The penguin tracks had led over the snow and ice, and Angel had followed them. Right up until she’d fallen into this crevasse. It had been hidden by hard-packed snow, and the penguins had somehow managed to cross it, though some of them weighed more than Angel. But for some reason, as soon as Angel stepped on it, it had given way. Her wings had flared automatically, pulling up painfully as she slid down deep into the hard, icy crevasse. Yelping and scrabbling frantically, Total andAkila had been sucked down with her.
Now, three minutes later, Angel, Total, andAkila were wedged tightly in avee made of ice and rock-hard packed snow. Her wings were stuck open, back and behind her, and it really hurt. She tried pulling them in and down but couldn’t budge them without feeling like they were going to be ripped out of their sockets.
Worse, Angel feared that below them, the crevasse opened out again, that they were caught in a bottleneck of ice, and if it broke, they would fall down who knew how far. One of her feet was dangling through a crack underneath them, and all she felt around it was cold air. She might be able to catch herself, if she had enough room, but she wouldn’t be able to save Total orAkila.
“How far down did we fall?” Total asked.
Angel looked up. “Um, maybe like… eighteen feet? Twenty feet?”
“Maybe if I brace my paws on each side, I can climb up, like a chimney,” Total murmured. “No- it’s too wide at the top. Dang it.” His bright black eyes looked at Angel. “We goofed.”
“Yeah.” Angel felt guilty- this was all her fault. If she sent a thought, could Max hear it? She didn’t think so. It only seemed to work when she was really close to the person.
Akilawhimpered and scrabbled again, trying to grab a paw-hold. But she only slipped farther down, and now some of her weight was resting on Angel, pushing her down an inch and making her wings feel an inch more ripped, and her foot an inch more precarious.
Akila, please stop,Angel thought at her.Calm down and stay very still. We have to think.
Akila let out a breath. Angel felt her trembling.
Angel’s stomach got butterflies when she realized that they wouldn’t be visible from the air. Because she wasn’t moving, she was starting to feel the horrible grip of coldness seeping under her jacket, her pants. She looked over and saw that both Total’s andAkila’s whiskers were covered with frost.
Oh, no,she thought with rising panic.I can’t feel my fingers inside my mittens. This was bad. Surely Max would find them. But until then, Angel had to do what she could to save them herself. What could she do? She was really, really strong. But they were wedged incredibly tightly. She’d already trying pushing with all her might, tounstick her wings, which had now gone numb.
She was really fast, but that didn’t help here. She could read people’s minds, which helped a little because she calmedAkila down. What else could she do? Well, she could change her looks. Maybe if she changed into her bird of paradise she might be smaller or skinnier and could pull herself out.
Angel closed her eyes and concentrated. She felt herself grow warm, and feeling flowed back into her feet and hands and wings with a thousand burning tingles. She felt the whisper of feathers forming on her face and hands, inside her mittens. She loved the way she looked as a blue bird of paradise. It’d be neat to keep it up all the time. But it took a lot of energy, a lot of concentration.
“Whoa,” Total said groggily, watching her. Angel feltAkila’s surprise and sent her calming thoughts.It’s still me. The transformation was complete, and Angel tried once again to pull herself upward. She pushed down hard with her hands, and though her feathery self was a little smaller, it didn’t do anything to help. She was scared to push down with her feet because of the ice maybe breaking away beneath her. Plus she had the weight ofAkila on her.
It was no use. Her new skill was worth zilch in this situation. They were going to die here. After everything she had been through, all the times Max had saved her, Max couldn’t help her now. Angel had done this to herself. She had killedherself, in the end. Tears welled up in her eyes but froze around the rims before they fell.
This was it.
This was the end.
52
IN THE END, I madeGazzy andIggy stay at the station. They started to give me a hard time about it, but one look at my “Gonnakill you if you argue” face, and they shut up. They would stay with the scientists and search around the station. Michael andBrigid were taking Nudge with them to search theWendy K., in case Angel and the dogs had gone back there.
“I don’t want you two flying in this storm,” said Paul Carey, looking concerned. “It’s not too bad now, but it’s going to get worse. We don’t want to have to look for you too.”
I pulled on another pair of socks and jammed my feet into my boots. Fang was looping a coil of climber’s rope over his shoulder.
“Max?” Brian said. “You need to stay here. Let us handle it.” There was an intent tone in his voice that made me glance up at him. He looked worried.
“Guys,” I said, zipping up my parka, pulling the fur-trimmed hood onto my head, “I take care of my own.”
Paul crossed his arms and took on his ship’s-captain persona. “Max, I forbid you and Fang to go out into that storm!”
I couldn’t help chuckling, and Fang cracked a smile.
We headed to the door that led to the air lock and outside.
Brian stepped between us and the door, and what had been amusing suddenly became irritating.
“Max, you don’t know-,” he began, and that was when I decked him.
A second later Brian was lying stunned on the floor, one hand to his jaw, blinking and wondering what had happened.
At least I assume that was what he was doing.
I wouldn’t know, because Fang and I were already gone.
53
FLYING IN HIGH WINDScan be the most exhilarating thing in the world. You just put your wings fully out and coast, doing micro-adjustments as needed to stay aloft. It’s a lot like surfing at the beach, riding the waves, except, you know, without the water. Or the beach. Or the surfboard.
At least, it’s fun like that when you don’t have to go anywhere and can take all the time in the world to enjoy Mother Nature’s roller coaster. If you need to go inany other direction, you’re screwed.
Fang and I are wicked strong, and our wings are, uh, not superhuman- I guess super-avian would be the term. But these were some freaking stiff winds, and on top of that, it was, to put it in words that won’t get edited out for younger kids, exceedingly cold.
Fang and I broke through the wind as best we could. We tried going above it, but before we got high enough, we realized we were so far up that we couldn’t see squat on the ground, even with raptor vision.
Teeth clenched, windburn tears streaming out of our eyes, we headed back down, staying close to each other. We started in small circles, then made them increasingly larger. And saw nothing. Nothing but whiteness. Ice. Rock. Snow. Right then, global warming seemed like a great idea.
“Hypothermia,” Fang yelled over the wind, and I nodded, biting my lip. Dealing with regular oldfreezingness was one thing, but being caught somewhere, unable to move and keep warm, was something else. If Angel had fallen through some ice or had gotten trapped somehow, it wouldn’t take long for her to freeze to death. Total, being smaller, would last even less time.