DropZone Part 11

Johnny followed, calling for Ethan to hurry up. 'I'll book us into the next available s.p.a.ce,' he said. 'Sam's coming with us as well. You must've impressed him.'

'Really?' said Ethan. 'I thought you did the consolidation stuff on your own.'

'You do,' said Johnny. 'You'll be doing it all by yourself. We're just coming along for the ride. But you need to know one thing...'

'What's that then?' asked Ethan.

Johnny smiled. 'If Sam's coming, then you're really in the s.h.i.t!'

Ethan stopped mid-step. 'Why's that?'

'It's simple,' said Johnny. 'If you're average, Sam leaves you alone. Not interested. Better things to do. But if you show promise, then he can't help himself; he goes all out to make you better and better. And that's hard work because he's never happy with anything but perfection.' He stopped and smiled. 'After all, look at me!'

Ethan laughed. All the way back to the hangar he was quizzed on his first solo, but inside he was thinking about what Johnny had just said. He couldn't help but feel a little proud that somehow he'd impressed Sam. He knew that wasn't easy. He wasn't quite sure how he'd done it. Everything had happened so fast since he'd first met Johnny. Now here he was, a qualified skydiver.

Luke came out of the hangar to meet them.

'Well done, Eth,' he said. 'Welcome to the club.' He reached out and shook Ethan's hand. 'Sam's told me you're off up again in a bit so I've sorted you out a new rig. Johnny you can repack your own.'

'Don't you want to do it for me?' asked Johnny. 'I never get the creases right, not like you.' He attempted a hurt look and kicked a stone disconsolately.

Luke smiled, shook his head and took Ethan's rig. 'Grab some scoff. It'll be a couple of hours before you're in the air again.'

Ethan thanked Luke as the man in black walked past. His visor was up now, but Ethan still couldn't see much of his face. Ethan nodded as he headed towards the car park.

'Ah,' said Johnny. 'Your first fan! Trust me, it's a nightmare: the adoration, the s.e.x...'

'He was the only other skydiver in the plane when I went up with Sam,' Ethan explained. 'For some reason no one else was jumping. Still, it was nice to have the thing as private as possible. Helped me to focus.'

'Hungry?' asked Johnny.

'Always,' said Ethan.

Before they headed off for Ethan's first consolidation jump, Sam quickly grilled him on a few drills and hand signals, and ran him through a set sequence for the skydive. Then he checked Ethan's rig, pulling the clips to make sure they were secure. Finally he said, 'For this jump, I want to see a clean exit, stable position, and then two three-sixties, left then right, good deployment of canopy. Johnny and I will follow you in.'

'And we're jumping from thirteen thousand?' asked Ethan.

Sam nodded. 'You've shown you can skydive solo. That's what the level-eight jump is all about. Now you need enough air time before deploying your canopy to practise your skills. And that's what consolidation is for. This is where you really get the chance to prove yourself.'

Ethan was quiet not scared, just focused, running through everything Sam had said.

Johnny looked at him. 'You'll nail each jump, mate,' he said. 'Not as quickly as me, obviously, but I'll be there to help. And I'll make sure I get your good side on camera.'

Ethan couldn't help but smile. 'I have a good side?'

'I'll let you know,' said Johnny.

'Here's the minibus,' Sam growled, shaking his head at Johnny. 'In.'

The rush of air as the plane door was pulled open slammed into Ethan and momentarily took his breath away. He suddenly felt very aware of the height he was jumping from: all there was between him and the ground below was the few centimetres of the plane's skin beneath his backside. He closed his eyes, squeezed them shut so hard that pinp.r.i.c.ks of light stabbed his brain, then breathed deep and slow.

13,000 feet... Easy...

The call came. Ethan was first to jump, with Sam and Johnny following. He'd be first out of the plane, first to fall from 13,000. He avoided looking round at all the other faces in the plane, the eyes of both seasoned jumpers and newbies.

And then he jumped.

Air caught him, pulled at him, the sound of it battered his ears. He saw the plane above him, and then two other dots in the sky, before arching his back, flipping over.

Earth below, sky above. Sky everywhere.

Rock 'n' roll!

Ethan got himself stable, then spied Johnny and Sam coming in, tracking across to him till they were close. He got the thumbs-up from both of them. Knowing he was getting it right made him feel a lot more confident.

Johnny grinned, then turned upside down, feet pointing straight up, keeping himself stable with his arms and hands. Ethan burst out laughing, the sound swept away by the wind.

Johnny flipped back to the stable position, then turned again so that he was just sitting in the air, as though relaxing on an invisible chair. Then he stabilized again.

Ethan looked at Sam, who gave a hand signal that told Ethan to do a 360.

Ethan did two one left, one right. Then he returned to the stable position, found the DZ below, and got on course. All he had to do now was deploy. But he still had a few seconds of freefall left.

And each second made his smile grow and grow.

He checked his altimeter. It was time to deploy. He looked at Johnny and Sam. Both nodded and sped away from him to give him s.p.a.ce. Then he reached round with his right hand and pulled.

That sound again bed sheets flapping in the wind then total silence, almost eerie. Ethan didn't know if his face was aching because of the freefall and the wind, or because he just couldn't wipe the smile off it. In the end he didn't even bother trying. He just kept his eyes on the field next to the DZ, and guided himself in, correcting his canopy now and again with a tug of a toggle, until the ground rushed up to meet him. He pulled both toggles, and landed, not entirely gracefully, on his a.r.s.e.

