The Ties That Bind r5-4

by Cliff Ryder

  "Nothing in particular," he said. "The company I work for does detailed, computer-based mapping, combining physical inspections, satellite imagery and aerial photography. They send me out in advance of the regular team so I can get the lay of the land, let them know of any problems the ground team might encounter before they arrive."

  "You don't work for an oil company, do you?" Her tone was one of pure suspicion.

  "An oil company?" Jason asked, honestly perplexed. "No. Pretty much I'm a what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of guy. Why would you think I work for an oil company?"

  "No reason," she said, her voice filled with doubts.

  "Look, Tina," he said. "I need a guide and you're who my company arranged for. The agency says you're the best. I'm not sure where all your suspicions are coming from, but I can assure you that I only want to tour the region and head back home."

  "My suspicions are pretty well founded," she said. "You wouldn't be the first native or half native who's come up here, working for one of the oil companies and looking to exploit my people."

  Jason chuckled in sudden understanding. "Well, you're right about part of that, anyway," he said. "Yes, I'm half-Inuit. But I grew up in an orphanage and I don't know much at all about my biological parents, where they live or anything else. To be honest, I don't really care. I'm just here to do a job and go home." He let his tone turn more serious. "I don't have any interest in doing anything other than my scout survey job, and then I'm gone."

  "Siku is a common enough name, but there is something vaguely familiar about you," she said. "I just…" She sighed deeply, then straightened. "Never mind. And please excuse me. I'm sorry, Mr. Siku. I don't mean to come across so defensive. There are a lot of unscrupulous people in the world and a few of them have turned their eyes to this part of the world, hoping to cash in on the natives. I don't take jobs that will put them in danger or leave them exposed to more problems than they already have."

  "Call me Jason," he said. "And don't worry about it. I'd rather you be up-front about any concerns you might have now than have to get a new guide along the way. Good ones are hard to replace and the agency said they were sending me the best. I'm not here to search out my family or take advantage of your people in any way."

  She nodded, and then said, "They are your people, too, even if you don't know them."

  Her words struck a chord with his own thoughts of the previous weeks, but he knew that family would only be another distraction during a difficult assignment. "Maybe," he said, "but I'm afraid that I've never really seen it that way. And while this trip might present an opportunity to search out my family, I am here for business."

  "Fair enough," she said. "I'll be your guide. When do you want to leave?"

  It was Jason's turn to smile. "Not so fast," he said. "Now it's my turn to ask some questions of you."

  "Of course," she said. "What do you want to know?"

  "How long have you been a guide?" he asked.

  "I started doing wilderness guide work with my grandfather when I was sixteen," she said. "So…almost twenty years now. Usually, I work with groups wanting to see native villages or the national parks and wildlife, but I've done other types of tours, too."

  Jason nodded. "Such as?"

  "A lot of corporate folks think that they can make a lot of money if they find the right angle," she said. "For a while, they were willing to pay me really well to tour them around and prove how wrong they were." She laughed. "I stopped when I realized that they were never going to go away. The hunger for land and cheap, exploitable labor never ends. That's why there's so many mining operations up here — but at least they tend to pay well, even if the work is backbreaking and dangerous."

  "Fair enough," he said. "What kind of challenges can we expect on our journey?"

  "That depends," she replied. "You've picked a good time to come up here. In early fall, the temperatures are decent and the wildlife hasn't gotten really hungry yet. We'll stay in the villages whenever we can. Aside from panic, do you know what kills most people wandering around in the wilderness?"

  He shook his head.

  "Lack of awareness," she continued. "People don't pay attention to what's going on around them — the way the ice might be cracked or weak in certain areas, signs of dangerous animals, that kind of thing. Up here, it pays to be observant."

  "You might be surprised how many parts of the world that rule applies to," he said. "Still, I'll make a point of remembering." He laughed. "Of course, I make a living by being observant, so perhaps we'll do just fine."

