Tyler was only halfway through the cabin when Colchev saw him, but he was committed to his course. There was no way he could duck if Colchev fired at him, and he hadn’t had time to let Jess untie him, so his wrists were still stuck together.
The pistol came around, and Tyler thought he was dead.
But Colchev didn’t account for the effects of microgravity. As he swung his arm around, the change in angular momentum was enough to throw his aim off. He fired, but the bullet whizzed past Tyler’s helmet and punched through the fuselage behind him.
Colchev rapid-fired two more shots, but he’d apparently forgotten about Newton’s Third Law of Motion: every action has an equal and opposite reaction. He hadn’t anchored himself before firing, so the recoil of the gun sent him flying backward. His second and third shots embedded themselves in the windows.
Though the first shot hadn’t hit Tyler, the.40 caliber hollow-point had done its original job. Wind whistled as air rushed through the ragged bullet hole. It would be a matter of seconds before the cabin atmospheric pressure was zero.
Tyler shut his visor as he soared toward Colchev, but it was only a delaying action. The air inside his suit was extremely limited. Without the connection to the spaceplane’s internal oxygen, he’d be hypoxic in about a minute.
He reached out and kicked the pilot’s seat, altering his trajectory so that he hit Colchev squarely in the stomach with both fists. The pain he could see on Colchev’s face through the Icarus suit’s clear visor told him the impact made an impression.
Tyler swung his elbow out and knocked the pistol away. Colchev slapped at Tyler’s helmet, causing him to somersault backward. He was already getting light-headed from the lack of oxygen, but holding his breath wouldn’t help. He had to make this a short fight. The whistling of the air was gone, meaning the pressure inside was now equal to the vacuum outside.
Colchev launched himself toward the Killswitch, but Tyler grabbed his ankles before he could reach it. Tyler halted his own forward momentum by looping his toes around the edge of the pilot’s seat.
The sudden stop whirled Colchev toward the hatch. Too late, Tyler saw Colchev grasp the emergency release handle and yank it.
The hatch door swung open. Colchev pushed away from it back toward the Killswitch. As Colchev struggled mightily against his grip, Tyler held on, but Colchev now had the advantage.
Because Tyler wasn’t hooked to the internal oxygen, the carbon dioxide level in his suit would soon reach a lethal concentration. He could already feel himself getting dizzy. It was only a matter of time before he passed out.
Jess had to do something. Tyler was in a war of attrition with Colchev, and the Russian had the upper hand. And if Tyler was unable to beat him, she wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight with him.
The Killswitch was what Colchev was stretching for. She realized that with the hatch open, she could put the unarmed weapon permanently out of reach no matter what happened to her and Tyler.
Her heart pounding, she detached herself from the oxygen hose and pulled herself along the seats until she was floating above the Killswitch. Though the LCD timer read three minutes, it wasn’t counting down; Colchev hadn’t activated it yet. It didn’t matter that Jess had no idea how to disable the bomb. She had another solution.
Colchev waved his arms violently from four feet away, straining to get to her, but Tyler wouldn’t let go even as he was on the verge of unconsciousness.
Jess unhooked the quick-release bindings that were holding the Killswitch in place. She grabbed the end of it, and as she expected, the heavy bomb was now easy to maneuver.
With a firm grip, she aimed it at the open hatch. She braced her feet against the fuselage wall and then sprang forward.
Jess flew across the cabin, and when she was sure the Killswitch would clear the opening, she let go and flailed for purchase to prevent herself from following it out into the abyss.
Her hand latched onto the armrest of the nearest seat, and she swung around, her legs dangling through the open hatch.
Jess screamed at the thought of falling into space and used all of her strength to pull herself back inside. She glided to the back of the cabin where she saw the air hose floating next to her seat. She attached it and inhaled the cool oxygen blowing through.
Her terror abated, and she came to her senses long enough to see Tyler go limp. Colchev wriggled free from his grasp and pushed himself forward.
Jess steeled herself to fight him as best she could, but instead of coming for her, he went toward the base of the first row of seats. He rummaged around for a moment and then came up holding a fire extinguisher.
He placed his feet against a window and bent his knees. Then he did something that made Jess gasp in astonishment.
Colchev pushed off from the window and shot out the Skyward’s hatch into open space.
FIFTY-NINE
Tyler’s limbs were numb. A coldness seeped through his veins. His ears buzzed as though he were listening to a conch shell. Fog covered the inside of his visor. Or maybe the fog was in his mind.
Through the haze, Tyler made out a figure swimming toward him.
Colchev. Colchev was trying to get to the Killswitch. Tyler had to stop him. He reached forward but his fingers wouldn’t flex. The cold was unbearable.
He was vaguely aware of being pulled by the leg. His back hit something soft and yielding.
Knocking…Knocking…
His eyes snapped open.
His body was being shaken, and he heard a rapping on his helmet. Then he was suddenly aware of the air coursing through his suit. Jess floated in front of him, mouthing words he couldn’t hear.
He looked around and saw that he was in the first row of seats, and the oxygen hose was connected.
The hatch was closed. Wasn’t it open before? Yes, because Colchev had opened it.
And that’s when he realized two things were missing: the Killswitch and Colchev.
He pulled Jess’s helmet to his until they touched.
“Can you hear me?” he said.
“Yes.” Her voice sounded tinny, but it was understandable.
“What happened?”
“I threw the Killswitch out the hatch, but Colchev went after it. He’s propelling himself with a fire extinguisher. I don’t know how long we have.”
Tyler unhooked himself from the hose and launched himself over to the pilot’s seat. He could see Colchev about four hundred yards away. The coppery exterior of the Killswitch flashed in the distance beyond him.
They had a few minutes at most. Once Colchev reached the Killswitch, he wouldn’t bother with a delay. It was a suicide mission now. The detonation would be nearly instantaneous.
Jumping out of the spaceplane himself wouldn’t do any good. He’d never catch up to Colchev.
But the fuel gauge said the rocket still had some life in it.
Tyler had no time to tell Jess what he was planning. He motioned for her to buckle up and strapped himself into the pilot’s seat before attaching the air hose.
Suddenly he heard Jess’s voice. “Tyler,” she muttered, “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Me too.”
“Tyler! How can you hear me?”
The air hose must also have had an audio umbilical so that the pilot could communicate with the passengers, but he didn’t take time to explain it.
