company had an entire continent to choose from. The idea was exhilarating. In the city, every place he stepped had been trod a thousand times before. Here his footfall might be primary. He was Adam! Deliberately isolated so that each group achieved the independence and self-reliance it was seeking. There could be no second thoughts about waiting here at the drop-off point for a ride back home. The transport wouldn't return no matter what happened. The time to back out was gone.
The finality of it was delicious, but so daunting he momentarily felt he was looking over a precipice into a chasm too deep to see bottom.
Amaya stirred, small and pretty in her sleepiness, and slowly sat up, looking around with dawning delight. 'It's beautiful!' she cried, rubbing her eyes. 'I feel like my brain's made of cotton from those sedatives but my God, the light! It's like a painting! Better than I dreamed!'
Tucker groaned and began to move as well. His eyelids fluttered. For a moment a look of fear crossed his face, and then he relaxed. He remembered.
Ico stretched, stood, and glanced around more appraisingly. 'We're out of the cage,' he pronounced.
'I still feel hungover from those chemicals,' Daniel told him. 'How about you?'
He looked sly. 'I'm sleepy, but not from any damn witches' brew cooked up by Outback Adventure. I stayed awake and listened to some of the cockpit chatter.'
'Stayed awake?'
'I told you I don't trust the bastards. I've got some friends in what you might call 'the medicinal trade.' There are things you can get that counter the normal sedative cocktail. I took some before we boarded and it fought the drugs. It was a little hairy- my heart raced for a time while I was trying to play possum- but it worked. I kept listening for hours until I got so damned tired and bored I just fell asleep naturally.'
Tucker shook his head. 'You're one paranoid dude, you know that?'
'I just wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting into, so I could scream bloody hell if I didn't end up liking it.'
'And do you like it?'
Ico looked around. 'So far.'
'Where are we, master spy?' Daniel asked.
He looked sheepish. 'Australia.' There was a long pause. 'I didn't pick up any coordinates. It was kind of hard to follow the airline bullshit. They seemed to have code words.'
'Great. Did you learn anything?'
He winked. 'The co-pilot is screwing an attendant. They talked about that for a while.'
The others laughed. 'Good job, Sherlock,' Tucker said.
The eavesdropper grinned. 'At least I tried. We hairless apes need information to survive. Right?'
'Which we don't have,' Daniel said.
'Well,' Ico added, 'I know where we aren't.'
'Kansas?' asked Tucker.
'No, where we're supposed to be.' He enjoyed their mystification. 'Since I was awake anyway, I had a little fun at the transfer point. They tied tags to us like corpses to sort us out. I had a minute to shift them while we waited on gurneys in the dark. We've been put where one quartet was supposed to be and they've been put in our place. Funny, no?'
'You switched our destination?' Amaya asked. 'Why?'
'We don't know where we are. But now they don't either.' He bent back his head to shout to the sky. 'You lost your luggage, you arrogant bastards!' Some of the birds flew up in alarm.
Daniel shook his head. 'You're crazy, you know that?'
'Damn right I'm crazy. Why else would I be here?'
There was some befuddled silence as the others digested what Ico had done. It shouldn't matter, should it? 'So,' Daniel said, 'we don't know where we are or exactly where we have to go. Should we talk some strategy?'
'Australia generally gets wetter the farther east you go,' Amaya recited, remembering the geography they'd been briefed on. 'The desert looks pretty dry beyond the trees of this oasis. Judging from that, I'd say we have a long ways to go.'
'That's good,' Tucker said. 'I came for a long ways.'
'Let's be pessimistic,' Daniel said. 'Say a thousand straight-line miles to the coast, and we average fifteen a day.'
'But only ten in a straight line,' Amaya amended.
'Yeah, okay. So that's a hundred days. A bit over three months. We can do that, right?'
'I don't know if we can move even that fast,' Tucker cautioned. 'Eventually we have to look for food, water. Finding our way…'
'We should allow for injuries and rest,' Amaya said. 'And some R and R.'
'We should allow for the possibility they set us down ten miles from the west coast and we have to walk across the whole bloody continent, which is as big as the United States,' said Ico.
'Which is exactly the puzzle we asked for, right?' added Tucker.
'We know the most important thing,' Daniel said. 'We have to walk toward that rising sun. Exodus Port is on the east coast.'
'And maybe we do know more,' Ico added.
Tucker grinned. 'Uh-oh, here it comes. He heard something after all.'
'No. But I wasn't content with being spoon-fed by Outback Adventure, either. As far as I was concerned, they were the first challenge, with their 'we'll tell you this but not that' bullshit. So I did a little research outside the envelope.'
'And?' Amaya asked.
'I bought a map.'
'What! How?'
'You can get all kinds of stuff on the black market.'
'They didn't confiscate it?'
'Not unless they unsewed my sleeping bag.' He bent to his pack. 'I put it in my lining.'
Tucker was shaking his head. 'You're something else, you know that, Washington? What you did is against the rules. What you did does defeat the purpose.'
Ico was using a penknife to cut a small slit in his sleeping bag. 'It defeats their purpose, which is to have us wandering around the desert like morons. My purpose is to prove I can beat the system and think for myself.' He brought out a folded paper. 'We're at war, people. With nature, with Outback Adventure, and with time. I intend to win.' He unfolded the map. 'Ta-da!'
'It doesn't matter,' Daniel dismissed.
'Here, see?' Ico held it up proudly.
'It's useless, Ico.'
He looked irritated. 'What do you mean?'
'Show me on that map where we are.'
'We're going to figure out where we are. With landmarks.'
'Show me where we're going.'
'Give me time, Dyson.'
'Even if we had a clue where we are on your map, we don't know if it's fake or real. It could lead us astray as easily as take us where we need to go. It's a complete waste of time and money.' He didn't like the fact that Ico had brought a map without telling them. Or eavesdropped. Or switched their drop-off point. It was an arrogant little stunt.
'Daniel…' Amaya mediated.
'Maybe,' Ico said. 'Or it just may save your ass.' He was defiant. 'I checked my supplier out. I believe this is real. And I'm trying to play the game by my rules.'
'No you're not. You're trying to cheat. I want to beat them fairly, by finding our own way.'
'You want to jump through their hoops. Good doggie.'
'I think you should have stayed home if you need a damn road atlas…'
