Andy McNab - DropZone

Johnny flipped back to the stable position, then turned again so that he was just sitting in the air, as though relaxing on an invisible chair. Then he stabilized again.

Ethan looked at Sam, who gave a hand signal that told Ethan to do a 360.

Ethan did two – one left, one right. Then he returned to the stable position, found the DZ below, and got on course. All he had to do now was deploy. But he still had a few seconds of freefall left.

And each second made his smile grow and grow.

He checked his altimeter. It was time to deploy. He looked at Johnny and Sam. Both nodded and sped away from him to give him space. Then he reached round with his right hand and pulled.

That sound again – bed sheets flapping in the wind – then total silence, almost eerie. Ethan didn’t know if his face was aching because of the freefall and the wind, or because he just couldn’t wipe the smile off it. In the end he didn’t even bother trying. He just kept his eyes on the field next to the DZ, and guided himself in, correcting his canopy now and again with a tug of a toggle, until the ground rushed up to meet him. He pulled both toggles, and landed, not entirely gracefully, on his arse.

He quickly got to his feet, started to pull in his canopy. Adrenaline was still coursing through him from the dive and it felt better than good. He could taste it; his fingers tingled. He caught sight of Johnny coming in for a perfect landing. He made everything look easy, look good. When he was clear, in came Sam, and Ethan was blown away by the speed at which he zipped in, how he then pulled up into a perfect touchdown.

Johnny waved to Ethan and walked over to meet him on the way back to the hangar. Sam sent a casual salute.

‘I said you’d nail it.’ Johnny clapped Ethan on the shoulder. ‘You’re good up there, man, you really are.’

‘You serious?’

‘Dead.’

Sam called over. ‘Wait up, lads.’

Ethan and Johnny stalled as Sam marched over to join them, canopy over his shoulder like a huge dead jellyfish.

He looked at Ethan and smiled. ‘You should be proud of yourself, Ethan,’ he said and reached out to shake Ethan’s hand. ‘Well done.’

Ethan felt as though his arm was about to be ripped off. ‘Thanks.’

‘I never say that unless I mean it,’ said Sam, still gripping Ethan’s hand. ‘You’ve a natural talent for this. Don’t waste it.’

‘I won’t,’ said Ethan, but the words didn’t exactly express how he felt right then. Getting such praise from someone like Sam – with his experience, his perfectionism – was amazing. Ethan had never been so damned proud in his life. For the first time ever he felt like he’d actually achieved something worthwhile. And he knew then that he didn’t just like skydiving, he was addicted to it – just as Johnny had guessed.

By the time Ethan had thought of anything intelligent to say, Sam had gone. He turned to Johnny, shaking out his hand to get the blood flowing again. ‘I wasn’t expecting that.’

Johnny smiled, set off walking again. ‘Remember what I said? You’re in the shit now, mate; Sam’s really got his teeth into you.’

A shout brought them both up sharp. They looked round to see someone trotting over from the side of the DZ.

‘Jake,’ said Johnny. ‘What’s he doing here?’

Ethan saw where Jake had come from. ‘Kat’s over there.’ He pointed. ‘He must’ve been talking to her, watching us jump.’

‘Having fun, are we? You and Sam enjoying yourselves with the rookie?’ Jake yelled.

‘Nice to see you too, Jake,’ said Johnny. ‘What are you doing here? Aren’t you still grounded?’

‘Don’t give a shit. Like I’m going to listen to Sam. His judgement’s totally out. He’s losing it in his old age.’

‘Come on, Eth,’ said Johnny, and carried on past Jake.

Jake stepped in front, blocking their way; nodded at Ethan. ‘He my replacement?’

‘What’s going on with you, Jake?’ asked Johnny. ‘Why are you really here?’

‘I’m asking if this rookie is my replacement; if Sam’s eyeing him for jumping with the team.’

‘No idea what Sam’s thinking,’ said Johnny. ‘He’s just helping Ethan skydive. That’s his job, remember?’

‘I remember all right,’ said Jake, getting up close. ‘I remember how you were always his favourite. Is that what this is? Another little Johnny clone for Sam to look after, eh?’

‘Hey,’ said Ethan. ‘Leave it.’

Johnny laughed. ‘Jake, shut up and piss off. You’re talking out of your arse.’

Jake pushed him, and Ethan stepped in. ‘I said leave it.’

‘Look, head back to the hangar,’ said Johnny, looking at Ethan. ‘I’ll sort this out.’

‘Yeah, that’s it, Rookie,’ said Jake as Ethan hesitated. ‘Do what Johnny tells you. Head back to teacher. Go on, like a good little boy.’

Ethan looked at Jake’s sneering face, and didn’t see the boot put out to trip him up. He caught it with his left foot, tried to keep his balance, fell forward and slammed into the ground.

‘What the hell did you do that for?’ he shouted, and pushed himself up, but he was caught in his canopy and fell back, drowning in his rig.

Jake laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Then turned and jogged back over to Kat.

Johnny reached down and helped Ethan to his feet, untangling him. ‘You all right?’

Ethan nodded. ‘What is his problem?’

Johnny and Ethan watched as Jake said something to Kat, then jumped into his Porsche and sped out of the car park.

‘He’s got an unfortunate flaw,’ said Johnny, helping Ethan pick up his rig.

‘What’s that then?’

‘He’s a tosser.’

Ethan saw Johnny smile.

‘Forget Jake,’ said Johnny. ‘He’s just jealous, that’s all. You ready for another jump?’

Ethan nodded. It was the one question to which he knew the answer would always be ‘Yes!’

By the end of the day Ethan was exhausted; he was already in bed when his phone rang. He’d been relieved to find his dad absent when he got home – expecting to find him in front of the TV again, ready for another argument. But tonight he was spared.

Mum was out working. Jo had called him into her room for a chat. She was in the middle of another of her weird paintings. Ethan had stared at it in fascination. He could see that it was way cool, but he just didn’t get what it was supposed to represent. That didn’t matter though; he knew he didn’t have to understand it to support her.

Now, lying on his bed, listening to his phone ringing, he checked his watch. Eleven thirty. No one ever phoned him this late. He didn’t recognize the number.

He didn’t answer and the call went to answerphone.

A moment later, the phone rang again.

Ethan picked it up, stared at it. The flat was empty now; Mum wasn’t back from work and Jo had gone out with her mates. A thought struck him – what if it was Jo using someone else’s phone because her own was dead? What if it was an emergency?

He answered. ‘Yes?’

Silence.

‘Hello?’

Ethan could hear something in the background. Wind buffeting metal. Whoever it was, they were calling from FreeFall – he’d recognize the sound of the hangar doors anywhere. They were loose and always rattled in the wind.

A whisper: ‘I said I’d make you pay, Rookie.’

‘Jake?’

Laughter.

The phone went dead.

Ethan didn’t know how Jake had got his number, but it was the fact that he had called from FreeFall that bothered him most. What was the rich tosser up to now? Ethan had a feeling that it wasn’t anything good. And since it was him Jake had called, Ethan felt that it was up to him to go and stop him.