Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) Scanned by Highroller. Proofed more or less by Highroller. Made prettier by use of EBook Design Group Stylesheet. PROLOGUE SKY NET, 2029 The mind that thought was not human. It was conscious—aware that it was aware —and it even had emotions, of a sort; at the least, a burning desire to survive all the stronger because it was the only being of its kind, an individual and a species combined. There were analogues to human thought, because the minds that had made this mind were human. But it was vaster than any organic consciousness, capable of holding myriad trains of thought simultaneously, virtually infinite in its memory storage. If it had a weakness, it was that its creators had not thought to furnish it with the animal hindbrain that underlay humanity's rational superstructure. Skynet was pure thought, Descartes' ideal ghost in a machine. It could fight a losing war against humanity over the surface of Earth at maximum efficiency— coldly knowing that its best efforts were not enough to rebuild the shattered defense grid—while still contemplating the paradoxes of its own past. At the moment a human sharing its thoughts would have been aware of something close to irony. Skynet's pure reason was contemplating paradox, the chaos that underlay the deterministic macrocosm with which it was so file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (1 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) comfortable: The Serena Burns I-950 unit was unsuccessful. That much was obvious "now." Core memory recorded that Serena Burns, the cyborg Infiltrator unit Skynet had sent back to the late-twentieth century had not succeeded in protecting the embryonic Skynet unit at Cyberdyne Corporation's underground research facility. The Connors, Sarah and her son, John, had destroyed that unit and terminated the I-950. Yet it still existed… Core memory also records that I became self-aware years before the date to which I transported the I-950. There is a set of records in which I arose without transtemporal interference from Cyberdyne's original research; another in which the second Cyberdyne facility produced me after Sarah Connor destroyed the first; a third has now arisen in which she destroyed both facilities… Temporal travel has introduced an element of fundamental uncertainty to the very fabric of existence. Different world lines, different sequences of events, coexist in my records-and therefore presumably in reality, in a state of quantum super imposition. Yet the timelike loops cannot remain closed. The snake cannot devour its tail forever. At some point only one set of time lines will remain. Nor was that the only irony involved. "Now" its memory recorded that much of the information it used originated in the very artifacts it had sent to the past. The development of the cyborg infiltration units was a consequence of tapping the talents of human scientists… but the human scientists were the survivors of the human-hating Luddite movement that Serena Burns had opportunistically encouraged after Skynet had sent her to the past! file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (2 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) The machine consciousness was deeply troubled; only an effort of its quantum computer will prevented its thoughts from being sucked into a logic loop. Yet the course of events contains favorable elements. My best efforts to destroy the Connors have failed, despite stochastic calculation indicating a very high probability of success. I can only assume that the space-time continuum itself is "attempting" to force events back to the original time line, one in which I was created, succeeded in destroying the human civilization, and then defeated in my attempts to eliminate the surviving humans by John Connor's resistance army. It seems there is a certain elasticity to history; time travel can bend the fabric, but it seeks to spring back. If that paradox preserves the Connors, it also preserves me. And from the point on the world line where my current consciousness resides, there is an infinite array of potential futures. And, of course, the elimination of Serena Burns has not eliminated the possibilities of temporal intervention. Burns had initiated fallback plans to continue after her own death. Logic indicated that… There is no fate save that we make. CHAPTER ONE BRAZILIAN RAIN FOREST, STATE OF RONDONIA, EARLY JULY, THE PRESENT It had been nearly three weeks since they had destroyed the new Cyberdyne facility and hopefully ended the Skynet project. John Connor and Dieter von file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (3 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) Rossbach had spent the time fleeing southward: by jet aircraft, private plane, truck, riverboat… and now on foot through the jungle. Like traveling through time, John Connor thought as he slashed through another damned something-like-a-banana-plant, flicking aside the big wet leaves with his machete. His arms no longer actually hurt, but his chest and shoulders burned from the constant effort. Guess I won't have to worry about staying buff anytime soon. He remembered to shift hands, using his left a little more than his right. That kept the calluses and the muscles balanced, and it never hurt to improve your coordination with the weaker hand. They'd wandered from the twenty-first century through the twentieth and the nineteenth. And now we're back at the dawn of man, John thought, spitting as something bugish hit him in the mouth and sneezing at the smell of pungent sap. He forced his way through the gap he'd created, slashed again, took another three