”
Anna Fong stood beside him. “Or perhaps it’s a switchback of this same canyon, a shortcut to the upper level.”
In the distance, the lone tribesman climbed the stone steps, seemingly unconcerned whether they followed or not. But his nonchalance was not shared by all. Behind them, the jaguar pack drew closer, growling and whining.
“I say we need to make a decision,” Carrera said.
Kostos frowned at the tall walls that framed the crude staircase. “It could be a trap, an ambush.”
Zane took a step toward the chute. “We’re already in a trap, Sergeant. I for one prefer to take my chances with the unknown rather than with what lies behind us.”
No one argued. The memory of the deaths of Warczak and Waxman remained fresh and bloody.
Kostos moved on ahead of Zane. “Let’s go. Keep alert.”
The chute was wide enough that Manny and Nate could walk side by side, the stretcher between them. This made mounting the steep stairs a bit easier. Still, the climb was daunting.
Olin moved down to them. “Do either of you need to be relieved?”
Manny grimaced. “I can last a little longer.”
N
ate nodded, agreeing.
So they began the long climb. As they progressed, Nate and Manny were soon lagging behind the others. Kelly kept near them, her face worried. Carrera maintained the rear guard.
Nate’s knees ached, his thighs burned, and his shoulders knotted with exhaustion. But he kept on. “It can’t be much farther,” he said aloud, more to himself than anyone else.
“I hope not,” Kelly said.
“He’s strong,” Manny said, nodding to Frank.
“Strong will only get you so far,” she answered.
“He’ll pull through this,” Nate assured her. “He’s got his lucky Red Sox cap, doesn’t he?”
Kelly sighed. “He loves that old thing. Did you know he was a shortstop for a farm club? Triple A division.” Her voice lowered to a strained whisper. “My father was so proud. We all were. There was even talk of Frank going into the majors. Then he got in a skiing accident, screwed up his knee. It ended his career.”
Manny grunted in surprise. “And that’s his lucky hat?”
Kelly brushed the cap’s brim, a trace of a smile on her lips. “For three seasons, he played a game he loved with all his heart. Even after the accident, he was never bitter. He felt himself the luckiest man in the world.”
Nate stared down at the cap, envying Frank his moment in the sun. Had life ever been that simple for him? Maybe the man’s cap was indeed lucky. And right now, they needed all the luck they could get.
Carrera interrupted their reminiscing. “The jaguars…they’ve stopped following us.”
Nate glanced down the stairs. One of the giant cats stood at the entrance. It was the female leader of the pack. She paced back and forth below. Tor-tor stared down at her, eyes flashing. The female stared at the smaller cat for a moment—then, in a shadowy blur, she fled back into the jungle.
“The lower valley must be the pack’s territory,” Manny said. “Another line of defense.”
“But what are they protecting?” Carrera asked.
A call sounded from up ahead. It was Sergeant Kostos. He had stopped ten steps from the end of the chasm and waved them to join him.
As the group gathered, the eastern skies brightened with dawn. Beyond the stepped chute, a valley opened, thick with dense vegetation and towering trees. Somewhere a stream babbled brightly, and in the distance, a waterfall grumbled.
“The Ban-ali lands,” Professor Kouwe said.
Olin approached Manny and Nate. He reached for the stretcher. “We’ll take over from here.”
Nate was surprised to see Richard Zane at the Russian’s side. But Nate didn’t complain. They passed the stretcher to the new bearers. Relieved of the weight, Nate felt a hundred pounds lighter. His arms felt like they wanted to float up.
He and Manny climbed up to Kostos.
“The Indian disappeared,” the sergeant grumbled.
Nate saw that the tribesman had indeed vanished. “Even so, we know where we have to go.”
“We should wait until the sun’s fully up,” Kostos said.
Manny frowned. “The Ban-ali have been tracking us since we first set out into the jungles…night and day. Whether the sun is up or not, we won’t see a single soul unless they want us to.”
“Besides,” Nate said, “we have a man down. The sooner we reach a village or whatever, the better Frank’s chances. I say we forge on.”
Kostos sighed, then nodded. “Okay, but keep together.”
The sergeant straightened and led the way from there.
With each step, the new day grew brighter. Sunrise in the Amazon was often sudden. Overhead, the stars were swallowed in the spreading rosy glow of dawn. The cloudless sky promised a hot day to come.
