It seemed the military liked to keep its secrets to only a select few.Įverything was running with a clockwork precision. Louis straightened, enjoying the shocked expressions on the others' faces. As the men pushed the drums into the field, Louis studied another team laboring around the base of the giant Yagga tree. After the valley had been secured, men with axes and awls had hiked up inside the tree, set deep taps into the trunk, and drained large quantities of the priceless sap. At the tree, two small steel drums were being rolled out of the trunk's tunnel. I swore as a gentleman that I wouldn't kill you or your friends. Louis removed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his brow. It was not a plea, but a simple question. What are you going to do with us? Nate said. Admirable qualities, even if they were directed at cross purposes to Louis's own. And finally, here at the end, he had proven his loyalty, with a willingness to sacrifice his own life for his team. Throughout the journey here, Nathan had demonstrated both ingenuity and a stout heart, even dispatching Louis's spy. In fact, he found himself somewhat respecting the young man. The satisfaction he had expected to feel at having Carl's son kneeling at his feet was hollow. And to Louis's surprise, this disappointed him. In Nathan's face, he saw a shadow of the man's father: the sandy hair, the planes of the cheek, the shape of his nose. Louis had a hard time maintaining eye contact with the man, but he refused to look away. Louis stopped in front of the last prisoner in the lineup. The small Asian anthropologist had calmed significantly, eyes closed, lips moving in prayer, resigned. The two Rangers glared back at him murderously. Louis stared at his catch, slightly disappointed that they hadn't offered more of a challenge. Nathan Rand's gaze was as hard as the Rangers but there was a glint of something more.
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