“There it is,” Ostin whispered. He turned to Taylor. “Is group two ready?” “Ready,” Taylor said. “We’re ready,” Jack said. Ostin looked at Zeus. “You okay?” He was clearly still in a lot of pain but nodded. “Let’s shut them down.” “We should test the wire,” Taylor said. “Good idea,” Ian said. He and Taylor grabbed the barbwire about six feet apart. “What number am I thinking of?” Ian asked. “You’re not,” Taylor said. “You’re thinking about that fruit.” “It works,” Ian said, releasing the wire. “All right,” Ostin said. “See you after the fireworks. Good luck, everyone.” * * * While Taylor led group two back into the jungle, Ostin, Wade, McKenna, and Ian covered themselves with branches, then crawled on their stomachs under the barbwire closer to the pump house. Ian and Wade carried the dynamite on their backs but had to take their packs off to slide them through the fence. They all stopped about fifteen yards from the house. “What’s going on in there?” Ostin asked Ian. “There’s a guy sitting at a console.” “Just one guy?” “Yes.” “Is he armed?” “No. He looks more like a tech.” He turned back. “He looks like he’s sleeping.” “He’s about to get the wake-up call of his life,” Ostin said. “What else do you see?” “The right side of the house is nothing, just a kitchen and bathroom. On the other side there’s the end of that pipe with a bunch of lights and
switches.” “How thick is the pipe?” “About three feet.” “I mean the walls of the pipe.” “Oh.” He looked closer. “Maybe an inch and a half.” Ostin thought this over. “Dynamite blows down, so we should put the packs on top of the pipe, but it’s much more powerful in a confined space.” He did the math in his head. “For maximum explosive effect we need to stack the packs inside the loop.” Ian and Wade pulled a coil of fuse out of each pack, and McKenna wrapped the ends of the fuse around her hand. Ostin looked at McKenna. “You don’t ever just spontaneously ignite, do you?” “Only a few times a day,” McKenna said, staring ahead. “Really?” She looked at him. “No.” “Sorry,” he said. Wade turned to Ostin. “Now?” “Do it,” Ostin said. “Don’t forget to check the fuses.” “I won’t.” Wade slid his arms through both packs, then McKenna and Ostin covered them with brush. “Good luck,” Ostin said. Wade crawled on his stomach toward the pipe, moving about as fast as a turtle. In the darkness he looked like a slow-moving bush. “Can’t he go faster?” McKenna said. “He’s just being careful,” Ostin said. “We’ve got one shot at this.” When Wade reached the pipe he looked back at Ian, who gave him the thumbs-up. Wade checked the fuse connections again, then placed the packs in between the looped pipe and crawled back, though much faster. The four of them dropped back into the jungle, McKenna feeding the fuse out from her hand as they went.
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