  "I haven't lost anyone yet," she said. "Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

  Signaling the waitress, Jason said, "Just two things. What do you want for dinner and when do we leave?"

  "We can catch a flight to Nome tomorrow," she said. "Alaska Airlines has several flights a day."

  "And dinner?" he asked.

  She smiled and once again he was struck by her attractive appearance, which didn't seem to match her job. "I'm going to have dinner with some friends tonight, Jason. Then I'm going to get some rest. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning and we'll go to the airport."

  "You're not going to let me buy you dinner?" he asked, disappointed. The company of a beautiful woman made almost every mission more bearable. No strings, just temporary pleasure.

  "No," she said. "I wouldn't want you to think it was my tip. Usually those come after the work."

  "I was just being friendly," he protested. "Nothing wrong with having a bite of dinner together, is there?"

  "Actually," she said, "there is. I don't socialize with my clients. I don't get personal with my clients. I take them where they want to go, show them what they want to see, keep them safe and send them on their way." She finished off the last of her soda, then added, "Just business, okay? I'll see you in the morning. Eight o'clock sharp." Tina nodded to him, then turned and walked out of the restaurant.

  While admitting to himself that she looked just as good leaving as she had coming in, Jason found himself a bit flabbergasted. He hadn't made a pass or suggested they go upstairs for a slow tango between the sheets. But it was rare that he got the rough brush-off just like that.

  "I just asked what she wanted to eat," he muttered to himself.

  "I'm sorry, sir?" the waitress asked.

  He looked up, realized that she'd been standing there waiting.

  "Nothing," he said. "Never mind."

  "The lady won't be staying for dinner?"

  "Apparently not," he said. He glanced at the menu again, then said, "I'll have the burger, please."

  "Struck out, huh?" the waitress asked, a grin forming on her features. "Don't worry. It happens to the best of them."

  "Not to me," he muttered again, then forestalled her asking what he'd said by adding, "I'd also like a salad, but after the main course."

  "Yes, sir," she said. "Can I get you anything else?"

  "No, thank you," he replied.

  "Save room for dessert," she suggested. "Our espresso torte is heavenly."

  "I'll keep it in mind," he said. The waitress walked away and Jason turned his thoughts inward once more.

  He had a guide, but she was also more than a little uptight. And automatically suspicious. He'd have to be careful to keep her focused on what she believed he was here for. That she was protective of her people was understandable, but the woman herself seemed contradictory. One second she was nice, straightforward and engaged. The next, she was practically telling him off for asking her what she wanted to eat. There was something about her that struck him as familiar, too, but he couldn't place what it was.

  Still, so long as he moved carefully, she would be easy to keep distracted. At least until he disappeared while looking for the sub. He would have to try to think of something to keep her from sending out search parties for him.

  He sighed. Another complication — and a female one at that — was not what this mission needed. Resigned to making the best of it, he settled in to wait for his
meal.

  4

  The road out of Nome was little better than a rutted concrete path, but Tina quickly proved herself competent. Using a large SUV and a trailer with two ATVs, she guided their vehicle around the worst of the potholes and hazards, while simultaneously pointing out sites of interest along the way. She was a good guide, Jason realized, knowledgeable about the area, its history, people and animals. She didn't talk too much, but kept the conversation light and interesting. And completely impersonal.

  The landscape itself was one of harsh beauty. Dark-brown-and-green tundra grasses dominated the view, with distant snowcapped mountains. Birds and rabbits were plentiful, and when he rolled down the window, the wind from the ocean was crisp and cold and hinted of the coming winter. This was not a place for the weak, and those who survived here — in the city or in the surrounding areas — had a good reason to be proud.

  Several hours after leaving the small town, the road wasn't even a pretense anymore, but simply a wide gravel trail. Not long after, Tina pulled the SUV off to the side and said, "This is where the going gets rough. We'll leave the truck here and take the ATVs the rest of the way."

  "You just leave your truck?" he asked, surprised.

