Chapter 30

Tangled growth marred the way, with gentle hands Ally eased a path through. The moment her head cleared the blanket of plant life she jerked it back, smothering a gasp.

Idling only twenty meters or so away was a vehicle with four raiders in it.

Four, Ally thought with muffled panic, where the hell are the others?

Holding her breath, Ally moved ever so slowly forward again, until her eyesight was able to focus on the vehicle. Narrowing and widening her eyes briefly triggered her sight to adjust, her hearing intensifying.

'Amico, tu excutiocussum le Prometheans?' called one of the men, causally sitting half out of the vehicle, one foot on the jungle floor, a net launcher lying across his thighs.

The language, a mix of Italian and ancient Latin struck home with Ally, as did the answering voice from right above.

'Non ancora,' grunted a male in an obvious tone of frustration. 'Divieto di ingressus'