Something glittered at the back of his skull, embedded deep into it.
A shiny silver disk.
Kelly instantly recognized it. She stared off into the woods as screams began to erupt from all around the camp. She saw men drop where they stood or tumble where they sat. Feathered arrows protruded from necks and chests. Several of the bodies convulsed.Poisoned.
Kelly stared again at the limp form of Favre"s former lieutenant . . . and the silver disk.
Hope surged.
Dear G.o.d, the others must still be alive!
Kelly turned and found Tshui gone, likely fleeing toward the center of camp, toward Favre, toward where her brother was still held prisoner. By now, the camp was in chaos. Shots began to ring out, orders were yelled, but so far not a single attacker appeared.
It was as if they were being attacked by ghosts.
Men continued to drop.
Kelly grabbed the pistol from Mask"s dead body. She could not gamble that the others would reach her brother in time. She darted toward the roiling center of camp.
Nate saw Kelly lunge with a gun in hand.Going after her brother, he knew with certainty. They could wait no longer. He signaled to Private Camera. A sharp whistle blew and an ululating wail arose from the score of Indian throats all around the camp. It was a chilling sound. Nate was already on his feet.
They had painted themselves all in black.
As a group, they lunged into the jungle camp, armed only with arrows, blowguns, and bone knives.
Those who knew how to use modern weapons confiscated them from the dead.
Kostos opened fire with an AK-47 on the left. Off to the right, Carrera switched her Bailey to automatic fire and laid down a swath of death. She emptied her weapon, tossed it aside, then grabbed up a discarded M-16, probably one originally taken from the Rangers.
Nate grabbed up a pistol from dead fingers and ran headlong into the main camp. The mercenaries were still in disarray, only now beginning to fall back into a defensive line. Nate raced through the wet shadows, mean-ing to get behind their lines before they tightened.
As Nate ran, he was spotted by one frightened man, hiding under a bush, clearly unarmed. The man dropped to his knees at the sight of Nate"s gun, hands on his head, in a clearly submissive posture.
Nate ran right past him. He had only one goal in mind: to find Kelly and her brother before they came to harm.
On the other side of camp, Kouwe ran with Dakii, flanked by other Indi-ans. He paused to collect a machete from a dead body and toss it to the tribesman. Kouwe confiscated the rifle for himself.
They hurried forward. The line of fighting had fallen toward the camp"s center.
But Kouwe suddenly slowed, an instinctual warning tingling through him. He twisted around and spotted an Indian woman slinking from behind a bush. Her skin was dabbed in black like theirs.
Kouwe, having been raised among the tribes of the Amazon, was not so easily fooled. Though she might paint herself to look like them, her Shuar features were distinctive to the educated eye.
He lifted his rifle and pointed it at the woman. "Don"t move, witch!" Favre"s woman had been trying to slip past their lines and escape into the woods. Kouwe would not let that happen. He remembered the fate of Cor-poral DeMartini.
The woman froze, turning slowly in his direction. Dakii held back, but Kouwe waved him forward.
There was fighting still to be done.
Dakii took off with his men.
Kouwe was now alone with the woman, surrounded by the dead. He stepped toward her with caution.
He knew he should shoot her where she stood-the witch was surely as deadly as she was beautiful. But Kouwe balked.
"On your knees," he ordered in Spanish instead. "Hands high!"
She obeyed, lowering herself with subtle grace, slow and fluid like a snake. She stared up at him fromunder heavily lidded eyes. Smoldering, seductive . . .
When she attacked, Kouwe was a moment too slow in reacting. He pulled the trigger, but the gun just clicked. The magazine was empty.
The woman leaped at him, knives in both hands, poisoned for sure.
Kelly stared at the two mini-Uzis held by Favre. One was pointed at her brother"s head, one at her chest. "Drop the pistol, mademoiselle. Or you both die now!"
Frank mouthed to her. "Run, Kelly."
Favre crouched under the lean-to, using her brother"s body as a shield.
She had no choice. She would not leave her brother with the madman. She lowered her pistol and tossed it aside.
Favre quickly crossed to her. He dropped one of the Uzis and pressed the other against Kelly"s back.
"We"re going to get out of here," he hissed at her. He s.n.a.t.c.hed up a pack. "I"ve got a backup supply of tree sap, prepared for just such an emergency."
He shouldered the pack, then grabbed Kelly by the back of her shirt.
A shout barked behind them."Let her go!"
They both turned. Favre twisted around behind her.
Nate stood, bare-chested, in his boxers, painted all in black.
"Gone native, have we, Monsieur Rand?"
Nate pointed a pistol at them. "You can"t escape. Drop your weapon and you"ll live:"
Kelly stared at Nate. His eyes were hard.
Gunfire sounded all around them. Shouts and screams echoed.
