Black Sun

CHAPTER 46

Hawker’s statement provoked little alarm from either Danielle or McCarter, but as he stared down at the small lakes passing beneath them, Hawker began to sense a miscalculation on his part.

He’d guessed correctly that a small river winding through the jungle and a series of lakes or ponds would mark the silver path and the footsteps of the gods. He’d seen the same type of thing before in night flights over outlying terrain. If the moon was in the right place, its reflection would travel along the water as the aircraft moved, a silver marker leading the plane as if it were urging him to follow.

A brief look at McCarter’s map and the line he’d drawn showed it heading into the highlands where small streams joined together and meandered along. There were no major lakes depicted on the map, but Hawker knew that the terrain and its climate would mean intermittent lakes that came and went. With the rainy season having passed only a month before, Hawker guessed that some of the lakes would still be present, and when they’d been blocked from acquiring a helicopter, he’d figured that a float plane like the Renegade would do just fine.

This guess had turned out to be correct, but as Hawker studied the lakes in the moonlight he’d begun to worry that they were all too small.

He searched for forty minutes, flying in a zigzag pattern, looking for a larger body of water, but found none. As their fuel began to dwindle he knew they’d have to make do with the lakes they’d already seen.

He dropped the nose and swooped in over the two largest lakes. The first had a roughly circular shape, while the second was elongated and narrower. It offered more room to land but forced a crosswind landing and as Hawker flew its length with the landing lights on, he saw the remnants of drowned trees sticking out in places.

He pulled up and buzzed the first lake once again. They would have about a thousand feet to stop in, which wasn’t really enough, but at least he could make an approach into the wind.

“All right,” he said over the intercom. “Make sure your tray tables and seat backs are in the upright and locked position.”

Beside him Danielle checked her belt and put away the flashlight and the sectional map she’d been holding. McCarter woke Yuri and made sure he was strapped in while Hawker climbed five hundred feet, reduced power, and put the flaps down to full.

The Renegade slowed noticeably and Hawker had to use a lot of pressure to keep the nose up.

“How’s our fuel?” Danielle asked.

“Just about gone,” he said.

“We have enough for a go-around at least, right?”

He looked at the gauges. He didn’t think so, but he didn’t say anything.

“What if get down there and there are more trees?” she asked.

That was a concern, but trying to climb out and do it again would be more dangerous. At this point they were committed to landing, regardless of what they saw at the last second.

“There’s an old pilots’ saying,” he told her. “If you’re making an emergency landing at night, you wait till you’re a hundred feet above the ground and then you turn your landing light on. If you don’t like what you see, you turn it back off again.”

“There better not be trees down there,” she said.

“Don’t worry, there won’t be,” he said, hoping it was true.

Hawker brought the Renegade in slowly, keeping the nose up and using a bit of power in a technique devised for a short-field landing. He could barely see over the nose and was yawing the craft to the right so he could look ahead through the side window.

At a hundred feet he began to see the tops of the trees. They were reaching up toward him and the plane was sinking faster than he’d planned.

He nudged the throttle forward and the engine noise increased but the aircraft was still descending. He was too low now. The treetops were blocking his view. He saw nothing but branches and fronds catching the light.

Where the hell is the lake?

They needed to be a little higher. He bumped the throttle forward and pulled back on the column. The nose came up a bit and then the engine sputtered.

It didn’t die, but it was running rough.

“Hawker,” Danielle said.

He pushed the mixture to full rich and pumped the throttle, hoping to dump a little more gas into the cylinders. The stall horn began to whine, an annoying whistle. The engine sputtered loudly, shaking the plane.

He dipped the nose.

“Hawker!”

They caught the treetops, snapping a branch here and there and then crashing through a thicker strand.

Suddenly they were out over the water, dropping and hitting hard. The deceleration was sudden, whiplashing the passengers forward against their seat belts.

They came up off the water for a second and touched down again. The Renegade settled this time, cutting a white swath across the glassy surface of the lake.

“Hold on,” Hawker said.

“Why? We’re down,” Danielle said.

He looked over at her. How to explain it? “We don’t have any brakes.”

She looked up.

He did the same. The lake’s embankment was coming at them fast, at twenty or maybe thirty miles per hour. They were slowing marginally but they were not going to be able to stop.

Hawker braced himself and the Renegade slammed into the bank and skidded up onto it.

It stopped abruptly.

Leaning forward over her seat belt, Danielle looked over at him. Her thick brown hair had covered her face. With a puff of air she blew some of it back and then used her hands to pull the rest of it behind her ear.

“No brakes,” she said, looking anything but amused. “You got us a plane with no brakes.”

“It’s a float plane,” he said. “None of them have brakes. I guess maybe they have anchors or something. I don’t know. I never flew one before.”

“You took us up in a type of plane you never flew before, to a place you weren’t sure we would be able to land safely in?”

For some reason he found her anger amusing, endearing. “To be fair,” he said, “I actually was sure we’d be able to land safely, I just also happened to be wrong.”

She unbuckled her seat belt and popped the latch on her door, pushing it upward.

“Get me out of this contraption.” she said, grabbing the flashlight and climbing out onto the sloping embankment.

The seat popped forward and Yuri climbed through.

McCarter followed behind him. He clapped Hawker on the shoulder. “I hate to tell you, but this hasn’t done anything to assuage my fear of flying. Especially with you. But since I thought we were about to die, and we’re somehow still alive, I say ‘good landing.’”

Hawker stayed in his seat for a few minutes to shut the plane down. They weren’t going to be flying out of there, but the battery still had juice and the plane still had radios. Hawker guessed there was a chance they might need them.

He climbed out and shut the door.

The stars and moon were brilliant. They cast a fair amount of light around the edge of the lake. It was smaller than he thought, maybe seven hundred feet across, with fifty-foot trees around its edges. It had been like trying to land on a runway with walls at each end.

It was a hell of a landing, all but impossible to pull off safely, yet they’d done it. He didn’t know whether to pat himself on the back or be surprised by their good luck.

Then his eyes turned to the tree line up ahead of them. He saw a flicker of light, white light first, from the beams of flashlights and then several glimpses of orange flames. A group of people were marching through the trees toward them, carrying flashlights and torches and who knew what else. And all Hawker could think of was the angry villagers coming out to seize Frankenstein.