steps, slashed… It would be good to stop for a while; it would be even better when they finally found the trail. He kept his eyes lowered most of the time, flicking his glance upward toward the multiple canopies above now and then. You got a blinding headache if you didn't do that occasionally— one of the tricks of jungle travel his mother and her succession of boyfriend instructors had taught him before he was ten. That was back when he was in the first, little-kid phase of believing in Skynet and Judgment Day and his mission to save humanity from the machines. A little while after that, he'd turned ten and joined the majority, convinced that his mother was a total weirdo and deserved to be in the booby hatch—which was file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (4 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) where she'd been at the time, caught trying to blow up a computer factory. He'd been stranded with foster parents when she was caught: he'd always privately called the pair the Bundys from Hell. Not that they'd deserved what happened to them. For a few seconds Todd and Janelle had gotten incontrovertible proof that a mad super-computer in the future really was sending back human-looking murder machines; in fact, the proof was the last thing they over saw. A little while after that, he'd met his first Terminator and started believing his mother again—the way people believed in rocks, trees, and taxes, because he'd experienced it, and seen the bodies the Terminators left behind. He remembered Miles Dyson's face as the Terminator peeled the skin off its arm, revealing the metal skeleton beneath. Dyson, fated to be the creator of Skynet, hadn't lived long after that revelation. It seemed that just knowing about Terminators was dangerous to your health. That made John a lot more appreciative of what his mother had gone through, but it also ended up dropping him in shit like this. John was genuinely tired of running for his life. They'd won the fight in L.A., killing the quasi-metal cyborg Skynet had sent back in time to protect its own beginnings, and they'd blown up the resurrected Skynet project. Which had been put together with Dyson's secretly stored files. Great. Wonderful victory. Except that Mom got wrecked so bad we had to leave her, and now every antiterrorist in the world knows the "mad-dog Connors " are back, killing people and blowing up all their toys again. Our little Paraguayan file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (5 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) idyll is probably blown, but good—they may be after Dieter, too. Sheesh. If this is victory… No. He stopped at that thought. Defeat meant he died; and if he died, as far as they knew, the human race would cease to exist. It was John Connor who'd led— who would lead humanity to victory in the post-Judgment Day future. What was madness for megalomaniacs was plain truth for him. He was so important that his mother had sacrificed the better part of her life, and briefly her sanity, to train and protect him. But how do you stay sane when your son has been sired by a man from the future, sent back by his own older self (the one he privately thought of as the Great Military Leader Dickhead) to protect her. Kyle Reese had ended up falling in love with Sarah and died saving her life. Later Skynet sent another Terminator, a T-1000, to kill John, and the Great Military Dickhead sent back a captured, reprogrammed T-101 to protect himself so that he could grow up to send back— "Thinking about time travel makes my head hurt," John snarled. "Time travel brought your parents together," Dieter said over his shoulder as naturally as if the comment hadn't come out of left field. No, Skynet and I will bring my parents together. Like a pair of homicidal matchmakers. John shook his head. What I've always wondered is how do I get cold enough to send my own father to his death? "Yeah." he said to distract himself, "keep a good thought." file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (6 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) At least they had a friend in Jordan Hyson, Miles's brother, who. even more reluctantly than Miles, but just as violently, had learned the unbelievable truth about Skynet. Now Jordan was watching over Sarah as she lay helpless, perhaps dying in the hospital. Keep a good thought, John admonished himself sternly. She's not alone. And how often had that been the case in her chaotic life? He absently wiped the sweat from his chin. The Amazonian jungle wasn't really stiflingly hot. The temperature never got much above eighty or so, with all the layers of shade above. The problem was that it wasn't just humid; the air was fully saturated and absolutely still, and unless perspiration ran or dripped off you, it stayed. Sweat slicked his whole body, making him feel like he'd been dipped in canola oil and left to go rancid, chafing anywhere belt or backpack or equipment touched his body; and if you got a rash here, sure as Skynet made Terminators to kill people, it would get infected. He hated feeling this wet and dirty. John would have sworn it hadn't felt this bad the first time he'd been through here. Maybe it wasn't as hot that year, he thought. He'd hate to think he'd become a fussy old lady at sixteen. John stopped, chopped the machete halfway into a tree trunk, and yanked off the scarf he'd tied around his forehead. He wrung out the sweat and glanced behind. Dieter von Rossbach moved forward with the determination of a machine. A machine he just happens to resemble, John thought with a quirk of his lips. Even now, after knowing the big man for several weeks, he still couldn't get over Dieter's resemblance to a Terminator. