“Well, you’re a ways from one now.”
Thorne returned to the back panel of the trailer, and pulled out a pair of heavy rifles. Beneath the barrel of each hung two aluminum canisters, side by side. He handed one rifle to Eddie, showed the other to Malcolm. “You ever seen these?”
“Read about them,” Malcolm said. “This is the Swedish thing?”
“Right. Lindstradt air gun. Most expensive rifle in the world. Rugged, simple, accurate, and reliable. Fires a subsonic Fluger impact delivery dart, containing whatever compound you want.” Thorne cracked open the cartridge bank, revealing a row of plastic containers filled with straw-colored liquid. Each cartridge was tipped with a three-inch needle. “We’ve loaded the enhanced venom of Conus purpurascens, the South Sea cone shell. It’s the most powerful neurotoxin in the world. Acts within a two-thousandth of a second. It’s faster than the nerve-conduction velocity. The animal’s down before it feels the prick of the dart.”
“Lethal?”
Thorne nodded. “No screwing around here. Just remember, you don’t want to shoot yourself in the foot with this, because you’ll be dead before you realize that you’ve pulled the trigger.”
Malcolm nodded. “Is there an antidote?”
“No. But what’s the point? There’d be no time to administer it if there was.”
“That makes things simple,” Malcolm said, taking the gun.
“Just thought you ought to know,” Thorne said. “Eddie? Let’s get going.”
The Stream
Eddie climbed into the Explorer. Thorne and Malcolm climbed into the cab of the trailer. A moment later, the radio clicked. Eddie said, “You putting up the database, Doc?”
“Right now,” Thorne said.
He plugged the optical disk into the dashboard slot. On the small monitor facing him, he saw the island appear, but it was largely obscured behind patches of cloud. “What good is that?” Malcolm said.
“Just wait,” Thorne said. “It’s a system. It’s going to sum data.”
“Data from what?”
“Radar.” In a moment, a satellite radar image overlaid the photograph. The radar could penetrate the clouds. Thorne pressed a button, and the computer traced the edges, enhancing details, highlighting the faint spidery track of the road system.
“Pretty slick,” Malcolm said. But to Thorne, he seemed tense.
“I’ve got it,” Eddie said, on the radio.
Malcolm said, “He can see the same thing?”
“Yes. On his dashboard.”
“But I don’t have the CPS,” Eddie said, anxiously. “Isn’t it working?”
“You guys,” Thorne said. “Give it a minute. It’s reading the optical. Waystations are coming up.”
There was a cone-shaped Global Positioning Sensor mounted in the roof of the trailer. Taking radio data from orbiting navigation satellites thousands of miles overhead, the GPS could calculate the position of the vehicles within a few yards. In a moment, a flashing red X appeared on the map of the island.
“Okay,” Eddie said, on the radio. “I got it. Looks like a road leading out of the clearing to the north. That where we’re going?”
“I’d say so,” Thorne said. According to the map, the road twisted several miles across the interior of the island, before finally reaching a place where all the roads seemed to meet. There was the suggestion of buildings there, but it was hard to be sure.
“Okay, Doc. Here we go.”
Eddie drove past him, and took the lead. Thorne stepped on the accelerator, and the trailer hummed forward, following the Explorer.
Beside him, Malcolm was silent, fiddling with a small notebook computer on his lap. He never looked out the window.
In a few moments, they had left the clearing behind, and were moving through dense jungle. Thorne’s panel lights flashed: the vehicle switched to its batteries. There wasn’t enough sunlight coming through the trees to power the trailer any more. They drove on.
“How you doing, Doc?” Eddie said. “You holding charge?”
“Just fine, Eddie.”
“He sounds nervous,” Malcolm said.
“Just worried about the equipment.”
“The hell,” Eddie said. “I’m worried about me.”
Although the road was overgrown and in poor condition they made good progress. After about ten minutes, they came to a small stream, with muddy banks. The Explorer started across it, then stopped. Eddie got out, stepping over rocks in the water, walking back.
“What is it?”