"Frank! Don"t move!" Nate called. "I"ll get to her!" He dropped his shotgun to the bamboo planking.
"What are you doing?" Manny asked.
As answer, Nate leaped across the gap between the raft and the dead caiman. He landed on its exposed belly, landing in a half crouch, then ran down the length of the beast"s slippery bulk, trying to get as close to Kelly as possible.
A scream rose on his right. He watched Corporal Yamir, struggling then suddenly Yamir was yanked under the water, large bubbles trailing down into the depths. The caiman was picking off the survivors in the water.
Time was running out.
Nate ran and leaped from the belly of the floating caiman, flinging his body with all the strength in his legs. Flying out, he dove smoothly for Kelly, reaching her in a heartbeat. He rolled her face out of the water. She struggled weakly against him.
"Kelly! It"s Nate! Lie still!"
Something must have registered, for her struggling slowed.
Nate kicked strongly toward the nearby hummock. He scrabbled through the debris. His hand hit something: a black dinner plate decorated with blinking red lights. One of the dead corporal"s bombs.
Instinctively, Nate grabbed it up in his free hand and continued to kick.
"Behind you!" Sergeant Kostos called from across the water.
Nate glanced back.
A rippling wake aimed in his direction, then the tip of the snout broke the surface, then more of the bull"s black-scaled head. Nate found himself staringeye-to-eye with the beast. He sensed the intelligence behind that gaze. No dumb brute. Playing dead wouldn"t work here.
He turned and kicked and paddled with the napalm bomb toward the swamp island. His feet hit muddy ground.
With a strength born of fear and panic, he scooped Kelly under his arm and hauled them through the shallows, climbing the banks. "It"s right on top of you!"
Nate didn"t bother to turn. He ran toward the tangle of mangrove roots, shoved Kelly between them, then dove in after her. There was a cramped natural cavity behind the main b.u.t.tress roots.
Kelly groggily awoke, coughing out gouts of water and staring around in panic. Nate fell atop her in the small s.p.a.ce.
"What . . . ?"
Then, over his shoulder, she must have spotted their pursuer. Hereyes grew large. "Oh, s.h.i.t!"
Nate rolled around and saw the monster hurling itself up out of the lake, scrabbling up the short bank. It struck like a locomotive hitting a car on the tracks. The whole tree shook. Nate was sure it would crash atop them. But the tree held. The caiman stared at Nate between the roots, mouth gaping open, teeth glinting with menace. It paused, glaring at him, then backpedaled and slid into the waters.
Kelly turned to him. "You saved me:"
He glanced to her, their noses almost touching in the cramped root prison. "Or almost got you killed. It"s allperspective, really ." Nate pushed to his knees. He grabbed one of the roots to haul himself to his feet. "And we"re not out of the woods yet:"
Nate studied the waters, watching for any telltale ripple. It seemed quiet. But he knew the caiman was still out there, watching. Taking a deep breath, he squeezed back out between the roots.
"Where are you going?"
"There are still others in the water . . . including your brother." Nate shoved the napalm bomb under his shirt and began to climb the man-grove, a plan slowly forming. Once high enough, he picked a good branch, clambered atop it, and slowly crawled down its length to where it hung over the water. As the branch thinned, it began to bend under his weight. He moved more cautiously.
At last, he could risk going no farther. He glanced down and around his perch. This would have to do.
He called to the other raft while pulling out the bomb. "Does anyone know how to arm one of these explosives?"
Sergeant Kostos answered, "Type in the time delay manually! Then hit the red b.u.t.ton!"
Waxman yelled from where he floated in the water. Nate had to respect how calm the captain"s voice was as he added a warning. "It"s got an explo-sive radius of a couple hundred meters. Blow it wrong and you"ll kill us all!"
Nate nodded, staring at the bomb. A simple sealed keyboard glowed atop it, not unlike a calculator.
Nate prayed it hadn"t been damaged by the dunking or abuse. He set the timer for fifteen seconds. That should be long enough.
Next, Nate cradled the bomb to his chest and snapped free his work knife. Clenching his teeth, he dug the blade into the meat of his thumb and sliced a deep gash. He needed the wound to bleed freely. Once done, he used a secondary branch as support and climbed to his feet on the swaying perch. He pulled the bomb out with his bloodied hand and made sure he had a good grip. Stretching out over the water, Nate extended his arm, bomb in hand. Blood dripped over the weapon"s surface and down to the waters below, plopping in thick drops and sending out ripples.
He held steady, his thumb on the trigger b.u.t.ton. "C"mon, d.a.m.n you." In Australia, he had once visited a live animal park and had seen a thirty- foot salt.w.a.ter crocodile trained to leap after a freshly decapitated chicken on a pole.
Nate"s plan wasn"t much different. Only he was the chicken.
He slightly shook his arm, scattering more drops. "Where are you?" he hissed. His arm was getting tired.
