in. Hector's presence behind him made him uneasy. A final soupcon of tension he could have done without after the mounting panic of the day. Duclos felt his stomach in knots, his nerves breaking close to the edge.
Dominic got back into his car, starting her up. He moved forward, starting to turn… then suddenly stopped. He looked thoughtfully back at the runway fifty metres ahead, its long expanse of darkness and the planes and hangars at its end.
'What's he
'Go…
The pilot started up and jolted forward, completing the turn quickly so that they were in line with the runway. Then he throttled up high, starting to roll forward furiously.
The car had almost covered the fifty metres of tarmac beyond, was approaching the beginning of the runway…
The plane shook and rattled as they picked up speed. The pilot knew that once the car had covered half of the runway, it would be too late, they would be blocked from take off. He bit at his lip. It was going to be close.
'Are we going to make it?' asked Duclos. He was trembling, though he wasn't sure if it was more fear of collision or them not getting away.
'I don't know.'
As the reach of the car's beam hit them, the pilot switched on his own lights. A stronger marker of their own presence, hopefully intimidating, a deterrent. The car seemed to falter slightly before picking up speed again. The second car had also now started following, was just touching the start of the runway.
'Don't worry,' Hector said. 'As soon as he sees we're serious, we're not stopping — he'll back off.' But his undertone wavered; even Hector now wasn't sure.
As the airplane lights hit Dominic, he'd braked slightly on impulse — it suddenly appeared more ominous, threatening — before steeling himself again.
His first intention had been purely to investigate the planes and hangars ahead, so one of the planes moving suddenly from the group had surprised him. Turning quickly to panic as he realized it was turning, positioning, was starting along the runway. Making a bid for escape!
He knew in that second with certainty that Duclos was inside.
If he could get close enough to block their passage, they would be forced to abort take off. But he could see now that they weren't easing back His own speed was edging over 90 kmph, and the plane was probably nearing 170, 180… rolling furiously towards take off.
The first twinge of fear gripped him. If they collided at that speed, there would be little chance of survival. But Monique's words rang in his ear:
'He's crazy!' Hector screamed as the car lights raced towards them.
Duclos said nothing, was too afraid, his simmering panic of the day reaching a crescendo. Almost catatonic, a nervous dribble crept from the corner of his mouth, his whole body seeming to tremble in time with the shuddering of the plane as it screamed forward. The engine's roar, the fast approaching lights, the shaking and rumbling — a cacophony of sound and light which suddenly made him realize it was all going to end here. Here on this runway in a ball of flame! His whole body was bathed in sweat. But part of him perversely almost welcomed the oblivion — an end to all the panic and madness, the running and hiding and chasing. He couldn't go on any more! Nerves screaming:
'We're not going to make it!' the pilot screamed.
'Keep going…
Ninety metres…
The pilot suddenly saw a niche, a slim chance. If he turned a fraction at the last second, the car would hopefully sweep past under the wing. He looked to the side, judging height quickly. It would be close — but probably their only chance now.
The pilot tilted the wheel slightly to the right, and felt the first lift under the wings practically at the same second.
Dominic saw the veering in direction almost too late to react, sudden panic that the plane might sweep past him and escape — and he turned the wheel sharply.
The first roll of the car cut sharply into the side of the plane's windscreen view, but with the second roll the pilot could see the car was heading straight for them, its frame starting to fill the windscreen… but they were lifting…
The pilot felt the thud as the car hit something below them, then the violent shuddering and shaking through the joystick, fighting to keep control as the plane dipped and wavered. He thought for a second they were going to nose-dive straight down and crash, but the wavering quickly righted, they started to lift again.
An electrical spark caught on the fumes from Dominic's carburettor, a small fire starting… but in his inner darkness all he could see was the single candle flame burning, flickering across Monique's gentle profile. And as the flames became more intense, starting to catch the dripping petrol all around him, he was back in the wheat field searching for Duclos.
As the plane touched 2,000 ft, they saw the car's explosion in the distance below, as if someone had lit a runway bonfire to mark a landing point. A slow smile crossed Duclos' face.
As the explosion came, a jolt went through Monique's body. A feeling of dread as if something terrible had