Tony gathered his belongings from the wreckage, while Travis took hold of Sally.
“I can’t believe it!” Said Travis, “she doesn’t have a scratch on her! She smiled just before the plane went down as if she knew she would make it out alive.”
Travis went over to Tony, who was looking through his belongings, searching for something.
Travis asked him, “what are you looking for? We have to get out of here!”
After a few seconds, Tony held out his hands holding a small GPS instrument.
“This is what I’m looking for! Carlos gave me the coordinates to the lost Mayan site. We can get there using this,” said Tony.
Travis was losing control.
“Just in case you haven’t noticed. We just lost two participants, and where the hell is Rosie?”
They both went back to the wreckage, searching around the crashed airplane, but Rosie was nowhere in sight.
Travis went over to Sally and shook her by the shoulders. “Where is Rosie? Have you seen her?”
Without a word, she went to the wreckage and opened the rear door. Laying behind the seat was Rosie’s unconscious body.
“Why isn’t Sally speaking? She hasn’t said a word since we boarded the airplane,” said Travis.
Tony went over to her. He held her face in his hands, looking deeply into her eyes.
“This isn’t Sally!”
“What do you mean it isn’t Sally?” Asked Travis.
Tony, still looking into her eyes said, “whoever is inside her, is protecting her.”
Groaning sounds came from inside the wreckage. Rosie was now sitting up, rubbing the side of her head.
“What happened? Where are we?” She asked.
Travis helped her out of the wrecked plane and brushed her hair away, exposing a large open wound.
Tony then went through the aircraft and pulled out a first aid kit. He quickly bandaged Rosie’s head and took a look at Travis’s forehead, who refused the bandage.
“I’m okay. We should get a move on,” said Travis.
Tony switched on the GPS screen and punched in the coordinates, revealing their destination four to five miles to the north. Before setting off, Tony started breaking off branches from the surrounding trees carefully covering the wrecked aircraft.
Travis again questioned Tony.
“What are you doing now?”
“Help me cover the plane before they see it. It will give us more time to reach the site,” said Tony.
The two men spent the next ten minutes covering the wreckage while Rosie and Sally sat down on some nearby rocks gazing at their surroundings. The jungle was dark, shielding out the moon’s rays. The sound of crickets could be heard all around them as if sending a message to each other. The rustling of leaves a few yards away startled Rosie. A small rodent emerged looking up at her only to turn around again racing back into the cover of the undergrowth.
Rosie looked at Sally, asking, “what’s up with her? Did you drug her?”
“No! She’s possessed,” said Tony, as he covered the remaining piece of wreckage.
Rosie shocked by what Tony said fell to the ground.
“Possessed! By what?” She said, backing away from Sally.
Tony picked up his duffel bag and said, “get up! It’s time to leave.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Jason was now entering Yucatan airspace when air-traffic control sounded on the radio.
“This is air-traffic control. Please identify yourself.”
The pilot Sean Denver spoke clearly into his Mic piece.
“This is pilot Sean Denver to air traffic control. I have special agent Jason Mallock here with me. We are in pursuit of a stolen Piper aircraft that I believe you reported had gone down in the jungle. Do you have its exact location to where it might have gone down?”
Miguel Herrera responded, “the exact location is not known. We have search and rescue covering a twenty mile radius, but they have not located the aircraft.”
“Sean! I have to get down there, land any place you see fit!” Said Jason.
Kate interrupted. “You can’t go after them alone Jason! That man is dangerous.”
“I don’t have a choice. If they survived the crash, Sally could be hurt, and that madman is dragging her across the jungle,” he said.
Sean descended as low as he could to find a safe place to land. All he could see on both sides were trees. The only safe spot for landing was a small stretch of land on the other side of the Chichen Itza temples.
Jason didn’t agree.
“No! Forget it. That’s too far. My guess is the plane went down as soon as they entered Yucatan air space. The search and rescue team are covering ground from the outside and slowly working inwards. We are going to start from the inside working our way out.”
The pilot took the plane towards the center of the jungle, circling the treetops, slowly working his way outwards with the aircrafts landing gear barely grazing the treetops. Kate scanned the trees on one side while Jason searched the other. She could hardly see anything below the trees which was in total darkness.
“I can’t see anything on the ground!” Said Kate, turning around to look at Jason who was in deep concentration.
After fifteen minutes of searching, Jason spotted something out of the ordinary. He told the pilot to turn around covering the same path they had just flown. Kate then moved to Jason’s side, wondering what he had seen. As they passed over the same spot, she still couldn’t see anything.
“There! That’s it down there!” Said Jason, turning towards Kate.
Kate saw something in Jason that baffled her. She was looking directly into his eyes when she noticed his pupils were a bright white, just like you would see when looking at a cat’s eye in the dark.
Jason then realized why she was looking at him in a strange way. Without thinking, he had given away his secret ability to see into the darkness. Right now, Jason didn’t care what Kate was thinking of him. All his thoughts were on finding his daughter Sally.
He looked at Kate saying, “I will explain later! But right now I have to get down there.”
The pilot shouted out, “what is it? What did you see?”
Jason said, “there is a gap between the trees as if something had flattened them. I need you to make another pass, flying low and slowly as you can.”
The pilot without question turned the aircraft around, ready to make another pass.
Kate apprehended what was about to happen.
“Jason! What do you intend to do?” She Asked.
Without answering, he opened the aircraft door ready to jump out.
“You’re going to kill yourself!” She shouted.
Jason was gone. His arms and legs spread out just like a parachutist would do. He hit the trees hard, smashing through branches with tremendous force making it nearly impossible for him to hold on. His speed began to slow down after each blow he took to his body until eventually he found himself holding onto a thick tree branch twenty feet above the ground. His clothes were tattered and torn, and blood oozed from deep gash wounds from his arms and legs. Jason waited a few minutes until he caught his breath.
Above him, he could hear the aircraft slowly moving further and further away until he was in total silence. Slowly and carefully Jason made his way to the ground. The first thing he checked was his firearm, then he verified his bearings. The opening he saw from the aircraft was about forty to fifty yards to the West. Tucking to his weapon back in his jeans, he went in search of that opening within the trees. After ten minutes of trekking through the dense jungle, he found what he was looking for. Standing right in front of him was the wrecked aircraft. He began to remove the tree branches that Tony and Travis had placed over to hide it from above. Jason opened the cockpit door where he saw blood stains all over the instrument panel. Then he saw the bodies of Krissy and Stacy. He searched around the wreckage and found four sets of prints heading to the North East. Jason smiled, knowing his daughter Sally was alive, giving him courage to keep on going.