Blackburn was barely conscious. The explosion had nearly taken him.
I have to get to the Raptor, he told himself. It’s all that’s left.
Back in the cell, the two best friends locked eyes. Max’s rifle was still pointed at Nastasia’s head.
“Get out of here!” said Max.
“I’m not leaving you. Kill the bitch and let’s go,” said Simon.
“You heard Oliver. There’s only room for one. You heard your father’s words. It’s on your shoulders Simon.”
Simon repeated his father’s words in his head: You must escape. Leave everything. But he couldn’t move—he couldn’t make himself. He stood silent and frozen.
“Go,” Max said with new urgency. “I’ll deal with her.”
Simon shook his head. He did not want to.
“Go, I said!” Max repeated. “I’ll find the others and we will get out of this hell! You’ve got to get to the surface!”
Simon clenched his teeth and realized in that brief moment that if Oliver’s words were true, he had no choice. He had lost his father but did not want to lose his best friend.
“It is our only chance,” said Max still shaking from anger. “UNED will spot you instantly, and they will rescue the rest of us and put an end to this godforsaken operation. GO!”
He did not have the strength to look at Max. For a second, his eyes locked on the space between them on the floor. Then he turned and disappeared.
* * *
Simon felt his breath thundering in his chest as he ran forward toward the Raptor. It was black as death. He had lost too much blood. With each step, he moved farther from his best friend, his dead father, and the woman who had killed him.
But he knew he had to fulfill his father’s final wish. Even if he didn’t believe or understand it.
The dark hallways disappeared behind him as he finally passed the octagonal room. The whole journey felt like a dream.
He was alone in the world. Now he knew his father was dead. His mind wandered as he moved, asking himself with each stride if he should stop and turn back, simply accept death as it approached. But something pushed him forward—something greater than himself.
“I forgive you, Father,” he said between gasps.
In front of him, the Great Room narrowed into the escape hatch. He could remember that even through the dimly lit environment. Then suddenly, the sound that he heard reverberated through his body.
He felt as if he was running toward the thrusters of a jet airplane. The room ahead of him exploded in a flash of blue light, nearly blinding him. Instantly, he realized what was happening.
The Raptor! he told himself as he stumbled forward. Someone’s in the Raptor.
The form of the awesome ice vehicle appeared in front of him. It almost looked alive, like some mythical, mechanical beast waiting to explode through its massive hatch—a hatch that was rolling open, even as he approached.
The ground rumbled below his feet as the force of the thrusters vibrated the entire room. He had to move quickly, he knew it was his only chance.
Fifteen…ten…five feet. And suddenly, he was under the vehicle frantically trying to locate a way to climb up. The violent roar of the thrusters shook his body unlike anything he had ever felt. Suddenly the front lights turned on, illuminating almost one thousand feet ahead of the vehicle. Simon caught a quick glimpse of the special tunnel. It looked like a luge, illuminated all around from the bright lights of the Ice Raptor.
Less than two seconds later, he located the step mechanism and pulled his body up toward the cockpit. It had not closed yet.
But inside the cockpit, Blackburn was about to connect his last latch on the safety belts. He looked away, down toward the console at exactly the wrong moment—
Simon hit him. Hard. His fist broke the man’s specialized helmet and dislodged a piece of it, driving it into Blackburn’s jaw.
Simon was on him before Blackburn could even scream, filled to bursting with vengeance, unimpeded by remorse. He pulled Blackburn’s massive frame out of the Raptor as if he was possessed by strength far greater than his body could generate, and both men fell to the floor almost eight feet below.
Blackburn grunted as he hit the ice and groped for his pistol, but Simon was on him too quickly, too strongly. He struck out and slammed his fist onto the left side of Simon’s face, cutting his mouth open from the inside, sliced raw by his teeth.