it. They were very self-sufficient and lived in accord with animals in the forest. Very peaceful, they used their weapons only for protection.
During the time of the year when the rain made it very difficult to travel, the tribe went weeks without being seen by others. Lupa Suku was located a quarter mile inland of the river and couldn't be seen by passersby traveling on the water, which, again, made them a perfect target. The village kept boats docked and a sentry to watch over the area and call out should there be trouble. A virus would go seen by the sentry.
Draden moved through the forest with confidence. He knew at least one or two of the MSS would have been left behind to observe him and tell the others what he was up to. He intended to burn the village and then start hunting them. He would kill as many as possible, leaving one alive to follow back to the main MSS village.
Trap and Wyatt, like Draden, were very familiar with hemorrhagic viruses. All three had worked on combining antibodies to target speific strains of Ebola. The antibodies had successfully saved monkeys that had been infected within twenty-four hours, but as the disease progressed, the success rate had dwindled. They had discussion, long into the nights, about how to raise the chances for those who were in the more advanced stages of the diseases.
From his studies into most hot viruses, Draden knew he didn't have long before he would be feeling the effects. His death would be a horrible one. He had a gun, and he was going out that way for sure. He just had to make certain he didn't wait so long to make the rational decision to use a bullet. He'd seen the effects of hemorrhagic viruses on a human being and his mind shied away from his gruesome future.
Even so, he picked up the pace, winding his way along the narrow animal trails he found leading from the forest toward Lupa Suku. He knew he had to be cautious, traveling fast the way he was. There were other dangers in the forest besides MSS.
There were only about five hundred Sumatran tigers left and one of them had hosen the area aroung the village to make his territory. The people of the village considered it an honor and lived in harmony with the big cat. According to the reports Draden had read, the tiger had showed up when a palm mill threatened its former habitat, and the peat swamp nearby had lured the endangered animal to claim new territory. The village made an agreement with the local poachers to leave the tige alone in exchange for trading their copper exclusively with them. Even with that agreement in place, traps were set by poachers looking for tigers or other rare animals. Draden couldn't afford to be caught in one of them.
Heavy vegetation surrounded Lupa Suku. Tall dipterocarp trees joined at the top to gather into a canopy, providing shade. Climbing their trunks were woody, thick-stemmed lianas and dozens of species of epiphytes. Orchids and ferns also lived on the trunks and derived their nourishment from the air.
The exotic plants and vines were surprisingly colorful; flowers were everywhere. Several trees and brush held the colored flowers up and out to grasp at the sun's rays. Cicada trees lined a path from the water to the inland village, and more trees formed a barrier to the peat swamp, the flowers threatening to blossom at any moment.
Draden drank in his surroundings with both appreciation and sorrow. The beautiful path led to a village that should have been thriving. Instead, it was now a path to certain death. The stench was unbeliavable. The WHO camp had been set up a distance away from Lupa Suku, but still within sight. He could see that members of the MSS had ransacked the camp after killing the workers and doctors. Some lay dead in their hazmat suits. He went right past their camp and entered the village.
It was eerily silent. A pit had been dug and the bodies had already been placed inside for cremation. Even the fuel was sitting there in cans. It would burn hot and fast. Draden made a quick circuit of the village to make certain no bodies had been left behind before he doused all buildings with the accelerant, and then he doused the bodies in the pit. He lit the entire thing on fire and then backed away from the terrible heat.
He was fortunate that it wasn't raining, although the forest around Lupa Suku was saturated. He moved deeper into the forest, away from the flames shooting into the air, going the forest, away form the flames shooting into the air, going farther inland so that the sentries the MSS had left behind would have to actively search for him.
He covered his passing through the peat swamp, using trees to travel in rather than making his way across the wt ground. He found a nice place to wait—the branches of a hardwood trees. Around him were aromatic spice trees, but this one had a nice crotch where several branches met at the main trunk, providing him with a semicomfortable place to rest.
Draden remained very still and quiet so that all around him the insects and rodents in the forest once more became active. They made for good sentries. He drank water he'd retrieved from one of the fallen Rangers' packs while he studied the forest around him. Fig trees were abundant, mass producing enough fruit twice a year to feed many of the forest's inhabitants, including the endangered helemeted hornbill. The forest were rich in valuable hardwood and he saw the evidence of that all around him. The tree he'd chosen was in the middle of a grove of exotic fruit trees that attracted a tremendous aount of wildlife.
Draden took his time studying the laout of the forest floor. Once the members of the MSS came, he would have to move fast, kill most and then track one back to their nest. He wanted to know where every trap might be so he didn't get caught in one. After mapping out the forest floor in every direction as far as he could see, he marked the places he thought a trap would most likely be set.
He closed his eyes and studied the effects of the virus on his body. He could find none. His guess was, going off incubation for the Ebola and Marburg viruses, he had two to twenty-one days to find the home of the MSS terrorists and kill them. As far as he was concerned, that gave him plenty of time to get his job done.