Chapter Fifteen
"This damn sun, always shining in Colorado. Christ, I'm burning up in this monkey suit." Josef Kostan is grumbling in low tones to Simone.
"And the alternative is, what? Expose ourselves and poof, Spike is an orphan." Simone feels just as uncomfortable, but ever the lawyer, she can't help but point out the obvious.
Going into a smooth but faster rhythm like telemarking, Josef catches up with the Rescue leader, Jeff Holmes. "How much farther?"
"Well, we've been taking wide sweeps towards the cabin, Mr. Kostan. Shouldn't be more than a quarter kilometer. Looks like you're getting pretty hot in there, Sir. Maybe you want to uncover some of those layers and enjoy the mild day? It's not healthy to sweat too much fluid."
"Ah, wish that I could but my wife and I have severe allergic reactions to the sun."
Jeff shrugs. "Suit yourselves. But at least drink more fluids. I don't think I've seen you drink once."
About to answer, Josef notices everyone has stopped and Jeff has put up his hand for silence. The Sat phone is ringing. Once, twice. Then it stops.
"Mick." Josef has grabbed it away. "Nothing."
"That's okay, Mr. Kostan. We can get his position off the Global Positioning Satellite by triangulation. Won't be long now and you'll be seeing your friends again."