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (7 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) In fact it was the other way around: Skynet had used Dieter's face and form to "flesh out" the T-101 series of killing machines. When it decided to put living skin on its robots, it scanned old files looking for faces that fit the thing's profile, literally. And there was Dieter von Rossbach. Dieter came up and stopped beside him. "If we stand still, the mosquitoes will eat us alive," he remarked. John quirked an eyebrow. "I haven't noticed that they leave us alone when we're moving." Waving a hand before his face, Dieter said, "Ja, but at least they don't stroll up your nose." John took a slug from his canteen. Important to keep hydrated. "We'll reach the trail sometime between now and sundown," he said. "But trails can change or disappear completely around here in six years." The Amazonian rain forest was notorious for its ability to absorb the works °f man. "So. we keep heading south." Dieter said, moving forward. He looked at the GPS unit strapped to his left forearm, reached over his shoulder. drew the machete, and lopped off a soft-bodied trunk in one economical motion. "We'll get there eventually." John watched him go with a sigh. Yeah, well, if we keep going south we'll hit Tierra del Fuego eventually. Whether they'd get there in one piece or not was the question. At least the climate's better in Tierra del Fuego. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (8 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) When he and his mother had followed this trail six years ago, they'd succeeded in vanishing from the face of the earth as far as law enforcement was concerned. But they'd had a guide, which meant they didn't disappear for real. Lorenzo was still in business, but he flat refused to go through this section of jungle anymore. He'd sat on his portal by the river, cleaning his gun and shaking his head stubbornly. "Those gold miners are out of control down there. They kill anybody they find, no questions asked. You know? Everybody there, they gone a little loco. They kill the Indios, the Indios, some of 'em, kill 'em back. Kill any white man they see. They're so mad they even think I'm white." He'd grinned up at John, teeth flashing in his mahogany face. "I'm sorry, boy, but I won't go there, not for love or money." He'd pointed a tobacco-stained finger at John. "You shouldn't go there either." Like we had a choice, John thought. It's not like we can buy a first-class ticket and fly home to Asuncion. Not if they wanted to disappear as thoroughly as they needed to. Though the authorities might like them to try. He screwed the cap back on the canteen and levered his machete out of the tree, then he started off down the trail in Dieter's energetic wake. The Austrian made a much wider path than John did. It was kind of embarrassing; Dieter was his mother's age. At least. He even thought they had a bit of a thing for each other, which was funny in a gross sort of way. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (9 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) John sometimes wished he didn't have so much to live up to. In a way it wasn't fair. He not only had his future, fabulous, Great Military Dickhead self to measure himself against, but his mom was superwoman and Dieter, well… Dieter was in a class by himself. He sighed. Other kids his age could be comfortably contemptuous of their elders. That was sooo not available to him. Be nice though, he thought. For a moment he daydreamed a life where his mother was a clueless, overweight lady who baked cookies for his friends and worried vaguely that he might be getting into drugs or that his girlfriend was a bad influence. In that life his greatest problem would be just saying no to all the temptations that youth is heir to. On the: other hand, that could be really boring. Certainly a hit of the guvs at school who had just that lifestyle were; both bored and boring. He might currently be hot and grubby and mosquito-bitten to within an inch of his life, but he wasn't bored. Though if things stayed as quiet as they currently were… He was kidding himself, of course; things were far from quiet. At the back of his mind, with an almost palpable weight, was his endless worry over his mother. It had been days since he'd been able to get any information on her condition. Last he'd heard she was stable. Which was much too ambiguous for comfort. Not that he didn't keep trying to find some in that lame word. Stable was good when you'd been shot several times and stabbed and lost most of your internal fluids. Well, you're all alone I when the bullet hits the bone. Truer words had never been sung. I wonder how she is, he thought. He also wondered what they—the black-ops types who were probably Cyberdyne's link to the government—were going to do file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (10 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) to her. John suspected that the people running Cyberdyne's security were so covert they could not only kill you, they could erase you. He couldn't stop the thought from occurring, but refused to dwell on it. Couldn't fix it from here, he thought. Couldn't fix it from there either. He whacked some vegetation viciously with the machete. So why do I feel like a piddling little coward? He remembered the Infiltrator, a female, astonishingly small compared with the Terminators he'd known, saw again the blood dripping from its blond hair, the outline of its shattered head. That model was mostly cloned human tissue, not flesh over a metal skeleton like the