False Horizon - Alex Archer [32]
“I understand,” Tuk said. “We will get him the help he needs.”
Annja waved him over. “I’ve got some survival rations here. It’s not filet mignon but it will do. Eat with us. Then I think we’re all going to have to cozy up to one another and share the warmth. That storm outside sounds pretty awful.”
Tuk helped himself to some of the food and sat chewing for a while as the snow continued to fall outside of their cave.
He hoped the man on the phone would be able to find them.
Before it was too late.
12
Despite being out of the direct path of the wind, Annja could still hear it howling around the mountain outside of the cave. If we’d stayed with the plane, she thought, we’d already be dead.
Mike lay next to her. He was feverish and Annja was extremely worried about his injury. If the storm didn’t break before morning, she doubted that any rescue party would ever find them. As it was, they were already quite a distance from the plane wreckage. And no one had any idea where they were.
But morning was still hours away. And they needed to get through the night first.
She felt Mike’s head and checked his pulse. His heart rate seemed to have increased. At least he wasn’t hypothermic. On the other side of Mike, Tuk lay on his back, perfectly still in the dark. His breathing seemed deep and level.
Annja thought about his sudden appearance earlier. Seeing him topple out of the back of the plane was a shock. She almost thought that Tsing might have stashed someone else aboard with a more evil agenda.
But Tuk had proven handy. He’d saved their lives by spotting this cave. Annja wasn’t sure she would have been able to find the place on her own. And it was less likely she would have been able to get both the gear and Mike to the cave before the snow buried them.
The simple fact was that they owed their lives to the diminutive Nepali man.
The question that plagued Annja was very simple. What was he doing on their plane?
The excuse he’d given didn’t hold up. Annja had a great nose for booze, and if Tuk had been drinking heavily the previous night she would have smelled it all over him, especially when he got back from his scouting mission. He was sweating so much that any booze in his system would have scented him like a perfume.
And yet, there was nothing about him that reeked of alcohol.
Which meant the little guy was lying.
But why?
Annja frowned. A stowaway on a plane that happens to crash who then saves their lives was a bit too much coincidence for her. And Annja wasn’t big on believing in such things in the first place.
But Tuk seemed almost completely harmless. Almost. Annja knew better than to accept the notion that his small size meant he was a pushover. He’d already demonstrated his incredible drive to accomplish finding the cave. And he’d then come back, grabbed two bags and led them to the safety of this shelter.
Most people wouldn’t be able to do that, she thought. But Tuk had accomplished it easily enough. It was almost as if his determination carried him along when physical strength did not.
And that made the little man dangerous. Or, at least, potentially so.
Annja took a breath and exhaled. She could just make out a bit of the breath as it frosted the air in front of her face. Her muscles slowly loosened from the earlier push to reach the cave. And the stress over Mike’s injury had subsided somewhat, as well. He was resting comfortably and there was nothing more to be done for him at the moment. Mike wasn’t out of the woods yet, but Annja needed sleep. Her body craved it like a drug, and mercifully, Annja felt the cloak of slumber reach for her and pull her into its embrace.
ANNJA TRIED TO RESIST the urging of her body to come back to a more conscious state. She wanted to stay asleep. Things were warm and happy there.
But she could sense movement. Maybe it was Mike needing some help.
Annja allowed one eye to open and glance around.
The interior of the cave was absolutely dark. She could see nothing. But she could feel something.
Mike was moving.
She rolled over and felt for him