  She shrugged. "Why not? It's not like anyone is likely to steal it. Where would they go?" She gestured at the empty scene around them. "Even if they went into Nome, someone would recognize it. Theft isn't very common up here. Everyone knows everyone else."

  "Makes sense," he said. He opened his door and climbed out of the truck, stretching his legs. "Can I help you unload everything?"

  "Sure," she said. "Do you know how to drive an ATV?"

  He nodded. "I've used them many times."

  "Good," she said. "Then we can skip the lesson. I've already loaded all our gear onto the cargo racks, so all we have to do is back them down and we're good to go."

  Jason climbed up on the trailer, while Tina lowered the gate. "One word of caution," she said. "If you haven't driven one of these with a trailer attached, they don't corner as tightly. Also, there's plenty of icy patches, even some snow in places, so keep your speed down. If you hit an ice patch going too fast, we'll have to bring in bulldozers to find your body."

  He grinned and started the ATV's engine. "Got it," he said, putting the machine in gear and guiding it down the ramp. He noticed how she watched him, making sure that he wasn't all talk and actually knew what he was doing. He pulled his ATV over to one side, and watched as she drove the second ATV off the trailer. When it was clear, he lifted the gate and shut it firmly, latching it into place.

  He crossed back over to his own machine. "Are we ready?" he asked.

  "As ready as we can be," she said. "I'll take the lead. Just follow my trail and we should hit the coast in about an hour. From there, we'll go north. If you want to stop for anything, just honk the horn."

  "You're the boss," he said. He slipped a pair of goggles over his eyes and pulled up his hood, fastening it with Velcro. There was no point in starting out cold.

  She set off toward the coast, keeping a steady pace, but not going too fast. Even if he'd lost sight of her, the tracks made by her ATV in the heavy tundra grass would be easy enough to follow. Aside from startling the occasional bird or rabbit, there was little to see. Once, in the far distance, he thought he saw a moose, but with the cloud cover and shadowy light, he wasn't certain.

  According to the compass, Tina had begun bearing slightly to the north. If she was following a frail, he certainly couldn't see it, but it was entirely possible she didn't need one. Some people had a compass in their head, and were never truly lost. Off to his left and at quite a distance, Jason spotted what looked like some old, ruined buildings. He slowed to a stop and honked the horn.

  Ahead of him, Tina slowly circled back, then pulled alongside him. "What's up?" she asked.

  He pointed at the ruins. "I'd like to take a look at those," he said. "I find such places interesting."

  "There's not much to see there," she said. "It's an abandoned Inuit summer village from a long time ago. They left when the waters near here were fished out by nonnatives."

  "Still," he said. "I'd like to see it, if you don't mind stopping."

  She shrugged. "You're the client." Turning her ATV in that direction, she set a somewhat slower pace toward the abandoned village. Jason followed in her wake, thinking about what it must be like for people to have to move their homes because others had destroyed their way of life.

  Just as they reached the copse of frees that sheltered the buildings, Tina jammed on her brakes and abruptly turned around. Her eyes were wide. "No questions," she snapped. "We've got to get out of here right now!"

  Startled, Jason stopped his ATV completely. "Wha…" he began to ask, even as she motored by him, going as fast as she could, the frailer bouncing wildly behind her.

  He turned to look at the buildings, wondering what could have possibly set her off like that, when he realized that there were several men coming out of the frees. Dressed in winter camouflage, they were heavily armed and already moving into position to open fire. "Not the friendliest natives," he said, diving off the ATV to use it for cover as the first shots rang out.

  Bullets dug up the turf near his ATV. Jason slipped off his goggles and put on the shooting glasses. Now was as good a time as any for a field test. He drew his Glock from beneath his coat, checked the load, then popped up over the seat of his vehicle, sighting on the closest man, who was running toward him.

  Jason exhaled and fired. The lenses of his glasses simultaneously tracked the round and his visual response. The bullet took the man just below the collarbone and punched through the other side, shattering his shoulder blade. He screamed and fell to the ground, his blood staining the grass and the patchy snow a bright crimson.