He quickly got to his feet, started to pull in his canopy. Adrenaline was still coursing through him from the dive and it felt better than good. He could taste it; his fingers tingled. He caught sight of Johnny coming in for a perfect landing. He made everything look easy, look good. When he was clear, in came Sam, and Ethan was blown away by the speed at which he zipped in, how he then pulled up into a perfect touchdown.

Johnny waved to Ethan and walked over to meet him on the way back to the hangar. Sam sent a casual salute.

'I said you'd nail it.' Johnny clapped Ethan on the shoulder. 'You're good up there, man, you really are.'

'You serious?'

'Dead.'

Sam called over. 'Wait up, lads.'

Ethan and Johnny stalled as Sam marched over to join them, canopy over his shoulder like a huge dead jellyfish.

He looked at Ethan and smiled. 'You should be proud of yourself, Ethan,' he said and reached out to shake Ethan's hand. 'Well done.'

Ethan felt as though his arm was about to be ripped off. 'Thanks.'

'I never say that unless I mean it,' said Sam, still gripping Ethan's hand. 'You've a natural talent for this. Don't waste it.'

'I won't,' said Ethan, but the words didn't exactly express how he felt right then. Getting such praise from someone like Sam with his experience, his perfectionism was amazing. Ethan had never been so d.a.m.ned proud in his life. For the first time ever he felt like he'd actually achieved something worthwhile. And he knew then that he didn't just like skydiving, he was addicted to it just as Johnny had guessed.

By the time Ethan had thought of anything intelligent to say, Sam had gone. He turned to Johnny, shaking out his hand to get the blood flowing again. 'I wasn't expecting that.'

Johnny smiled, set off walking again. 'Remember what I said? You're in the s.h.i.t now, mate; Sam's really got his teeth into you.'

A shout brought them both up sharp. They looked round to see someone trotting over from the side of the DZ.

'Jake,' said Johnny. 'What's he doing here?'

Ethan saw where Jake had come from. 'Kat's over there.' He pointed. 'He must've been talking to her, watching us jump.'

'Having fun, are we? You and Sam enjoying yourselves with the rookie?' Jake yelled.

'Nice to see you too, Jake,' said Johnny. 'What are you doing here? Aren't you still grounded?'

'Don't give a s.h.i.t. Like I'm going to listen to Sam. His judgement's totally out. He's losing it in his old age.'

'Come on, Eth,' said Johnny, and carried on past Jake.

Jake stepped in front, blocking their way; nodded at Ethan. 'He my replacement?'

'What's going on with you, Jake?' asked Johnny. 'Why are you really here?'

'I'm asking if this rookie is my replacement; if Sam's eyeing him for jumping with the team.'

'No idea what Sam's thinking,' said Johnny. 'He's just helping Ethan skydive. That's his job, remember?'

'I remember all right,' said Jake, getting up close. 'I remember how you were always his favourite. Is that what this is? Another little Johnny clone for Sam to look after, eh?'

'Hey,' said Ethan. 'Leave it.'

Johnny laughed. 'Jake, shut up and p.i.s.s off. You're talking out of your a.r.s.e.'

Jake pushed him, and Ethan stepped in. 'I said leave it.'

'Look, head back to the hangar,' said Johnny, looking at Ethan. 'I'll sort this out.'

'Yeah, that's it, Rookie,' said Jake as Ethan hesitated. 'Do what Johnny tells you. Head back to teacher. Go on, like a good little boy.'

Ethan looked at Jake's sneering face, and didn't see the boot put out to trip him up. He caught it with his left foot, tried to keep his balance, fell forward and slammed into the ground.

'What the h.e.l.l did you do that for?' he shouted, and pushed himself up, but he was caught in his canopy and fell back, drowning in his rig.

Jake laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Then turned and jogged back over to Kat.

Johnny reached down and helped Ethan to his feet, untangling him. 'You all right?'

Ethan nodded. 'What is his problem?'

Johnny and Ethan watched as Jake said something to Kat, then jumped into his Porsche and sped out of the car park.

'He's got an unfortunate flaw,' said Johnny, helping Ethan pick up his rig.

'What's that then?'

'He's a t.o.s.s.e.r.'

Ethan saw Johnny smile.

'Forget Jake,' said Johnny. 'He's just jealous, that's all. You ready for another jump?'

Ethan nodded. It was the one question to which he knew the answer would always be 'Yes!'

CHAPTER 14

By the end of the day Ethan was exhausted; he was already in bed when his phone rang. He'd been relieved to find his dad absent when he got home expecting to find him in front of the TV again, ready for another argument. But tonight he was spared.

Mum was out working. Jo had called him into her room for a chat. She was in the middle of another of her weird paintings. Ethan had stared at it in fascination. He could see that it was way cool, but he just didn't get what it was supposed to represent. That didn't matter though; he knew he didn't have to understand it to support her.

Now, lying on his bed, listening to his phone ringing, he checked his watch. Eleven thirty. No one ever phoned him this late. He didn't recognize the number.

He didn't answer and the call went to answerphone.

A moment later, the phone rang again.

Ethan picked it up, stared at it. The flat was empty now; Mum wasn't back from work and Jo had gone out with her mates. A thought struck him what if it was Jo using someone else's phone because her own was dead? What if it was an emergency?

He answered. 'Yes?'

Silence.

'h.e.l.lo?'

Ethan could hear something in the background. Wind buffeting metal. Whoever it was, they were calling from FreeFall he'd recognize the sound of the hangar doors anywhere. They were loose and always rattled in the wind.

A whisper: 'I said I'd make you pay, Rookie.'

'Jake?'

Laughter.