William Dietrich: Getting back

As for the transmitter, she was relieved it was finally gone, and with it all the trouble it had caused. She didn't need to get back. Not anymore.

Daniel's group came out of the office tower at mid-morning, their hands empty. Rugard's demoralized army met them the same way. With the transmitter gone, there was nothing to fight about. They gathered in the plaza.

"We're not getting back, are we?" one of the convicts asked plaintively.

"You've gotten back as far as you're going to go."

"Maybe we can catch them," Wrench said darkly. "Together."

"No," Daniel said. "They took horses, right? And I told you the truth. Only two can go on any rescue plane. Rugard misled you. You'd never have gotten out of Australia anyway."

The convict studied the office tower gloomily. "We've been fighting over nothing?"

"It always seems like something at the time. Now listen. We're marooned here, unless a miracle happens, but this is good country. My group is going to keep heading east until we reach the ocean. That's what we trekkers set out to do, and it's a kind of closure for us. It won't get us back anymore, but we'll have gotten… someplace."

They looked pained and confused.

"Or we've always been there," said Amaya. "From the very beginning."

He nodded. "So now you have to decide. I don't care what your past was. I don't care what we did to each other last night. You can join us, if you care to. If you behave. I expect we'll try to settle down somewhere and make a new community better than the ones we came from. We don't want anything from you, and we don't have anything for you. But if you're done fighting, so are we."

In the end about a dozen of Rugard's followers joined Daniel, as well as the frightened women of the Cohort of Joy. The others drifted off, many of them dazed by their sudden freedom. Possibility! It was the most frightening thing about the wilderness.

Wrench took him aside. "Look," he confessed, "I don't know much except fighting. Can I come with you anyway?"

Daniel looked him up and down. "To do what?"

"I'm strong. I can work."

Daniel sighed, debating. This man looked like an animal, and he remembered him from the dam. "If you come with us, Wrench, you have to be civilized. You have to follow the rules. Can you do that?"

"What rules?"

"I don't know. We'll have to make some." He winced at his own words.

The trio stopped at a grassy ridge about thirty miles east of Gleneden. In the distance was the glimmer of the sea.

Rugard pointed at Raven. "Can you make it work from here?"

"I hope."

"Then get to it. I'm late for my appointment with a soaking tub, two Asian whores, and a bottle of scotch."

"You're quite the man of refinement, Warden," Ico remarked.

"I'm quite the man of fucking appetites." Lord, he was tired of having to be polite to these two! Just a few more hours. If the bitch thought he'd forgotten her treachery then she had quite the education coming. She'd be getting off the hover with him, at a place of his choosing. And then he'd begin to teach her how to beg.

The weasel he'd simply destroy.

It was late afternoon by now, the light golden. She took the two pieces of the transmitter and united them swiftly this time, using the electronic supplies that Ico had safeguarded across the breadth of Australia. Then they sat regarding it for a moment, all their hopes on two linked boxes of battered metal. Would the batteries still work? Would anyone even listen?

She switched it on.

It pulsed as before, but this time its digital readout displayed their geographic coordinates. It could read the Global Positioning System satellites overhead. The electronic fog had lifted!

"It's penetrating the Cone," she reported. "It can send and receive. If I had the right equipment I could phone my parents. I could receive some news. We're back, in a way."

Rugard looked sourly out from the ridge to the hills along the coast. In the distance were the ruins of another town, glimmering and decayed. "Not yet. We're still in a fucking graveyard."

"What do we do now?" Ico said.

"We wait," she said. "We're a thousand miles from where they expected to get this signal. I have no idea how they'll react to it. Or how long it will take."

"What if it doesn't come?"

Rugard snorted. "Then I cut out your little weasel heart. Before our ex-friends catch up with us and cut out ours."

It took eleven hours. The rescue craft came in at the end of a long night, lightless and with a low whine, dropping from the heavens like a spaceship or angel. They were only certain it was there when a stabbing spotlight painted the ridge with illumination.

Raven stood in the glare. "Get ready!" Ico and Rugard began circling around, outside the cone of light.

The craft slipped in closer, the grass flattening down beneath its blowers and shuddering from the exhaust. How many other hovers were also dropping down across Australia this night, depositing fresh groups of eager Outback Adventurers and sullen, frightened convicts?

The rear cockpit door swung open and she ran for it.

"What the hell are you doing here?" the pilot barked at her.

"I had some problems. It's quite a story."

"The beacon- you have both parts?" A light was in her eyes as he scanned her identity picture. She wondered how close to it she still looked. More like a wild woman now, she supposed. A wilderness woman.

She nodded and pointed. "Back there, in the grass."

"You know we can't leave that crap here! Go get it! Now, now, move!" He glanced around nervously. They hated to touch down in this place.

She sprinted back, trusting their eyes would hold on her form as she did so. That gave enough time. Rugard and Ico rushed the hover from the other side, and before the pilots could react the convict was on top of them, his knife at the co-pilot's throat.

"They held the gate for us," Rugard cooed. "Aren't you going to say 'welcome aboard'?"

Ico crawled past him and began hunting for a seat belt to snap himself in.

Raven came running back and threw the transmitter and activator on board.

"Who are these guys?" the pilot asked.

"The ones you're taking back."

"There's not room for three. Can't you see that?"

"Indeed I can," Rugard agreed. "You friend here is getting off." He pulled the knife tighter to the co-pilot's throat and began to half haul him out of the aircraft. The man's hand drifted and the knife cut into flesh. "You reach for that gun again," Rugard hissed to his victim, "and you'll deplane dead."

"Let him go," Raven said.

"He's in your spot, bitch."

"No he isn't. I'm staying here."

The men turned to look at her.

"You two go on. Ico, do what you think best when you get back."

"Are you crazy?" Ico protested. "This is the only ticket home!"

"I don't want to go back. And I don't want the transmitter, either. It's caused nothing but trouble. I'm staying in Australia."

"But why?"

She smiled then, a secret smile to herself. "When I went outside, I found my inside," she explained softly. "I'm in love. With a man. With a place. And maybe, someday, with myself."

There was a dead silence. Rugard stared at her in disbelief. She'd give up the world to stay with a loser like Dyson? He broke into a harsh laugh. "You're choosing squalor?"

"I sent people here, and I've sent enough. It's time to see what it was I was trying to send them to."

"To hell!" Ico cried.

She just smiled at him. "Goodbye, Ico."

The men looked at each other, then shrugged. Rugard confiscated the co-pilot's gun, took his knife away from the man's throat, and shoved him back into place. Then he settled into the seat behind him. "Fine. What do I care?" The bitch was getting away again, but so what? Staying in the wilderness was a worse fate than anything he could devise for her. She'd suffer a lifetime. "You're welcome to it."