kids from my plane. I donât see anyone. Clouds are passing across the moon, making it hard to see.
Then I hear a nearby rustle. I freeze. My hand goes to the knife on my waistband.
âItâs me,â I hear a voice hiss in the darkness. My eyes are adjusting to the dim light, and now I see Gadya approaching from about twenty feet away. âBack in the good olâ UNA,â she whispers. I can hear excitement in her voice. But also some fear.
âDid you see what happened?â I ask, moving toward her.
âNo. What?â
âMy parachute didnât open! I had to use my emergency one.â
âReally?â She sounds startled.
âWas yours okay?â I ask.
She nods. âYeah. Iâm glad youâre safe.â
âMe too,â I say. âSo whereâs Liam?â
âI donât know. I was just looking for him. He went out right before I did.â
âHeâs probably landed by now.â
âIâm sure he has. Maybe the wind drifted him away from us.â
We both stare around in the darkness. âIâm worried that someone did something to our parachutes,â I say.
Gadya thinks it over. âSabotage? But who would do that?â
âI know itâs doubtful, but maybe thereâs someone who doesnât want us to succeed. Like someone with old allegiances to the UNA.â
âAnythingâs possible on the wheel.â She stares around for Liam. âIf heâs not here soon, we have to get going.â
I nod. âMaybe heâs already headed for the rebel convoy. Maybe heâll meet us there.â I look around at the trees.
âLiam will be okay,â Gadya says, trying to comfort me. âHeâs a hunter and tracker. He knows where to find us.â
I nod. I have to accept her logic. If I donât, Iâll give in to despair.
I pull out a paper-thin digital screen. Itâs a map of the area. The scientists gave them to us, along with fake government papers, forged back on Island Alpha. The screen glows dimly green in the darkness. I hold it close so that the light doesnât give us away. âLook. Weâre not far from where weâre supposed to meet the rebels. We just head north into the forest, find a large river and follow it, and then meet them on a dirt road on the other side. Theyâll be waiting for us.â
Gadya glances at the map. âOnly two miles or so.â
âWe better start walking.â
I take a final glance at the map, and then shut it off, putting the folding screen back into my pocket. I wish I could communicate with the scientists, or anyone else, but itâs too dangerous nowto transmit any signals. They would be picked up by the governmentâs monitoring systems.
Gadya and I start heading toward the trees at the edge of the field. Iâm thinking about Liam and hoping that weâll find him out here. If not, I plan to wait for him when we reach the convoy, even if Gadya doesnât want to.
The sudden snap of gunshots in the distance triggers my reflexes, and I instantly crouch down to the ground. The shots are too soft and far away to be aimed at us, but we need to be cautious. I can hear Gadya cursing.
âTheyâre onto us!â she hisses. âThey must have spotted someone.â
âIt could be a police drill,â I say. âIt could have nothing to do with us. They could be doing target practice, for all we knowââ
More sharp cracks interrupt my words. I donât hear any screaming in response. If they are shooting at something or someone, it sounds like theyâre missing their target.
âWe have to go faster,â Gadya says. âIf there are government soldiers or police out here, then we need to reach the rebels as soon as we can.â
The two of us begin racing toward the edge of the trees. The trees are so tall in front of us that they blot out the moonlight. They stand like an impenetrable