Below us, the forest canopy extends without limits, fractured only by the glowing veins of the various branches of the Amazon River.
The little plane, where we have crowded in, flies slowly, heading toward another small settlement where we’ll replenish the fuel tank. The planned route on the map, in fact, is a strange zigzag across the green blotch that is the Amazonas, from one settlement to another. It will take us days to rach the Cordillera Azul. And without the whole map, but only the half memorized by Chance’s photographic memory, when we’ll be there, it’s even possible we well never find the right place. Unless… and with Chance that’s more of a certainty than a possibility… we find it by sheer luck.
Chance sits next to the pilot, the strange little man that respond to the exotic name Armadillo Redpatch. Behind, Crasher, me and Drake share a two place seat. Drake is sleeping, The tattoo that, as Crasher explained to me, shows how much stamina Drax has left, it’s totally black. The dragon is back at full power.
Chance is talking by Iridium satellite cellular to Kristogar. It seems they are ready to join us. They, like us, failed somehow their mission at the hand of the same guys that attacked us. The Omikron.
“Ok, sure” says Chance.
A second pass…
… and then an elevator cabin crashes inside the airplane from the floor. Instantly the small aircraft begins to fall, while most of us jumps, or simply get thrown, out of it.
I sprout my feathers out, and brakes my fall. The airplane, below me, splashes in the river, disappearing in the brown cappuccino like waters.
Just above me, Drax circles, abruptly awakened, on his back Crasher grips steadily sat his white fur, more surprised than shocked. With his big bat-like wings, Danny is carrying Kristogar. The others, Tobias, Chance and the pilot, are each one on the back of pink and white flying cows. Mxy, dressed like Snoopy on the roof, waves his hands at me like it’s years that we don’t see each others.
The pilot is riding the cow like a bike, his hands on the horns, keeping his eyes very closed. His mouth, instead, is wide open, and a big river of profanities and obscenities flows out, with no chance of drying out.