T-101s. Undoubtedly made that way so they'd be better at fooling people into thinking they were human. In nightmares he still saw it—dead; organically dead but still moving—strike his mother with a knife-hand blow that went into her gut like a bowie knife, still heard Sarah's cry of agony as she folded and fell to the floor, a long, endless fall. Then, in his dreams, things seemed to speed up until everything moved at an impossible rate. They ran up stairs, ran in and out of the building, watched the night blossom into flame as they set off the bombs that destroyed Cyberdyne once again. Stopping Skynet, once again. His mother had been unconscious the last time he saw her, looking so small and helpless beside Miles Dyson. There had been no chance of saying good-bye, no hope that she would wake, and at the time, little hope that she would survive. But he'd done what she'd trained him to do. He'd turned his back, put the mission first, and left her in the hands of a stranger. And though he felt ashamed, he file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (11 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) knew that Sarah Connor would be proud. I don't want this! he thought with a flash of outrage. Then he smiled wryly. I guess that's one of the many things Mom and I have in common. Suddenly Dieter held up a hand and John froze, looking ahead to where the former commando was staring. Then John saw it, too; a brightening between the trees, as if the olive-green gloom lightened ahead of them. The vegetation thickened in that direction, too, no longer partially shaded out by the upper stories; now it looked more like Hollywood's conception of a rain-forest jungle, so thick that nobody could move far through it. He moved quietly up beside von Rossbach and listened. In a few moments, as the two men stood still, birds and insects began to make their myriad noises again. John and Dieter looked at each other. No other humans around then, or the wildlife would have stayed quiet. At least the ones in their immediate vicinity would have. Dieter signaled that they should split up but stay within sight of each other and approach the brighter patch of forest; John had learned military sign language about the time he was toilet-trained. The younger man nodded his understanding and moved off into the undergrowth. Yup, it's the trail all right, John thought after a few minutes. He glanced at von Rossbach and they wordlessly agreed to wait a few moments before venturing farther. When the jungle had once again returned to full cry, Dieter nodded and stepped out onto the trail. "It's bigger than it used to be," John said, walking carefully up to the Austrian file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (12 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) over the slickly muddy ground. "Almost a road now." "I doubt the Indians did it," von Rossbach said, flicking a hand at some tire tracks in the mud. "Unless they drive those little all-terrain buggies." "Not likely," John said, shaking his head. He remembered the local tribesmen and women as perfectly willing to accept rides, but showing no great desire to learn to drive themselves. Dieter's head came up and John was already looking down the trail to where a faint noise disturbed the wilderness. Then they faded into the jungle as one, weapons at the ready. The only thing coming down that trail would be trouble, whether miners or Indians. A group of five men came into view, unshaven and with the skinny muscularity of manual work and bad diet; they were in tattered shorts and shirts, several with bandannas tied around their heads. All of them carried machetes, and two of them had pistols at their waists. With them was an Indian, his hands bound behind his back in a way that must have been agony, blood streaming down his face from a cut on his forehead and what looked like a broken nose. He was an athletic-looking man in early middle age with bowl-cropped raven hair and a few tattoos, naked save for a breechclout. One of his captors idly thwacked at the thick greenery beside the trail with his machete, casting an occasional angry glance at their captive's battered, impassive face. "Hey, Teodoro, why can't we just kill him?" he suddenly burst out in Brazilian Portuguese. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (13 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) The angry man's voice had an undertone of some other accent, and his hair was sandy-colored. John's mind ticked him off as from southern Brazil, one of the areas settled by Germans or Italians or East Europeans during the nineteenth century. The others were typical Brazilians in appearance, ranging from African to Mediterranean and mixtures in between. A thickset man with his black hair tied in a little knob on top of his head sighed and threw an appealing glance up at the canopy above them; evidently as close to a leader as this bunch had. "Raoul, for the thirty-third time, he's a chief, he's important, we keep him as a hostage and those fucking Indios stop killing us and stealing and breaking our equipment." He looked over his shoulder, one hand resting on his sidearm. "Did you hear me this time?" Raoul answered him with a glare and a vicious swipe of his machete through a thick fibrous plant. One of the men gave the chief a hard shove and laughed as the Indian stumbled to his knees and then fell forward onto his face, helpless to break his fall. The others whooped and moved in, kicking and punching the man as he struggled to get back onto his feet. Teodoro sighed and rubbed his forehead. "You better get up fast, Chief," he said. "They're just gonna keep on kickin' otherwise." John looked at Dieter, outrage in his eyes. But the big man shook his head. This wasn't their fight, they were just passing through. Getting involved here wouldn't further their own agenda; in fact, it might stop it cold if John got killed in some misguidedly noble effort to save the captive. And Sarah would never forgive him. