A steady gray hand clutched the cell phone. The CURE director waited for the call that would send Remo after Roote. He only hoped Remo was up to the challenge.
Chapter 24
The inhabitants of Camp Earth had been told by their leader to stay away from the alien in their midst. Reluctantly they had obeyed the command. For the better part of the day, they'd been hunched before their huts, occasionally craning their necks toward the distant shack where the creature was being nursed back to health.
Beta RAM's edict was promptly forgotten the moment the alien appeared in their shabby makeshift village.
Elizu Roote was like a conquering hero as he was helped past the ramshackle homes of the Camp Earthers.
His stride seemed to improve with every step. At first he was like a stroke victim who was going through the arduous process of relearning to walk. By the time he and Arthur Ford reached the motley collection of Camp Earth cars, he was walking largely on his own.
At an order from the alien, the hoods of all the cars were sprung open.
The nine vehicles were arranged in a tidy line.
Roote walked down to the middle car. Stretching out his hands broadly to either side, he instinctively tripped his internal circuitry.
The flash was blinding as streaks of bluish lightning arced crazily from beneath the grimy hoods of all nine vehicles.
Hoods shuddered, some dropping shut, as the bionically enhanced killer sucked every vestige of stored power from the cars.
It was over in seconds.
A few faint puffs of smoke rose from the now dead engines, lifting gently into the warm evening air.
There was a pervasive silence for a few long seconds. Then, all at once, a single engine seemed to hum to life.
The sound took all of them by surprise. Even Elizu Roote seemed puzzled.
But the noise did not come from the line of Camp Earth cars.
"Intruder alert! Intruder alert!"
The panicked voice rose from down the road. One of the sentries came running toward the crowd of Camp Earthers from his lookout post, his special night-vision binoculars clasped firmly in his hand.
"On the road," the man announced, breathless. "Beta."
"It's about time," Ford complained. He was already wondering how he was going to sneak one of Beta's freshly-purchased batteries into his own jeep.
"He's not alone," the man cried frantically. He was too out of breath to explain. And a moment later, his breathless silence didn't matter. As the crowd watched, Beta RAM's truck suddenly broke into sight around the rocky outcropping that ran in a jagged semicircle around the upper edge of the main Camp Earth road.
Beta drew up to them a moment later, screaming even before he got out of the cab.
"I've got company!" he yelled.
As Beta threw his hand out behind him, the breathless camp sentry was also pointing to the black sky.
Dozens of eyes looked up into the post-twilight. They saw the lights immediately. As the crowd gasped in horror, Beta wheeled on the Camp Earth visitors.
"This is all your fault," Beta accused Ford. He shoved the ufologist roughly, knocking him into the side of his rusted truck. "You brought him here. Now the Squiltas are coming after me."
Ford glanced at the lights. "Squiltas?" he scoffed. "Are you nuts? It's probably his mother ship." He nodded to Roote. "They're coming to take him back now that I've saved his life."
As punctuation, he shoved Beta RAM back. "Denier of Salvion!" Beta snarled, pushing Ford.
"Salvion's an asshole!" Ford screamed. He pushed Beta with both hands.
Beta gasped. "Blasphemer! You'll never get on the ark. No matter how much you beg when the Squiltas finally destroy this benighted rock."
"Your mother is a Squilta!" Ford shouted. That was enough. To have his mother thrown in with the sworn intergalactic enemies of mankind was too much for Beta RAM. Screaming in anger, Beta tackled Ford. The two of them fell to the dusty ground in a grunting heap.
As the pair of UFO enthusiasts rolled back and forth through the dirt grunting Klingon curses, Elizu Roote was staring up at the approaching aircraft.
The chopper came in from the direction of Fort Joy. From the sound it made, he figured it was most likely an older Huey.
They had found him.
Roote would need more juice if he hoped to get out of this alive. Fast. Time to inspire the troops. Roote picked someone at random. It was the flatfaced Indian girl whom Beta RAM had soiled and later thought to exclude from the trip to New Earth. As the two men continued to wrestle on the ground, Elizu Roote sent a two-handed bolt of electricity pounding into the girl's chest.
The shock lifted her high off the ground, flinging her backward. She landed on her ample derriere in the dirt next to the two wrestling men.
On the ground, Ford and Beta froze, arms locked around one another's throats. They were covered with dirt.
"Open those boxes. Now!" Roote commanded the crowd.
The Camp Earthers didn't need to be told twice. Leaping over the twitching body, they descended on the truck in a mad huddle of arms and legs, wrenching at tightly glued cardboard flaps. The batteries were quickly dumped out and passed on to eager, grabbing hands at the open tailgate. They were arranged in hasty lines on the path.
As he had done with the cars, Roote positioned himself before the rows of batteries. He lowered his hands.
The crackle of energy in the warm air was palpable.
As Roote drained the power from the batteries, the lone helicopter flew in closer. Dust thrown up by the rotors pelted roughly against the faces of the Camp Earth residents.
Blades slicing madly at the sky, the chopper swept over their heads, banking south before swooping back toward the dark eastern sky.
It didn't get far.
One hand remained over the batteries while the other rose toward the departing craft. A single violent burst of electricity exploded from Roote's fingertips, skipping the distance between him and the helicopter in a heartbeat.
The blast caught the chopper in the tail. Engine spluttering, the helicopter plummeted amid a hail of sparks behind the rising plateau. A moment later an explosion rocked the night. A single plume of fire rose up from beyond the rocky ledge. It was followed by a prolonged rumbling as the aircraft pounded in an awesomely slow crawl down the steep embankment. Next came an eerie, stunned silence.
Slowly Elizu Roote turned to the shocked Camp Earthers.
"Well, if they didn't know I was here before, I reckon they do now," he said.
The demonic smile he flashed drained all warmth from the evening air.