Nathan paled.
During the discourse, Louis had noticed Nate's gaze flick toward the tree. He waved an arm back to the giant. 'The timers are set for three hours from now. Eight o'clock, to be precise,' Louis said. He knew everyone here had seen the force of a single napalm bomb. Multiplied by nine, he watched the hopelessness settle into their faces.
Louis continued, 'We've also seeded other incendiary bombs throughout the canyon, including the chasm leading up here, which we'll explode as soon as we vacate the area. We couldn't risk the possibility that we missed an Indian hidden up here who might free you. And I'm afraid, tied up or not, there's no escape. This entire isolated valley will become one mighty firestorm-destroying all remnants of the miracle sap and acting as a bonfire in the night to attract any helicopters winging this way. A fiery diversion to cover our flight:'
The utter defeat in their eyes shone dully.
Louis smiled. 'As you can see, it's all well planned:'
Behind him, Louis's lieutenant approached briskly and stopped at his shoulder. The Colombian ignored the prisoners as if they were mere sheep.
'Yes, Mask?'
'All is in order. We can evacuate at your word:'
'You have it:' Louis glanced again at the line of men and women. 'I'm afraid duty calls. I must bid you all a fond adieu:'
Turning away, Louis felt a twinge of satisfaction, knowing that it was ultimately the young man's father, Carl Rand, who had truly brought his proud son to his doom. Following in his father's footsteps . . .
He hoped the old man was watching from hell.
4:55 PM.
Nate knelt with the others, beaten and crushed by the news. He watched dully as the camp organized for their departure.
Kouwe spoke at his shoulder. 'Favre has placed all this faith in the Yagga's sap:'
Nate turned his head, careful of the noose around his neck. 'What does it matter now?'
'He expects it to cure the contagion, like it does physical wounds, but we've no proof it can:'
Nate shrugged. 'What do you want us to do?'
'Tell him,' Kouwe said.
'And help him? Why?'
'It's not him I'm trying to help. It's all those out in the world dying of the disease. The cure to the contagion lies here. I feel it. And he's going to destroy it, wiping out any chance to stop the curse of the Ban-ali. We must try to warn him:'
Nate frowned. In his mind, he saw Manny's murder . . . his friend's body falling to the dirt. He understood in his mind what Kouwe was suggesting, but he just couldn't get his heart to go along with it.
'He won't listen anyway,' Nate said, seeking some compromise between heart and mind, some justification for remaining silent. 'Favre's operating under a strict timetable. He has another six to eight hours at the most before a military response is mustered. All he can do is plunder what he can and run:'
'We must make him listen,' Kouwe insisted.
Raised voices echoed to them from the Yagga. Both men glanced toward the tunnel in the trunk. A pair of mercenaries strode out with a stretcher between them. Nate recognized their own makeshift travois and Frank tied on top. He was bound like a trussed pig, ready for the spit.
Next came Kelly, walking on her own, her hands tied behind her back. She shuffled beside Favre and his naked Indian mistress. They were all trailed by additional gunmen.
'You don't know what you're doing!' Kelly argued loudly. 'We don't know if the sap can cure anything!'
Nate heard their own argument from a moment ago.
Louis shrugged. 'St. Savin will have paid me long before it's ever discovered if you're right or not. They'll look at your brother's legs-or what's left of them-and shovel the contracted millions into my account:'
'What about all those dying? The children, the elderly.'
'What do I care? My grandparents are already dead. And I have no children.'
Kelly blustered hotly, then her eyes fell on the group of her friends. Her face crinkled in confusion. She glanced ahead to the trail of thirty or so men marching out of the valley, then back at the group of prisoners.
'What's going on?' she asked.
'Oh, your friends . . . they'll be staying here.'
Kelly stared at the ring of explosives set around the tree, then over to them, her eyes settling on Nate. 'You . . . You can't just leave them here:'
'I can;' Louis said. 'I certainly can:'
She stumbled to a stop, her voice soft with tears. 'At least, let me say good-bye:'
Louis sighed with dramatic exasperation. 'Fine. But make it quick.' He took Kelly by the upper arm and guided her out of line, accompanied by his mistress and four armed guards.
Louis shoved her in front of them.
Nate's heart ached at seeing her. It would've been better if she had simply continued past them.
Tears rolled down her face. Kelly shuffled before each of them and said how sorry she was-as if all this were her fault. Nate barely listened, drinking up the sight of her with his eyes, knowing this would be the last time he ever saw her. She bent and placed her cheek against Professor Kouwe's, then moved to Nate at the end of the line.
She stared down at him, then dropped to her knees. 'Nate. . :'
'Hush,' he said with a sad smile, the word a secret reminder of their night together. 'Hush:'
Fresh tears flowed. 'I heard about Manny,' she said. 'I'm so sorry.'
Nate closed his eyes and bowed his head. 'If you get a chance,' he said under his breath, 'kill that French bastard:'
She leaned into him, sliding her cheek next to his. 'I promise,' she whispered at his ear, like a lover sharing a secret.
He turned his face and met her lips, not caring who saw. He kissed her one last time. She met his kiss, gasping between their joined lips.
Then she was torn away, yanked to her feet by Favre. He had a hand clenched around her arm. 'It would seem you two have been sharing more than just a professional relationship,' he said with a sneer.
Favre whipped Kelly around and kissed her hard on the mouth. She cried out in surprise and shock. Louis released her, throwing her back toward the Indian woman. Blood dripped from his lip.
Kelly had bitten him.
He wiped his chin. 'Don't worry, Nathan. I'll take good care of your woman:' He glanced back to Kelly and his mistress. 'Tshui and I will make sure her stay with us is an enjoyable one. Won't we, Tshui?'
The Indian witch leaned closer to their prisoner and fingered a curl o' Kelly's auburn hair, sniffing at it.
'See, Nathan. Tshui is already intrigued:'
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Nate struggled to lunge at the man, fighting his bonds. 'You bastard,' he hissed, choking as the strangle noose tightened.
'Calm yourself, my boy.' Louis stepped back, putting an arm around Kelly. 'She's in good hands:'
Tears of frustration rolled down his face. His breath was a ragged gasp as the noose dug into the flesh of his neck. Still he struggled. He would die anyway. What did it matter if he strangled or burned?
Louis glanced down at him sadly, then dragged Kelly away. The man mumbled as he left, 'A shame . . . such a nice boy, but so much tragedy in his life:'
Nate began to see stars dancing at the edges of his blackening vision.
Kouwe hissed at Nate. 'Stop struggling, Nate.'
'Why?' he gasped.
'Where there is life, there is hope:'
Nate sagged in his bonds, not so much finding significance in the professor's words as simple defeat. His breathing became incrementally easier. He stared after the retreating mercenary band, but his eyes stayed focused on Kelly. She glanced back one time, just before disappearing into the jungle fringe. Then she was gone.
