Further back:
Too much. Caleb tried to pull back. Dimly aware that Alexander and Xavier were around him, carefully monitoring his condition but fearful of waking him.
A blast hit him, bright and intense:
Caleb groaned.
Another blast of light.
A blast of BLUE, like a broken reel of film giving way to a blank screen. It jitters, and for a moment Caleb sees a hillside at twilight.
And then he’s–
Lurching up into his brother’s supporting arms. Brought to his feet now, against the central pillar.
Alexander moved into view, his face pale by the flashlight glow. Worry crossed his features. “Dad? You okay? Looks like you saw a ghost.”
Caleb straightened, wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded. “A couple, I think.”
“What were you looking for?” Montross asked. “Not the way out, I take it?”
“No, figured you had that covered. I was checking on our friend, The Spear.”
“And-?”
Caleb rubbed his eyes, then pushed off the pillar after giving it one more glance.
“Now I know what it really is.”
4.
“Where are we going?” Phoebe asked, boarding the Cessna-14, a plane she knew was capable of travelling long distances without refueling. She glanced backwards, to the darkened stretch of Cairo Airport’s runway, half- expecting to see armored vehicles racing after them or sleek ninjas bursting out of the shadows.
Commander Temple took her by the elbow and gently led her up the stairs to join Orlando inside. “Ultimately back to our base, but first we’ve got another passenger to pick up.”
Phoebe followed him inside to a luxurious cabin, where Orlando was already sitting in a huge white leather chair, tapping the armrests and grinning as he looked around. Two 40-inch flat screen TVs were built into the wall in front of the seats, a bar rested on the left side and two couches faced each other behind the three rows of seats. Orlando whistled. “Now this is more like it. You guys sure know how to spend the taxpayers’ money.”
As a crewman hauled up the ladder and sealed the door, Phoebe took the seat beside Orlando. “So, we’re going to rescue someone else?” A note of hope flickered in her voice. Maybe they’d found Alexander or her brother?
Temple signaled the captain, then shut the cabin door and sat in a chair beside them. “Yes, and I’m sorry for this, but it’s not going to be without danger.”
Orlando groaned and held his bandaged neck. “Just tell me there aren’t any eels.”
Smiling, Temple said, “No eels. We’re going someplace a lot dryer.”
Phoebe lowered her eyes. “Why can’t we just go somewhere safe, let you pick up this person, then meet us? Seriously, Orlando’s hurt, and we haven’t slept in days.”
“Sorry.” Temple shook his head as the engines breathed into life and the plane rattled. “But this is urgent. And for this mission, well… We kind of need you.”
“Oh great.” Orlando rolled his eyes at Phoebe. “Another psychic gig. We know the drill: all the risk, none of the reward.”
“Your talents…” Temple began.
Orlando held up a hand. “Yeah, yeah. We know. If you ask me though, freakin’
“We’re not superheroes,” Phoebe contradicted. “Let someone else go.”
Temple shook his head. “This is part of the deal in rescuing you. Plus, the Dove saw that you’d be instrumental in helping us. Indispensable, in fact.”
“All right, I’ll bite,” Orlando said. “What’s the objective? Who’s the target?”
Smiling, Temple leaned back. “Her name,” he said, “is The Hummingbird.”
The plane lurched, rocked to the side, then ascended. After the rocky take off, Orlando turned to the commander. “Great, another bird.” He scratched under his thick hair. “Doves, hummingbirds…” He glanced at Phoebe. “
She jabbed him. “Okay, who is this hummingbird person, and more importantly, where is she?”
Temple opened a briefcase by his seat and pulled out a red folder, sealed with a string. He held it up. “Exactly where she is, you’ll have to tell us. But the general vicinity is here…” He pressed a button on his seat’s armrest, and the TV screen in front of them lit up. Displayed there was a map.
It took Phoebe a couple seconds to recognize the outlines, but it wasn’t hard. She’d seen it on the news enough lately. “Afghanistan?”
“Uh oh,” Orlando said, straightening up. “Seriously, I didn’t sign on for this. Would’ve joined the army if I wanted to sweat it out in a desert battling Taliban, avoiding roadside bombs and rabid scorpions. Thanks but no freakin’ thanks.”