The group paused at the top of the chasm. A thin trail led down into the jungle. But where did it go? In the valley below, there was no sign of habitation. No wood smoke rising, no voices echoing.
Before moving forward, Kostos stood with binoculars, studying the valley. “Damn it,” he mumbled.
“What’s wrong?” Zane asked.
“This canyon is just a switchback of the one we were in.” He pointed to the right. “But it appears this canyon is cut off from the one below it by steep cliffs.”
Nate lifted his own binoculars and followed where the sergeant pointed. Through the jungle, he could just make out where a small stream flowed down the canyon’s center. He followed its course until it vanished over a steep drop, down into the lower canyon, the one they had been marching through all night, the domain of the giant jaguars.
“We’re boxed in here,” Kostos said.
Nate swung his binoculars in the opposite direction. He spotted another waterfall. This one tumbled down into this canyon from a massive cliff on the far side. In fact, the entire valley was closed in by rock walls on three sides, and the steep cliff on the fourth.
It’s a totally isolated chunk of jungle, Nate realized.
The sergeant continued, “I don’t like this. The only way up here is this chute.”
As Nate lowered his glasses, the edge of the sun crested the eastern skies, bathing the jungle ahead in sunlight, creating a green glow. A flock of blue-and-gold macaws took wing from a rookery near the misty cliffs and sailed past overhead. The spray from the two waterfalls at either end of the valley made the air almost sparkle in the first rays of the sun.
“Like a bit of Eden,” Professor Kouwe said in a hushed voice.
With the touch of light, the jungle awoke with bird-song and the twitter of monkeys. Butterflies as big as dinner plates fluttered at the fringe. Something furry and quick darted back into the jungle. Isolated or not, life had found its way into this verdant valley.
But what else had made its home here?
“What are we going to do?” Anna asked.
Everyone remained silent for several seconds.
Nate finally spoke. “I don’t think we have much choice but to proceed.”
Kostos scowled, then nodded. “Let’s see where this leads. But stay alert.”
The group cautiously descended the short slope to the jungle’s edge. Kostos led once again, Nate at his side with his shotgun. They marched in a tight bunch down the path. As soon as they entered under the bower of the shadowed forest, the scents of orchids and flowering vines filled the air, so thick they could almost taste it.
Still, as sweet as the air was, the constant tension continued. What secrets lay out here? What dangers? Every shadow was suspect.
It took Nate fifteen minutes of hiking before he noticed something strange about the forest around them. Exhaustion must have dulled his senses. His feet slowed. His mouth dropped open.
Manny bumped into him. “What’s the matter?”
His brow furrowed, Nate crossed a few steps off the path.
“What are you doing, Rand?” Kostos asked.
“These trees…” Nate’s sense of wonder overwhelmed him, cutting through his unease.
The others stopped and stared. “What about them?” Manny asked.
Nate turned in a slow circle. “As a botanist, I recognize most of the plants around here.” He pointed and named names. “Silk cotton, laurels, figs, mahogany, rosewood, palms of every variety. The usual trees you’d see in a rain forest. But…” Nate’s voice died away.
“But what?” Kostos asked.
Nate stepped to a thin-boled tree. It stretched a hundred feet into the air and burst into a dense mass of fronds. Giant serrated cones hung from its underside. “Do you know what this is?”
“It looks like a palm,” the sergeant said. “So what?”
“It’s not!” Nate slapped the trunk with his palm. “It’s a goddamn cycadeoid.”
“A what?”
“A species of tree thought long extinct, dating back to the Cretaceous period. I’ve only seen examples of it in the fossil record.”
“Are you sure?” Anna Fong asked.
Nate nodded. “I did my thesis on paleobotany.” He crossed to another plant, a fernlike bush that towered twice hi
s height. Each frond was as tall as he was and as wide as his stretched arms. He shook one of the titanic leaves. “And this is a goddamn giant club moss. It’s supposed to have gone extinct during the Carboniferous period. And that’s not all. They’re all around us. Glossopterids, lycopods, podocarp conifers…” He pointed out the strange plants. “And that’s just the things I can classify.”
Nate pointed his shotgun to a tree with a coiled and spiraled trunk. “I have no idea what that thing is.” He faced the others, shedding his exhaustion like a second skin, and lifted his arms. “We’re in a goddamn living fossil museum.”
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