Down below, he watched a small pool of his own blood forming on the surface of the water. A caiman could smell blood in the water from miles away. "C"mon!"
Squinting, he risked a peek toward the others still afloat in the debris field. With no way of knowing where the caiman was, neither of the other two rafts dared paddle to their mates" rescue.
Distracted, Nate almost missed the flash of something large heaving through the shallows toward him.
"Nate!" Kelly called.
He saw it.
The caiman lunged out of the water, blasting straight out of the lake and springing toward him, jaws wide open, roaring.
Nate hit the bomb"s trigger, then dropped the blood-slick device down the open mouth. He realized at the same time that he had vastly underesti-mated howhigh a giant swamp caiman could leap.
Nate crouched on his branch, then leaped straight up, propelled by both his legs and the spring in the branch. Crashing through leaves, Nate grabbed a limb overhead. He yanked his feet out of the way just as the monster"s jaws snapped shut under the seat of his pants. He felt its huffed breath on his back.
Denied its prey, it fell back to the water, shooting spray almost as high as its leap.
Staring down, Nate saw the branch he had been perched on. It was gone, a stump, cleaved clean through by those mighty jaws. If he had still been standing there . . .
Nate saw the caiman again glide from the shallows into the deeper waters, but now it remained floating on the surface, revealing its length. A male, 120 feet if it was an inch.
Hanging from the branch, Nate caught a frustrated glower directed up at him. It slowly turned toward where the others were floating, giving up on him for the moment and going after easier prey.
Before it could complete its turn, Nate saw the beast suddenly shudder. He had forgotten to count the seconds.
Suddenly the belly of the beast swelled immensely. It opened its maw to scream but all that came out were jets of flame. The caiman had become a veritable flaming dragon. It rolled on its side and sank intothe murkier depths, then a hugewhoosh exploded upward in a column of water, flames, and caiman.
Nate clung to his perch with his arms and legs. Down below in the roots, Kelly yelled in shock.
The blast ended as quickly as it blew. In the aftermath, bits and pieces of flaming flesh showered harmlessly around the swamp. Insulated by the armored bulk of the great giant, the worst of the bomb"s effect had been contained.
A shout of triumph arose from the others.
Nate climbed down the tree and retrieved Kelly. "Are you okay?" he asked her.
She nodded, fingering a gash at her hairline. "Head hurts a little, but I"ll be fine:" She coughed hoa.r.s.ely. "I must"ve swallowed a gallon of swamp water."
He helped her down to the water"s edge. While Kostos"s raft went to collect the swimmers and packs, Nate"s own raft, manned by his friends and Ranger Camera, glided over to the pair to keep them from having to swim.
Camera helped pull Kelly aboard. Manny grabbed Nate"s wrist and hauled him up onto the bamboo planks. "That was some pretty fast think-ing, doc," Manny said with a grin.
"Necessity is the mother of invention," Nate said, matching his expression with a tired smile. "But I"ll be d.a.m.ned glad to be on dry land again.
"Could there be more of them out there?" Kelly asked as the group paddled toward the other raft.
"I doubt it," Manny said with a strange trace of regret. "Even with an ecosystem this large, I can"t imagine there"s enough food to support more than two of these gigantic predators. Still, I"d keep a watch out for any off-spring. Even baby giants could be trouble:"
Camera kept watch with her rifle as the others paddled. "Do you think that the Ban-ali sent these after us, like the locusts and piranhas?"
Kouwe answered, "No, but I would not put it past them to have nur-tured this pair as some de facto gatekeepers to their lands, permanently stationed guards against any who dared to enter their territory"
Gatekeepers?Nate stared at the far sh.o.r.e. The broken highlands were now clear in the afternoon brightness. Waterfalls were splashes of silver flowing down cliffs the color of spilled blood. The jungled summits and valleys were verdant.
If the professor was right about the caiman being gatekeepers, then ahead of them stretched the lands of the Ban-ali, the heart of their deadly territory.
He stared at the other raft, counting heads.Waxman, Kostos, Warczak, and Camera. Only four Rangers remained of the twelve sent out here-and they hadn"t even crossed into the true heart of the Ban-ali lands. "We"ll never make it," he mumbled as he paddled.
Camera heard him. "Don"t worry. We"ll dig in until reinforcements can be flown here. It can"t take more than a day." Nate frowned.They had lost three men today, elite military profession-als. A day was not insignificant. As he stared at the growing heights of the far sh.o.r.e, Nate was suddenly less sure he wanted to reach dry land, espe-ciallythat dry land. But they had no choice. A plague was spreading through the States, and their small party was as close to an answer to the puzzle as anyone. There was no turning back.
Besides, his father had taken this route, run this biological gauntlet. Nate could not retreat now. Despite the deaths, the dangers, and the risks, he had to find out what had happened to his father. Plague or not, he could only go forward.