"You"ll let me live?" Favre scoffed. "What? In prison? I don"t like that proposition. I like freedom better:"
The single gunshot, at close range, startled her-more thecrack than the pain. She saw Nate fly backward, hit in the hip, his weapon spinning away. Then she felt herself fall to the ground, to her knees, pain registering more as shock. She stared at her stomach. Blood soaked her shirt, welling through the smoking hole.
Favre had shot her through her belly, striking Nate.
The pure brutality of the act horrified her more than being shot, more than the blood.
Kelly looked at Nate. Their eyes met for a brief instant. Neither had the strength to speak. Then she wasfalling-slumping toward the ground as darkness stole the world away.
Kouwe b.u.t.ted the first knife away with his rifle, but the witch was fast. He fell backward under her weight as she leaped on him.
He hit the ground hard, slamming his head, but managing to catch her other wrist. The second knife jabbed at his face. He tried to throw her off, but she clung to him, legs wrapped around him like a pa.s.sionate lover.
Her free hand scratched gouges in his cheek, going for his eyes. He twisted his face to the side. The knife lowered toward his throat as she leaned her shoulder into its plunge. She was strong, young.
But Kouwe knew the Shuar. He knew about their secret a.r.s.enal of weapons: braided in the hair, hidden in loincloths, worn as decoration. He also knew women warriors of the tribe carried an extra sheath as a defense against rape-a common attack between the Shuar tribes during their wars.
Kouwe used his free hand to s.n.a.t.c.h between her legs as she straddled him. His fingers reached and found the tiny k.n.o.bbed hilt hidden there, warm from her body heat. He pulled the blade free of its secret leather scabbard.
A scream rose from her lips as she realized this most private theft. Teeth were bared.
She tried to roll away, but Kouwe still had her wrist in his grasp. As she spun, he followed, holding her tight and using her strength to pull himself to his feet.
They crouched at arms" length, Kouwe keeping an iron grip on her wrist.
She met his eyes. He saw the fear. "Mercy," she whispered. "Please:"
Kouwe imagined the number of victims who had pleaded with her-but he was no monster. "I"ll grant you mercy"
She relaxed ever so slightly.
Using this moment, he yanked her to him and plunged the knife to its hilt between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
She gasped in pain and surprise.
"The mercy of a quick death," he hissed at her.
The poison struck her immediately. She shuddered and stiffened as if an electric shock had pa.s.sed through her from head to toe. He pushed her away as a strangled scream flowed from her lips. She was dead before she hit the ground.
Kouwe turned away, tossing aside the poisoned blade. "And that"s more than you deserve:"
The gunfire had already died around the camp to sporadic shots, and Louis needed to be gone with histreasure before his defenses completely fell.
Gathering up the second Uzi from the ground, he watched Nate strug-gle to his elbows, a fierce grimace on his face.
Louis saluted him and swung around-then froze in midstep.
Standing a few yards away was a sight that made no sense. A pale, frail figure leaned against a tree.
"Louis . . :"
He stumbled back in fright.A ghost . . .
"Dad, get back!" Nate called in a pained voice.
Louis collected himself with a shudder of surprise. Of course it wasn"t a ghost.Carl Rand! Alive! What miracle was this? And what luck?
He pointed an Uzi at the wraith.
The weak figure lifted an arm and pointed to the left.
Louis"s gaze flicked to the side.
Hiding under a bush, a jaguar crouched, spotted and golden, muscles bunched. It leaped at him.
He swung his weapon up, firing, chewing up dirt and leaves as he slashed toward the flying cat.
Then he was struck from the other side, blindsided, sacked, carried sev-eral yards, and slammed into the ground, facefirst. With the wind knocked out of him, he snorted and choked dirt. A large weight pinned him.
Who . . . what . . . ? Hetwisted his neck around.
A black feline face snarled down at him. Claws dug into his back, spears of agony.
Oh, G.o.d!
The first jaguar stepped into view, padding with menace. Louis strug-gled to bring his Uzi around, lifting his arm. Before he could fire, his limb exploded with agony. Teeth clamped to bone and ripped backward, tearing off his arm at the shoulder with a crunch of bone.
Louis screamed.
"Bonappet.i.t," Nate mumbled to the two cats.
He ignored the rest of the attack. He had once watched a doc.u.mentary of killer whales playing with a seal pup before eating it: tossing it through the air, catching it, ripping it, and tossing it again. Savage andheartless. Pure nature. The same happened here. The two cats showed a pure feline pleasure in killing Louis Favre, not just feeding, but enacting revenge upon the man.
Nate turned his attention to more pressing concerns. He dragged him-self toward Kelly, crawling with his hands, pushing with his one good leg. His hip flared with agony. His vision blurred. But he had to reach her.
Kelly lay crumpled on the ground, blood pooling.
At last, he fell beside her. "Kelly. . :"