He had regained consciousness to the sounds of voices. He recognized one right away. It belonged to the prisoner Quinn, who had escaped and ruined everything.
Without opening his eyes, he tried to follow their conversation, but it was hard to focus. He had been shot- how many times, he didn’t know-but his body refused to die.
Finally the voices stopped, and a door closed.
He lay there for a moment, just to be sure, and then pried his eyelids apart.
With effort, he pushed himself into a sitting position before rising painfully to his feet. He had to pause and grab the wall. He thought he was about to pass out again, but then the haze cleared and he was back.
He looked around.
Right. That’s where he’d been when they shot him again.
To his left was the way back into the fort. To his right, the open door to the antechamber that housed the fort’s exit. Through the doorway, he could see something odd on the floor, something his mind was having a hard time processing. He walked over for a closer look.
Bodies. All wearing uniforms.
No, not all. Harris was there, too. Dead.
“Huh,” he said, feeling no emotion whatsoever.
“Janus?”
If Janus had been able to, he would have jumped in surprise. Instead, his head slowly turned to the voice.
Strapped to a chair directly behind the bodies was Senor Romero, looking even more frail than usual.
“Janus. Untie me. Now!”
Janus staggered into the room, and stopped beside Romero’s chair.
“Come on!” Romero said. “Quickly!”
He looked at the old man, and glanced at the straps holding Romero down. They looked like the same straps that had been on the electroshock machine upstairs. Thick and strong. A good choice.
“Hurry! Get me out of this chair!”
Janus walked over to the pile of weapons, awkwardly lowered himself to his knees, and hunted around.
“What are you doing?” Romero asked. “Get over here!”
Janus found a knife and pulled it out.
“If that will make it faster, fine. Now cut me out.”
A knife was fine, but there was something that would do the job even better. Back on his feet, Janus raised the rifle he’d grabbed and shot Romero in the chest. No sense in letting the old man outlive him.
He stared at his work for second. His bullet had gone right through the letter A of the word WATCH that was on a piece of plastic attached to Romero’s shirt. Why it was there, he had no idea, nor did he care.
For a moment, he lost focus, his mind drifting off. When he snapped back, he was looking toward the door to the outside.
Using the rifle as a cane, he made his way outside.
There was one other person who needed to die before he did today.
They made it to the airstrip five minutes before they saw the jet descending toward them.
“You broke the first rule, you know,” Quinn said to Nate as they waited.
“Never get caught,” Nate said with a nod.
Quinn put a hand against his forehead to shade his eyes as he tracked the plane’s progress. “I’ve never been caught.”
Nate’s face scrunched up on one side. “Is that true?”
“It’s what I’m telling you.”
“So it’s not true.”
“It might be.
“And it might not.”
They fell silent for a moment.
“Thanks for coming to get me,” Nate said. “You know I’d do the same for you.”
“Whether you would or wouldn’t have before, you have to now. You owe me.”
“Oh, good Lord,” Orlando said. “Are you boys finished? The rest of us don’t want to hear this.”
“I was just thanking him,” Nate said.
“And I was just accepting that thanks,” Quinn added.
She rolled her eyes.
Seconds later the plane swooped in, its tires emitting a rubbery screech as they touched down. Before the jet had even stopped moving, the group headed down the clearing beside the tarmac to meet it. They were about a hundred feet away when the door opened, and Liz hopped down the ladder.
“Nate!” she said, running toward him.
Nate paused for half a second. “Liz?”
“I knew there was something I forgot to mention,” Quinn said, allowing himself a playful smile. “And by the way, you and I need to have a talk about what you’re allowed to tell my sister and what you’re not.”
Janus coulnd’t see the plane, but he could hear it. Afraid they’d know he was following them if he moved any closer, he’d stayed within the cover of the jungle, a dozen feet from the clearing.
The walk from the fort had drained all but the last bit of his energy. Each step now felt like he was moving through a vat of mud. His eyesight, too, had become problematic. Though he could see the others standing together near the landing strip, he had to use all his concentration to pick out the one he was pretty sure was Quinn.
He was the one who had to die.
The roar of the jet increased. Putting a hand on the tree next to him, Janus leaned forward so he could see the end of the runway. A plane appeared over the island, and seemed to hover in the air for a second before landing. He watched as it raced down the runway, passed the group waiting for it, and stopped near the other end.
He thought it would come back this way, but instead Quinn and his friends were walking toward it.
He knew he couldn’t go much further. His body had given him all it had and more already. But he couldn’t let Quinn get away.
He weaved unsteadily out of the brush, and forced himself to follow the troublemaker. Halfway there, he knew he wouldn’t make it. Worse yet, Quinn was at the front of the group, greeting someone who had just come out of the plane. He was too far away.
Janus wanted to scream, but he held it in.
The rifle felt like a thousand pounds as he raised it to his shoulder. He steadied himself as best he could, pointing the weapon at the back of the pack.
“You all go to hell,” he whispered, then pulled the trigger.
To say Quinn was getting used to seeing his sister and Nate embrace would have been stretching reality. But this time there was a certain satisfaction.
There’d been moments over the last few days when he wondered if the two of them would ever have the chance to be together again. But here they were, arm in arm. It was a sight to be cherished, not frowned upon.
“All right, everyone,” Quinn said, turning toward the others. “Let’s get on-”
The word stuck in this throat as he saw Janus standing seventy yards behind the group, not only alive but pointing a rifle in their direction.
As he pulled out his gun, he shouted, “Down! Everyone!”
