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?”