The Lazarus Moment by Kennedy J. Robert

Author:Kennedy, J. Robert [Kennedy, J. Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action & Adventure, Genre Fiction, Spies & Politics, Espionage, Men's Adventure, Thrillers, Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Military, Literature & Fiction, Political, General Fiction
Amazon: B013IT7SA4
Goodreads: 123215512
Publisher: UnderMill Press
Published: 2015-08-05T07:00:00+00:00

Downriver from Air Force One Crash Site, Mozambique

Spock’s eyes fluttered open to a strange sensation. His entire body was floating, gently bobbing up and down, and for a minute, he could be forgiven for thinking he was actually home, floating in his parents’ pool, having fallen asleep.

Unfortunately reality elbowed itself in front of the comfortable memory as he realized his entire body was aching, especially his forehead. He reached up, gingerly touching the source of the pain and felt a good-sized egg.

I’m alive.

He glanced about and realized he was floating on something, a seat cushion by the looks of it. He remembered going over the falls, managing to get a grip on the doorframe just before the plane hit the bottom, then little else.

In fact, nothing else.

The sun was blaring down on him and he was dying of thirst. He spotted the shore, only feet away, and gently kicked toward the trees, the river wide enough to actually give him a view of the sky for the first time since they had crashed.

He grabbed some roots and pulled himself clear, rolling onto the jungle floor, catching his breath as he stared at the trees overhead, the cushion continuing to float away. Gently moving all his limbs, he thanked God he had nothing broken, though he was badly bruised and scraped. And his head pounded.

You’re alive, that’s all that matters.

He sat up, his head swimming slightly. He squeezed his eyes shut then opened them, focusing on a single point.

The toes of his boots.

Things settled.

Might have a concussion.

He’d have to monitor it. If he started to feel tired then he might be in trouble. He stood, using a tree trunk for support, then looked upriver. The falls were at least a couple of miles away. It was going to be one hell of a trek to catch up, but he had to do it. Right now he was certain everyone thought he was dead, and the last thing he wanted was to get to camp and find everyone already rescued and gone.

He picked up a branch, a little better than waist height, and put some pressure on it.

You’ll do.

And with his walking stick in hand, Spock, risen from the dead, began the painful walk toward his team, already planning how he’d scare the shit out of them.

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