Natural Selection (A Free Spider Shepherd short story) by Stephen Leather Read Free Book Online

fossil.’
    ‘You’re closer than you think. They’re mostly American but they talk ancient German that even Germans can’t understand. Their clothes look like sackcloth, they don’t use modern inventions, and they work in the fields about twenty-eight hours a day. Imagine the Amish without the sense of fun and you’re not far off.’
    Beyond the miniature Great Plains the jungle began again, stretching unbroken far to the south. Shepherd checked his watch. They had covered the sequence from city and shanty town, through swamp, scrub, jungle, pine forest, arable land, and back to secondary and then primary jungle in no more than an hour’s flight from north to south. 
    Pilgrim was again pointing ahead. ‘The end of the line,’ he said. ‘Toledo is the land that time forgot. It’s bigger than Wales but there’s only thirty thousand people here. There’s only one dirt road connecting this entire region with the rest of the country. You can get around some of the other tracks with a Landrover in the dry season, but the rest of the time you can forget it; there’s about two hundred inches of rain a year down here, so there are really only two ways to travel: by boat or on foot.’
    Shepherd stared down at the jungle. At first he could see nothing but the dense, green canopy, pierced by an occasional silver glint as light reflected from the surface of a river. As the helicopter dropped lower, he caught a glimpse of a just-discernible break in the canopy, and caught sight of the Mayan village - a few huts in a small clearing on the banks of the river, like a tiny island in a huge emerald-green sea. They overflew the village and the Puma went into a hover a few miles closer to the border, above an old plantation, abandoned by the Maya but not yet reverted to jungle, that was to serve as the Landing Zone.
    Geordie and Jimbo had stirred themselves at the engine note changed and as soon as the chopper landed, the five men unloaded their gear, jumped out and ran clear. At once, the rotors thundered and the downwash whipped the jungle, sending a dust storm of leaves and broken branches spinning through the air as the Puma lifted off and swung back towards the north. 
    As the noise of the rotors faded, the sounds of the rainforest resumed; the insistent cries of birds answered by the buzzing of a billion insects. Shepherd crouched by the buttress root of a strangler fig for a moment, watching and listening as they’d been trained, but also savouring the beauty, the strangeness and the silence. Then at a nod from Pilgrim, they shouldered their bergens. As they entered the jungle, they could hear behind them the chop of rotors as a succession of other helicopters began landing the local infantry company who were providing cover for the op and would form a defensive perimeter around the RV point just inside the border.
    The SAS patrol had already disappeared from sight, moving through the dense jungle, maintaining the silent patrolling routine they had practised. Pilgrim took the role of lead scout - or point man - at first, navigating and keeping the patrol heading broadly the right direction, but as they moved on, he brought each of them in turn up to work as lead scout, though again he remained at their shoulder, second in line.
    When Shepherd’s turn came, he began picking his way through the tangled vegetation, following the faint, wavering trace of the animal track they were following, avoiding breaking twigs or rustling dry leaves. He had practised the technique of looking through the foliage that Pilgrim had described to him and to his surprise, he had found both that it was relatively easy to master and  that it really did enable him to see through what had seemed impenetrable jungle, glimpsing any suspicious shapes that might be lurking in cover. He was hyper-alert for the first sign of danger - a movement, a sound, an unfamiliar smell - that might be the only warning before another contact with the enemy. It took