The Dark Hour by Robin Burcell

Author:Robin Burcell [Burcell, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2012-11-30T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter 39

December 11

Amazon, coast of Brazil

Marc opened his eyes, finding Daron unmoving, his face crushed. The gun had flown from Marc’s hand on impact, and he looked around for it, saw it several feet away next to a red and white fire extinguisher, blood smeared across the surface.

He started to scramble for it.

“There’s no one else here.”

Marc froze at the sound of Lisette’s voice. He turned, shielded his eyes from the sun to see her standing over him. “You’re okay?”

“Who do you think hit the bastard with the fire extinguisher?” she said, reaching down to help him to his feet. “You looked like you could use some assistance.”

“The driver?”

She pointed out to sea. “I think he’s history.”

“Guess I owe you one.” Marc looked offshore, saw the man floating facedown, then turned back to Lisette. “Are you hurt?”

“A few bruises. You?”

“Fine,” he said, kneeling next to Daron, feeling for his pulse. There was none. He stood.

“Now what?” Lisette asked. “We have no cell phone signal. I checked.”

Marc scanned the area. There was nothing but jungle on either side of them as far as the eye could see, and behind them, endless ocean. The Zenobia was no longer in sight. There was no beach to speak of. The ocean water lapped into the tree line, creating a swamp at the edge of the jungle. “They must have a compound around here,” he said, going up to look at all the boat’s gauges. The sun beat down on them and he could feel the sweat dripping off his back. “Couldn’t be too far. There isn’t much gas.” He was about to hop out of the boat to see if they could push it back in the water, when he saw the crack in the hull and the water seeping in near the front of the boat. “Looks like we’re walking.”

“Please tell me there are no snakes in this part of the world.”

“Hardly any,” he lied.

“Can we at least strip out of this gear?”

“Better wait until we get through the swamp. The boots will help keep our feet dry, and we can hide everything in the jungle. No sense hanging out a flag that there are two of us.”

Lisette pulled at the front of her hazmat suit, and he did the same, feeling the welcome offshore breeze enter his neckline, cooling his sweat-soaked shirt. Beneath their suits, they both wore black T-shirts and black BDU pants tucked into military boots. Not exactly the best color to blend in during the day, but then they weren’t thinking of traipsing through a jungle when they dressed this morning.

Even though the suits were hot, difficult to move around in, Marc and Lisette got to work, searching the boat to see what they could salvage. He found a canvas bag filled with tools, the majority of which he dumped. Lisette rummaged through the front of the boat and found binoculars and a first aid kit as well as some other items she tossed into the bag. Marc pulled open Daron’s hazmat suit and went through his pockets.

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