DropZone Part 12

The phone went dead.

Ethan didn't know how Jake had got his number, but it was the fact that he had called from FreeFall that bothered him most. What was the rich t.o.s.s.e.r up to now? Ethan had a feeling that it wasn't anything good. And since it was him Jake had called, Ethan felt that it was up to him to go and stop him.

Instinct took over. He was up, out and cycling along the road to FreeFall before he knew what he was doing. It was a dark night and the lights on his bike were fading. As they flickered in the gloom, he willed them to stay alive just long enough.

Then they died.

But Ethan pushed on, pedalled hard, the wind in his eyes. All he could think about was Jake and the trouble he could cause at FreeFall without anyone there to stop him. The bloke was a total idiot. This was probably some kind of revenge or something. Whatever it was, Ethan was determined to sort it out.

He swung the bike round a sharp corner. Bright light flooded the road, blinding him. A car horn blared and the sound of screeching tyres shattered his concentration as a car swung past, only missing him because he swerved into the verge. He felt his front tyre smack into something hard and lurched to a stop.

Jeez... that was close...

For a few seconds he sat on his bike and tried to calm down. Then he looked at his front tyre. It was totally flat thanks to a jagged rip. FreeFall was still a fair distance away, and time was of the essence. He pulled out his phone, punched in a number.

'Yeah?'

'Johnny?'

'Ethan, look, can I call you back? I'm a bit... busy...'

A girl giggled in the background. Typical Johnny.

'It's Jake,' said Ethan. 'I think he's at FreeFall. He just called and-'

Johnny came back bullet-quick. 'When?'

'Just now. Said something about making me pay, then hung up.'

'You sure he's at FreeFall? Did he tell you?'

'No,' said Ethan, 'but I could hear the hangar doors rattling in the background. He's there, I know it. He could be messing with the rigs or something.'

'Have you called Sam?'

'Uh-uh. Didn't want to be on the receiving end if it turns out Jake's just p.i.s.sing around.' Ethan was all too aware of how Sam would react if he thought someone had wasted his time.

'Too right,' agreed Johnny. 'I'm on my way. I'll pick you up in five.'

'Look, I'm halfway there already-'

Johnny cut in, 'You were going on your own?'

'Yeah,' said Ethan. 'But my bike's got a puncture. I'll just leave it behind a hedge or something.'

Ethan listened as Johnny explained to the giggle what was happening then came back on the phone with, 'Where are you?'

'Couple of miles out of town on the main road.'

'Sorted,' said Johnny.

Ethan hung up. Then he lifted his bike over a hedge into a nearby field, did his best to memorize exactly where he was so that he could fetch it in the morning, and waited.

Five minutes later, Johnny pulled up on his bike, engine buzzing the night. He handed Ethan a helmet. 'Jump on.'

Ethan had never been on a motorbike before. The instant he sat down, he wanted one.

'Hold on tight put your arms round me if you want.'

Ethan hesitated.

'It's OK, Ethan, you're not my type.'

Smiling, he held onto Johnny's waist.

The bike revved and zipped away into the dark, spraying stones and dirt across the road.

It didn't take long to reach the old army base. At the security gate, Johnny explained that he'd left some of his kit behind. The guard smiled and waved them in.

As the airfield came into view up on their right, Johnny slowed the bike, pulled it to the side. Killing the engine, he turned to Ethan. 'We'll push it from here, arrive silent, OK?'

Ethan nodded, climbed off.

They edged forward, pushing the bike together along the road, then right into the car park. Johnny nodded over to an old shed and they rolled the bike into the shadows behind it, pulling off their helmets and leaving them on the pillion.

'I bet Jake's just trying to wind me up,' Ethan said softly. 'Has he always been such a d.i.c.k?'

'He's always liked showing off,' muttered Johnny. 'He likes to have the upper hand. But he could have been a great skydiver if he hadn't decided to focus on being a t.o.s.s.e.r instead.' He pointed to the rear of the shed. 'We'll sneak through there, then make our way round to the front of the hangar. If Jake is here, we should be able to find him without being seen.'

As they crept off, a clatter from ahead rattled the dark.

'Stay here,' hissed Johnny, and before Ethan could say anything, he had slipped away into the darkness.

