It had been agreed that at dawn they’d split into two groups, one going east around the narrow perimeter trail, the other west. Finnegan was convinced the radio message that had drawn them on from Ginnsburg Falls must have come from very close to the lake.
“We’ll walk easy and take care.”
J.B. had asked about guards. The Trader had instilled into them that you always posted sentriesit was universal practice.
“Even here?” Finnegan asked.
Ryan was torn. All his senses told him that even in paradise there might be poisonous serpents. But the temptation to succumb to the beauty and peace of the place was overwhelming.
“Let’s let it go a night. Nobody can come up without waking one of us. Not over that loose stone.”
“Be real good to have a fucking night without having to get up and fucking walk around on guard,” Finnegan said, grinning from ear to ear.
RYAN WOKE ONCE, disturbed by the charred end of one of the branches falling into the gleaming ruby embers of the fire. Through the lattice of the branches of the pines around him, he could see the bland face of the moon shining serenely down. He got up to take a leak at the edge of the clearing, his urine steaming in the cold.
His mind was filled with Krysty’s words about settling down and raising a family. And he remembered Doc’s words.
“Must have been a hell of a good land,” he whispered to himself before rejoining the others and enjoying the best sleep he’d had in ages.
They woke to find themselves prisoners.
Chapter Fourteen
JAK LAUREN WOKE FIRST, disturbed by the faint crunching of boots over the rough pumice. He blinked his eyes open, looked quickly around the clearing where they all slept and saw that it was still night, with only the cloud-fringed moon casting a pale silver light. The fire had died away to a pile of gray ashes.
“We got company, friends,” he said in a normal conversational voice, taking the greatest care not to make any hasty movements.
Ryan woke next, his one good eye opening. He too looked around while keeping very still.
“Fourteen,” he said to himself. And if he could see that many, then he was almost certain that there were more in the trees around the camp.
Lori woke next, sitting up, her hands going to her mouth in shock when she saw the ring of silent figures in identical uniforms of black plastic that reflected the silver moonlight.
J.B. reacted like Jak and Ryan, simply opening his eyes, taking in what was happening, not taking any risks on getting shot. Squinting in the darkness, his eyes locked on the intruders’ weapons. Their blasters were stubby, like machine pistols, with a narrow barrel above the firing muzzle. They probably had some kind of laser-controlled firing system, he thought, but the magazine seemed to hold ammunition unlike anything the Armorer had ever seen.
Krysty, awake now too, looked calmly at the silent enemy. Her long, brilliantly red hair curled softly and defensively around the nape of her neck, the tendrils brushing her skin. She found it unnerving that it wasn’t possible to see the faces of their antagonists, or even determine their sex.
Apart from the gleaming black uniforms, they wore long boots with flat heels made of the same plastic material, and their domed helmets had visors that totally concealed their eyes.
Finnegan was snoring on his back, but Jak’s voice finally penetrated. His first reaction was to reach for his blaster, but at his movement, every one of the strange weapons veered in his direction. He shrugged his shoulders at the inevitability of it and grinned at the nearest person. “No problem, brother. No fucking problem. Am I right, or am I fucking right?”
There was no reply.
Dr. Theophilus Tanner was the last one in the group to fumble his way back to consciousness, and only when Lori shoved his shoulder.
“Too early for Communion, Emily, my dear,” he muttered as he gathered some shreds of control and sat up. Then, rubbing the sleep from his rheumy eyes, he looked at the silent circle around them. “By the three Kennedys! We are attacked by Death Vader.” He glanced at his puzzled companions. “A famous character from the popular fictions of I disremember me when it was.”