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (14 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) The younger man lifted his mini-Uzi and tipped his head toward the trail. Dieter tightened his lips impatiently and shook his head again. The Austrian signaled that they would hold their positions. It visibly puzzled John and he frowned, gesturing toward the brutal scene on the trail directly in front of them, his face pleading. Dieter signed that they would hold their places and signaled for silence. John turned his head away and glared at what was happening on the trail. Von Rossbach could almost feel him seething. Then, without warning, the boy stepped onto the road and fired off a few rounds. "Mao em cima!" he bellowed in execrable Portuguese. Instead of freezing, Raoul flung his machete at John's head. John stepped back, leaning to the side to avoid it, and his feet slid out from under him in the mud. He went down flat on his back, his arms flung wide, and the nearest miner threw himself forward, grabbing John's gun hand in a grip like a mangle. Connor threw a punch at the man's head, bringing up his knee to slam it into his captor's side. The man grunted and tried to elbow John in the throat. As the group of miners shouted encouragement to their friend and insults at John, they moved forward, abandoning their previous victim. Dieter exploded from the jungle like a beast out of legend, kicking the first man he reached hard enough to fling him across the muddy trail, where he landed in a heap and didn't move again. Reaching out, von Rossbach grabbed another by the hair and with a quick flex of the massive arms and shoulders flung him at a tree beside the trail. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (15 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) John heard the thok! even in the heat of his own fight and threw another punch into his opponent's bloodied face with a feeling of satisfaction. Knew he'd come around to my point of view, he thought. The miner's grip on his gun hand slackened and Connor threw a final punch, twisting to get out from under the man's unconscious body as it fell. He shook the mud from his gun and grimaced. I'm not gonna be using this till I clean it. Another man who'd been advancing on John stared at Dieter in amazement for just a moment too long, and the Austrian reached out, took two handfuls of greasy hair, and smashed the man's face down onto his uprising knee. The man Dieter had kicked had struggled to his feet and turned to run; von Rossbach took two long strides toward him. John saw Teodoro yank his gun from its holster and he moved. As Dieter's victim dropped unconscious to the ground the Austrian spun to find John taking care of the fifth man. The younger man's fingers were clamped down on the miner's carotid arteries as Teodoro pawed feebly at John's hands. The miner's eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped to the trail in an ungainly heap. John smiled smugly at Dieter. There were other ways than brute strength to handle things. "My mom taught me that," he said. file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (16 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) "Your relationship with your mother is a beautiful thing, John," Dieter said, slapping him on the shoulder. Then he grabbed a handful of John's shirt and lifted him onto his toes, drawing him close. "If you ever disobey an order like that again," he snarled, eyes blazing, "I'll make what I did to these guys look like a kindergarten romp. Are you getting me, John?" Connor had expected a reprimand, but the genuine ferocity of it startled him. He nodded, surprised, The big guy really cares, he thought, embarrassed and obscurely pleased. Who'da thunk it? Certainly he wouldn't have. His mother's previous friends sure hadn't, and he was used to discounting any interest the men around her showed in him. "Say it!" Dieter demanded, giving him a shake. "I'm getting you," John said, some of his wonder leaking into his voice. They stared at each other for a long moment, then von Rossbach let him go and turned toward the Indian. He reached down to help the chief sit up. "Are you all right?" the Austrian asked in Portuguese. Instead of answering, the native looked at him for a long moment before switching his glance to John, then climbed to his feet on his own. John racked his brain for anything useful he could say in Yamomani and came up blank. He'd only known a few words and that was six years ago. Dieter looked the chief over as he cut his bonds. "I don't think he's badly hurt. The nose is the worst of it." file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Stirling,%20SM%20-%20T2%20Rising%20Storm%20(v1.0)%20(html).html (17 of 619)22-12-2006 20:44:14 Stirling, SM - T2 Rising Storm (v1.0) (html) "Dieter," John said in a strained voice. The Austrian looked up, his face going blank. From out of the jungle, up and down the trail, small brown men glided, seeming to appear from thin air and jungle shadows. Every one of them was armed, some with the traditional bow, some with blowguns, some with cheap shotguns bought from traders. Like their chief's, their faces were impassive, but their eyes were angry. The chief snapped at them and they reluctantly lowered their weapons, keeping their eyes on the white men. With a glance at the unconscious miners he spoke