It was black as night everywhere: no stars, no moon. The only thing Simon felt was the sudden pressure as the vehicle came to a complete stop.
The unmarked black rescue helicopters that were programmed to dispatch upon the Raptor’s detachment thrummed over the horizon and descended to pick up their cargo. Everything had been planned; the crew in the chopper expected that the leader of Vector5 waited for them in the vehicle.
Simon felt the noise and vibration of the choppers as blue lights shone into the cockpit. His vision was almost completely blurred. The next thing he heard was his cockpit door decompressing, and his body was detached from the harness, pulled free. He felt multiple hands and voices. It all felt like a blur.
His father’s words still echoed in his mind: Find Leon.
The frigid air cutting through the Antarctic plateau felt welcome against his skin and helped him stay awake for a few minutes longer. He felt his body being strapped down. A gurney, he thought. I’m on a gurney.
He heard the voices and started seeing lights. “Move it. Move it. Let’s go. We’re out of here.” A few immeasurable moments later, Simon felt warmth all around him, as if he was inside a room. Then he heard what seemed to be the blades of a chopper.
“Life support! I need life support,” he heard a voice say.
“Wind’s picking up,” said another voice-a woman’s.
“Disengage, disengage.”
He noticed what seemed to be multiple forms around him and what seemed to be random holo-displays inside some sort of vehicle. It’s a chopper, he noticed, dizzy from the loss of blood. Then he felt the subtle vibration on his wrist. He knew that Max and Hayden had found each other. A momentary sense of calm took hold of him as his body began to lose all feeling.
If you can only get to the surface, you will be fine. He remembered Oliver’s words. He felt calm. He knew that even though he was the only one to escape, Max and the others would soon be rescued. He knew that the operation would be blown and the world would go to the rescue of the captives. What he had done would stop the great atrocities toward the world and the human beings that were being held captive. He realized that the purpose of his mission was greater than himself, greater than the need to find his father-it was about world and humanity.
He thought about the secrets Oliver had told him, but he didn’t care, it didn’t matter. They were too great for anyone to fathom. His friends were all that mattered, and they’re alive.
His eyes were fading as he felt an inner peace. The last thing he remembered was the chance he had been given, to hold his father for one last time.