wrong? Where are you?”
The voice called back from behind the cabin. “Help me, miss!”
McKinney ran between her cabin and the next, calling out. “Adwele, where are you? What’s going on?”
But the boy’s voice was receding now, heading into the jungle. “Miss, help me. Help me!”
McKinney ran after his voice, struggling to put the brass whistle to her lips as she sprinted into the dense brush of the jungle, branches smacking her face. Before she could blow on it, she ran headlong into something laid across the path that caught her in the shins. She stumbled onto the jungle floor-but held on to the flashlight. She had it clenched tightly in her hand.
The voice was just next to her now. Above her. “Help me, miss…”
“Adwele!” McKinney rolled over and aimed the flashlight up into the nearest tree. Sitting on a branch there was a large black raven, its eyes glowing white with reflected light. It cocked its head and opened its beak, delivering a perfect imitation of the boy she knew.
“Help me, miss! Help me.”
A feeling of illogical terror gripped McKinney-a nonhuman intelligence had just tricked her. “Oh, my God…”
The raven flew off into the night.
And then the world exploded. Behind her a sound so loud and sharp that she felt it more than heard it as the shock wave passed through her body, blasting through the trees and kicking up a wave of dust in a blinding flash. Setting her ears ringing.
McKinney sucked for air and rolled onto her back to gaze fifty meters behind her at the research station.
Where her cabin had been there was now a raging inferno amid shattered wooden beams. Large pieces of fiery debris were still raining down, crashing into the trees. McKinney struggled to sit up-and to process what she was looking at.
An explosion.
Whistles were sounding in the research station now. Shadows of people running against the flames, shouting as the alarm went up. She was having difficulty comprehending what had just happened.
And then she felt a sharp sting in her right side. When she raised her hand to it, McKinney’s fingers encountered a metal dart protruding from her T-shirt, and before she could react, she fell back onto the jungle floor. Warm syrup now seemed to be moving through her veins, and as her head lolled to the side, she saw a human form dressed in black, its face hooded, coming toward her at a crouch. Some sort of pistol in gloved hands. Black goggles over the eyes.
Curious. It was the only emotion she could seem to muster as a second hooded form in black approached from the other direction. A gloved hand grabbed her flashlight and turned it off. Someone forced one of her eyes open wide and put two fingers against her throat as if taking her pulse.
A calm voice nearby spoke softly. “Odin to Safari-One-Six. Touchdown secure. We are Oscar Mike to extraction point.”
McKinney’s eyes focused on a sturdy climbing boot kneeling inches from her face. A brand-new Hanwag. She’d always wanted Hanwags. That was a damned fine boot. Her vision began to fade.
In fact, it was the best boot money could buy…
CHAPTER 7
At some point McKinney became aware that she was strapped into an airplane seat, a stethoscope pressing against her shirt.
A man’s voice close by: “Breathing normal. Pulse steady.” The stethoscope went away. “Blood pressure one-seventeen over seventy-six.” The sound of Velcro tearing and she felt pressure release from her left arm. “She’s stable.”
Another man’s voice. Deeper. “Thanks, Mooch.”
McKinney saw she was now wearing a gray flight suit, but she focused on her wrists. She was literally strapped into an airplane seat-her hands secured to the armrests by plastic zip-ties. The dull roar of turboprop engines throbbed around her. The window shade was down, so she couldn’t tell if it was day or night. She gazed forward at the dimly lit cabin. A couple of empty rows ahead of her, then a bulkhead. She sat in the aisle seat on the right side. An asymmetrical layout-two seats right of the aisle, one seat on the left. Some sort of commuter plane. The height and dimensions of the cabin seemed familiar. Before she realized it, she heard her own voice say, “A Twin Otter.”
That deep voice again, somewhere close by. “You know your bush planes.”
She was still fuzzy, answering the unknown voice reflexively. “We used to jump from DHC-6s.”
“Why’d you quit?”
“I promised my dad. After Mom died.” McKinney’s eyes wandered to the seat just across the aisle to see a trim, well-proportioned man sitting there. He had gray-blue eyes with a sun-worn face partly concealed by a Red Sox ball cap and a long black beard and mustache. The hat made him look like a rookie trade from the Taliban league. Otherwise, he was dressed in faded jeans with a weathered cameraman’s vest overrun with pockets. The man looked vaguely Mediterranean… or perhaps Central Asian? Or maybe he was just really tanned. It was hard to tell. His accent was perfect Midwestern American.
Oddly, he was now whispering soothing words to a large raven that stood on an armrest next to him. The man carefully removed a small transponder from around the raven’s leg as he spoke to it. The bird responded with soft keek-keek sounds and fluffed its throat and head feathers into punk-rocker spikes.
Woozy as she was, McKinney suspected the bird to be a hallucination, so she focused on the bearded man. “What happened? Has there been an accident?”
He glanced at her as he stroked the raven’s head. “No, everyone’s okay. You’re safe now.”
“I remember an explosion.” She winced and grabbed her side. “Why am I in so much pain?” There was a stabbing sensation in her ribs. In fact, her whole body felt bruised.
“That’s the Naloxone-it blocks opioid receptors.”
“Nalox… why was I… what…?” She was having trouble thinking.
“It was necessary to counteract the sufentanil. You’ll be sensitive to pain until it wears off.”
She shook her head in an attempt to wake up and finally succeeded in focusing her vision on the raven. The large black bird was apparently real, and it was studying her right back. The memory of the raven outside her window returned to her.
“I remember a bird. And an explosion.”
“That was Huginn you saw. This is Muninn.” On her confused frown he added, “Norse mythology. The god Odin had two ravens, Huginn and Muninn-‘thought’ and ‘memory.’ They flew across the land bringing him news of the world of men.”
“And they do that?”
He opened his hand to reveal a tiny transponder bracelet. McKinney could see what appeared to be a grid of copper leads on the surface of the device.
“Plenoptic camera. Called a ‘computational’ camera in the trade-lets us change the focal length after an image is taken, remove occlusions through synthetic aperture tracking. Lets us clearly view surveillance subjects through light cover-window screens and foliage.”
“How long have you been watching me?”
“Long enough to know you wouldn’t hesitate to help Adwele.”
“Your raven manipulated me.”
“Huginn saved your life. Spotter drones can be difficult for us to detect, but he has a knack.”
“Spotter drones? Who are you?” She tugged at her restraints. “And why the hell am I strapped into this chair?”
“You call me Odin.” He spoke next to the raven. “Muninn, eat. Go on.”
