"What do we do now?" Ico said.
"We wait," she said. "We're a thousand miles from where they expected to get this signal. I have no idea how they'll react to it. Or how long it will take."
"What if it doesn't come?"
Rugard snorted. "Then I cut out your little weasel heart. Before our ex-friends catch up with us and cut out ours."
It took eleven hours. The rescue craft came in at the end of a long night, lightless and with a low whine, dropping from the heavens like a spaceship or angel. They were only certain it was there when a stabbing spotlight painted the ridge with illumination.
Raven stood in the glare. "Get ready!" Ico and Rugard began circling around, outside the cone of light.
The craft slipped in closer, the grass flattening down beneath its blowers and shuddering from the exhaust. How many other hovers were also dropping down across Australia this night, depositing fresh groups of eager Outback Adventurers and sullen, frightened convicts?
The rear cockpit door swung open and she ran for it.
"What the hell are you doing here?" the pilot barked at her.
"I had some problems. It's quite a story."
"The beacon- you have both parts?" A light was in her eyes as he scanned her identity picture. She wondered how close to it she still looked. More like a wild woman now, she supposed. A wilderness woman.
She nodded and pointed. "Back there, in the grass."
"You know we can't leave that crap here! Go get it! Now, now, move!" He glanced around nervously. They hated to touch down in this place.
She sprinted back, trusting their eyes would hold on her form as she did so. That gave enough time. Rugard and Ico rushed the hover from the other side, and before the pilots could react the convict was on top of them, his knife at the co-pilot's throat.
"They held the gate for us," Rugard cooed. "Aren't you going to say 'welcome aboard'?"
Ico crawled past him and began hunting for a seat belt to snap himself in.
Raven came running back and threw the transmitter and activator on board.
"Who are these guys?" the pilot asked.
"The ones you're taking back."
"There's not room for three. Can't you see that?"
"Indeed I can," Rugard agreed. "You friend here is getting off." He pulled the knife tighter to the co-pilot's throat and began to half haul him out of the aircraft. The man's hand drifted and the knife cut into flesh. "You reach for that gun again," Rugard hissed to his victim, "and you'll deplane dead."
"Let him go," Raven said.
"He's in your spot, bitch."
"No he isn't. I'm staying here."
The men turned to look at her.
"You two go on. Ico, do what you think best when you get back."
"Are you crazy?" Ico protested. "This is the only ticket home!"
"I don't want to go back. And I don't want the transmitter, either. It's caused nothing but trouble. I'm staying in Australia."
"But why?"
She smiled then, a secret smile to herself. "When I went outside, I found my inside," she explained softly. "I'm in love. With a man. With a place. And maybe, someday, with myself."
There was a dead silence. Rugard stared at her in disbelief. She'd give up the world to stay with a loser like Dyson? He broke into a harsh laugh. "You're choosing squalor?"
"I sent people here, and I've sent enough. It's time to see what it was I was trying to send them to."
"To hell!" Ico cried.
She just smiled at him. "Goodbye, Ico."
The men looked at each other, then shrugged. Rugard confiscated the co-pilot's gun, took his knife away from the man's throat, and shoved him back into place. Then he settled into the seat behind him. "Fine. What do I care?" The bitch was getting away again, but so what? Staying in the wilderness was a worse fate than anything he could devise for her. She'd suffer a lifetime. "You're welcome to it."
"This man," Raven told the pilots, pointing to Ico, "is my designated successor and replacement. He can tell my superiors everything I can about conditions here. Probably more. He's earned the right to get back. Do you understand?"
Slowly, they nodded.
"Be careful of the other one," she said. "He has a temper."
"Damn right I do."
Then, before anyone could change their mind, she ran from the rescue craft and vanished in the bush like an extinguished spark. The hover lights switched off and the craft began rising into the sky.
"Stay off the com," Rugard told the pilots. "If you need to talk, you can chat with me."
Raven looked up at the hover's shadow wheeling away across the stars, and gulped. I'm trying to lose my way, she'd once told Daniel. It had seemed like a clever line at the time. Now it was simply true.
Then she walked back down the ridge to find her way with the man she loved.
The hover swung out over a glittering sea and followed a road of moonlight. The illumination was so bright they could see the dark pattern of huge reefs below, the water sparkling with luminescence.
"Where are we going?" Ico asked.
"To a recovery ship offshore," the pilot replied.
"No we're not," said Rugard. He tapped the pilot's shoulder with the gun. "Set a course for Jakarta. There's a lot of islands in Indonesia a man can get lost in."
"They'll be suspicious if we turn off course," the pilot warned.
"Then go down to wave level and get off their fucking radar, you moron." He grinned. "This is your captain speaking."
They descended to skim the sea surface as they flew north, spray speckling the hover canopy. Rugard sat back more easily, the knife in one hand and the gun in the other. He'd done it! He was getting back! He'd slipped out of the toughest cage they'd devised for him yet, and he had a lot of plans to make up for lost time. "See how easy life is when you just take what you want?" he told Ico. "And after that little spell of Purgatory, I've got a lot of taking to do. A lot of taking, indeed!"
"You're a moral-impaired, aren't you?" the pilot accused.
"I am the fucking face of pure evil, my friend! Your worst nightmare, sitting just one row behind you! That's why I say, and you do!"
"You got that right." The pilot's hand had drifted to an armrest console. Now a finger extended, and before Ico could open his mouth to ask why, there was a bang, a howling hiss, and Rugard was gone.
Ico was stunned, slammed aside so hard that the wind had been knocked out of him. Rugard Sloan and his flight chair had been shot out of the aircraft with a small explosion, moist tropic air now roaring into the emptiness where the convict had sat a moment before. Later, much later, Ico would remember he'd heard a trailing scream. But maybe that was just his imagination.
Certainly there was an impressive splash where the convict hit the ocean, twenty miles from the Australian coast.
The hover canopy snapped back down and the shriek of wind was shut out. They banked. "Some of the biggest sharks in the world down there," the pilot commented. "Of course he might never come conscious enough to notice, since his chute didn't have time to deploy."
Ico sat as if made of stone, his arm bruised from where the adjacent chair had erupted upward. The emptiness of the space it had occupied felt like an abyss.
"These Q-180s all have ejection seats," the co-pilot added. "Of course, a smart boy like you probably knew that, didn't you?"
Ico opened his mouth but could say nothing. His bowels felt like water. He was waiting to be fired out into space. Had Raven known?
"Now," the pilot continued in a drawl, "where was it you wanted to go?"
"Where… wherever you take me," Ico stammered.
"That's what I thought." And the craft set a steady course to the east.
CHAPTER THIRTY