Waxman called as they neared the far sh.o.r.e. "Stay alert! Once we pull up, move quickly away from the swamp. We"ll set up a base camp a short distance into the forest:"
Nate saw the way the captain kept scanning the swamps. Waxman was clearly worried about other caiman predators. But Nate kept his gaze focused on the jungles ahead. In his blood, he knew that was where the true danger lay-the Ban-ali.
Across the water, Nate heard the captain fall upon Olin Pasternak. "And you, get that uplink running as soon as possible. We have a three- hour window before the satellites are out of range for the night"
"I"ll do my best," Olin a.s.sured him.
Waxman nodded. Nate caught the look in the captain"s eyes: full of grief and worry. Despite his booming confident voice, the leader of the Rangers was as nervous as Nate. And this realization was oddly rea.s.suring. Nervous men kept a keen eye on their surroundings, and Nate suspected that their survival would depend on this.
The pair of rafts reached the shallows and soon were b.u.mping into solid ground. The Rangers offloaded first, rifles ready. They fanned out and checked the immediate forest. Soon, calls of "All clear!" rang out from the dark jungles fringing the swamp.
Nate glanced up as he waited for the okay to disembark from the rafts. Around him, the soft roar of countless waterfalls echoed. To either side, towering cliffs framed the narrow defile ahead, choked with jungle. Down the center of the canyon a wide stream flowed, emptying sluggishly into the swamp.
Warczak shouted from near the forest"s edge. "Found it!" The corporal leaned out of the shadowy fringe and waved to his captain. "Another of Clark"s markers:"
Waxman motioned with his rifle. "Everybody on land!"
Nate did not wait. He hurried with the others toward Warczak. A few steps into the forest, a large Spanish cedar had been pegged with a strip of cloth. And under it, another carved marking. Each member stared at it with a growing sense of dread. An arrow pointed up the defile. The mean-ing was clear.
"Skull and crossbones," Zane muttered.
Death lay ahead.
3:40 PM.
"Now that was quite entertaining," Louis said to his lieutenant, lowering his binoculars. "When that caiman exploded. . :" He shook his head. "Resourceful:"
Earlier that morning, radioed by his mole, Louis had learned of the Rangers" plan to camp near the far sh.o.r.e until reinforcements could be flown in. He imagined the loss of three more men would cement Captain Waxman"s plan. The group was now down to four Rangers. No threat.
Louis"s team could take the other at any time-and Louis didn"t want those odds changed.
He turned to Jacques. "We"ll let them rest until midnight, then rouse the little sleepyheads and get them running forward. Who knows what other dangers they"ll prepare us for?" Louis pointed to the swamp.
"Yes, sir. I"ll have my team suited up and ready by nightfall. We"re draining several lanterns now to collect enough kerosene:"
"Good:" Louis turned his back on the swamp. "Once the others are or. the run, we"ll follow behind you in the canoes."
"Yes, sir, but . . :" Jacques bit his lower lip and stared out at the swamp.
Louis patted his lieutenant on the shoulder. "Fear not. If there had been any other beasties lurking in the swamp, they would"ve attacked the Rangers. You should be safe:" But Louis could understand his lieutenant"s concern. Louis would not be the one using scuba gear to cross the swamp on motorized sleds, with nothing between him and the denizens of the swamp except a wet suit. Even with the night-vision lamps, it would be a dark and murky crossing.
But Jacques nodded. He would do as ordered.
Louis crossed back into the jungle, heading to the camp. Like his lieu-tenant, many others were on edge, the tension thick. They all had seen the remains of the Ranger back in the woods. The soldier looked like he had been eaten alive, down to the bone, eyes gone. A scattering of locusts had still crawled around the site, but most of the swarm had dispersed. Alerted by his mole, Louis had carefully kept burners of tok-tok powder smolder-ing as they crossed through the forest this morning, just in case. Luckily Tshui had been able to harvest enough dried liana vines to produce the protective powder.
Despite the threats, Louis"s plan was proceeding smoothly. He was not so vain as to think his group moved unseen, but so far the Ban-ali were concentrating all their resources on the foremost group, the Rangers. Still, Louis could not count on this particular advantage lasting much longer, especially once they entered the heart of the secretive tribe"s terri-tory. And he was not alone in these thoughts. Earlier, three mercenaries from his party had attempted to sneak off and flee, abandoning their obligations, fearful of what lay ahead. The cowards had been caught, of course, and Tshui had made an example of them.
Louis reached their temporary jungle campsite. He found his mistress, Tshui, kneeling by his tent. Across the way, strung spread-eagle between various trees, were the AWOL trio. Louis averted his eyes. There was surely artistry to Tshui"s work, but Louis had only so strong a stomach.
She glanced up at his approach. She was cleaning her tools in a bowl of water.
Louis grinned at her. She stood, all legs and sinewy muscle. He took her under his arm and guided her toward their tent.
As Tshui ducked past the flap, she growled deep in her chest and, impatient, tugged his hand to draw him into the dark heat of the tent.
For the moment, it seemed rest would have to wait.