“Let’s get out of here while we can. Drake will be back, with the rest of his army, and then we’re bug food for sure.”
Sam started hobbling but Jack grabbed him and hefted him up onto his shoulders. It was ludicrous: Sam was a head taller and quite a bit broader than Jack. But for Jack it was as easy as carrying a baby.
“You rocked, Jack,” Sam said.
Dekka slapped Jack on the back. “Got that right.”
Jack beamed although he tried not to show it. Then his face went green and he set Sam down and vomited onto a bush.
“Sorry,” he said. “I guess it made me sick.”
“Nerves, dude,” Sam said. “Been there. Let’s get out of here. Back the way we came. Drake will expect us to take the most direct route back to town and if he catches us out in the open we’re done for.”
“What happens when he gets to town with those creatures?” Dekka asked.
“Edilio’s got Orc—I hope. Plus Brianna. Taylor. He’s got his soldiers, although I doubt guns will work too well unless they can shoot through the mouths.” Sam shook his head.
His imagination went to Astrid. Too many awful pictures of what could happen to her crowded his head.
Could they reach town quickly enough to help in the fight? Maybe with him and Jack and Dekka joining the others they could stop Drake. Maybe.
Did Edilio even guess what was coming his way? Was he preparing? Had he found a way? Sam had not. Again and again he tried to find the way to win. Tried to imagine the scenario that would defeat this enemy.
Again and again he came back to the realization that there were only two people with the power to stop the creatures.
One: Caine. And Caine was far off on the island.
The other: Little Pete. He was far off on a different sort of island inside his own damaged mind.
Caine and Little Pete.
“Listen, guys,” Sam said, “I don’t see a winning move here. Not from me, anyway. It’s going to be on Edilio and the people back in town. I don’t even know if they know what’s coming. So we have to warn them.”
“How?” Dekka asked.
“Jack.”
Jack had been leaning forward. He stood back suddenly.
“Jack can move faster without us. With his strength comes a certain amount of speed. And he won’t tire as fast as we will. Hills don’t bother him, so he can go right over the hills, a straight line.”
“Yeah,” Dekka admitted. “That makes sense. And don’t get me wrong, Jack’s become a hero and all. But is that enough? I’ve done the math, same as you have. Orc and Jack and Brianna?”
“There are two who could do it,” Sam said. “Caine. He might be able to do it.”
Dekka snarled. “Caine?”
“Either him or Little Pete,” Sam said.
“Little Pete?” Jack looked puzzled.
Sam sighed. “Little Pete. He’s not exactly just Astrid’s autistic brother.” He explained briefly while Toto added a chorus of “Sam believes that’s true” remarks.
“How do we get Little Pete to do anything?” Dekka asked.
“The last time Little Pete felt mortal danger he made the FAYZ,” Sam said. “He needs to be in mortal danger again.”
Jack and Dekka exchanged a wary look, each wondering what the other had known or guessed about Little Pete.