  "Four and a half inches high at twenty-nine feet," he estimated, gauging the feedback that ran in a tiny font along the bottom of his lenses. "And slightly to the right."

  The other two men dived for cover of their own, one behind a log and another behind a small cluster of stones. Neither one seemed too interested in retrieving their bleeding friend, whose moans could be heard between the shots they were firing for cover.

  They weren't using military-grade weapons, he realized, but heavy-duty bolt-action hunting rifles. When they paused to reload, he risked another glance over the top of the ATV. One man had moved closer, crawling through the scrub grass. He'd drawn a revolver. He popped his head up every few feet to take another look. There wasn't anything special about him that Jason could see. He looked quite a bit like a hunter who'd been caught poaching, but either way, he and his friends seemed serious about doing harm.

  As the man low-crawled past his wounded comrade, he muttered, "Shut up, will you?"

  The momentary distraction was all Jason needed. He slipped around the front tires, sighted and fired. This time, his aim was perfect — the round entered the man's forehead one inch above his eyebrows and dead center. The force shoved him upright, his features straining with shock, and Jason fired again, aiming center mass and driving him backward into the ground, dead before he landed.

  "That's two for me and none for you," he called out to the last man. "I advise you to throw down your weapons and come out where I can see you."

  There was a long pause, then, "You won't shoot?"

  Grinning to himself, Jason called, "No, I won't shoot. Come on out."

  He watched as the man tossed a rifle to the ground, then stepped out from behind the cluster of rocks, his hands raised. His features were unremarkable — fair skin, blue eyes, a mop of sweaty brown hair.

  Jason got to his feet and closed the space between them. Behind him, he could hear the sound of Tina's ATV returning. She must have realized that he hadn't followed or had been watching and figured out that the situation was under control.

  "Who are you?" Jason barked at the man. "And why'd you try to shoot us?"

  The man stepped closer. "No one you know," he said. His hand w
as a blur as he reached for the handgun behind his back. Jason didn't even blink, but dropped two rounds into the man's chest, killing him instantly. He fell over backward, his scream of pain cut short as the last of the air left his lungs.

  "Stupid fool," Jason said to himself. He looked down at the wounded man on the ground and assessed his condition. He'd lost too much blood and was already fading into unconsciousness. They were too far from anywhere to save him. "Sorry," he said, "but this is the best I can do for you." He shot him once in the head, ending the man's misery.

  Behind him, he heard a sharp intake of breath and turned to see Tina staring at him, her eyes wide with outrage. "You…you just shot those men in cold blood!"

  "What?" Jason asked, even as he loaded a fresh clip. "I did not!"

  "You did! I saw you. The one man surrendered and the other was wounded and you just…you just killed them like it was nothing."

  Shaking his head, Jason moved to gather up their weapons. He tossed them in a pile between the three bodies. "The man who surrendered was going for a gun behind his back," he explained. "Roll him over and take a look if you don't believe me. As for the man on the ground…he was going to die, Tina. A slow and painful death. I killed him because we're too far away from anywhere to do anything for him."

  "Right," she said, her voice rising an octave. "So now you're a doctor, too?" She stumped over to the second man and rolled him over, then gasped. The gun he'd been going for was on the ground beneath him. Then she turned to look at the last man he'd killed. The pool of blood that had spread from beneath his back was testament to how badly he'd been wounded.

  Tina turned back to Jason and nodded. "All right," she said, angry. "Fine, you were telling the truth. But where did you learn to fight like that? You killed three armed men and never even broke a sweat."

  "I grew up in a rough neighborhood," Jason joked, then he turned serious when he saw that she wouldn't accept a flip answer. "I've been in a lot of tight scrapes over the years — the Middle East, Africa, Bosnia to name a few. You either learn how to fight in places like that or you die. I learned how to shoot pretty well."