But Ethan didn't like being left behind. And he'd never been good at waiting for something to happen. So he quickly followed- And nearly collided with Johnny coming back.

'I told you to stay.'

'I'm not a dog.'

Johnny looked at Ethan. 'I know Jake's p.i.s.sed you off, but going out looking for a fight isn't like going out on the pull. When you want a fight, you're almost guaranteed to get laid out!'

'I just don't like being messed about, that's all,' said Ethan. 'Is it Jake?'

Johnny nodded, his face grim. 'Him and two others I don't recognize. They're in the hangar.'

'What are they doing?'

'No idea,' said Johnny. 'But we're going to phone Sam.'

'How about calling the police while you're at it?'

Johnny shook his head. 'If we call the police and this is just Jake being a p.r.i.c.k, they'll do us for time wasting.'

Ethan watched as Johnny pulled out his phone, scrolled through the numbers and hit CALL CALL.

A 'Yes?' hissed into the air, and Johnny handed the phone to Ethan.

'Your gig, mate; you'd best tell him.'

Ethan took the phone and explained everything to Sam. Two minutes later he killed the phone and handed it back to Johnny with a nod. 'He's on his way.'

'No surprise there,' said Johnny. 'So what do you want to do now?'

'Well, we either hang about and wait for Sam,' said Ethan, 'or we get on and do something. Let's see if we can find out what Jake's actually up to.'

Just then they both saw a shadow stroll out of the hangar and into the moonlight to smoke a cigarette. They watched, unmoving, until the figure flicked the cigarette b.u.t.t away and turned back. The dying cigarette cast a faint red arc in the darkness.

Johnny nodded towards the hangar. 'Let's go.'

The hangar doors were large, sitting like sliding cat flaps in two even bigger doors for aircraft moving in and out of the hangar. Ethan and Johnny crept past the open doors and hid behind a large bin and a pile of discarded pallets. From there, they could see what was going on inside the hangar without being spotted themselves. They saw torches cutting the dark like light sabres and heard laughter echoing in the air.

Jake was with two other men. They were both large guys, taller than Ethan, and they were dressed in black, with long leather jackets that finished just above the knee. They looked to Ethan liked they'd popped along to Criminals 'R' Us to get dressed up before heading out. From this distance, the only difference between the two was that one had blond hair, the other black. They were busy pulling the parachutes out of their packs and shredding them with Stanley knives.

'They're messing with the rigs,' said Ethan.

'Yeah,' Johnny muttered. 'They're shredding everything. Harnesses, canopies all ruined. The b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.'

They heard Jake shout at the other two to hurry up.

Ethan could hardly bear to sit still and watch as more rigs were destroyed. At last he spoke. 'We need to keep them here until Sam arrives,' he said. 'I reckon he'll want to have a word or two with Jake.'

Johnny nodded. 'And your plan for that?'

'We lock them in,' said Ethan.

'Nice,' agreed Johnny, nodding appreciatively.

'And simple,' added Ethan.

CHAPTER 15

'It's easy...' Ethan had almost convinced himself. 'You take this side of the hangar; I'll sneak round the back and come up the other side. That'll give me a chance to check the back doors are locked so they can't escape.'

'Used to trapping criminals in the act, are you?' said Johnny.

'When you see me at the other hangar door,' continued Ethan, 'wait for my signal.'

'Ooh, a signal!' said Johnny. 'How James Bond!'

Ethan smiled. 'I'll raise my hand. You wave back to indicate you've seen me. Then we push the doors together fast! and shut them in. OK?'

'Just like that?' said Johnny.

'Just like that,' repeated Ethan. 'Ready?'

Johnny nodded.

With a deep breath, Ethan scooted along the side of the hangar. There were two doors at the back and one more on the other side. All were still securely padlocked. Soon he was round at the front of the hangar again. He heard Jake laugh. It was a sound that made him want to punch him hard.

He looked across the doorway. Johnny was just visible on the other side. Ethan raised his hand and Johnny waved back.

Shoulder hunched against the door, Ethan pushed it hard. His heart pounded as he drove it along, willing it shut with everything he had. It screeched loudly in the night as he heaved it across.

Inside, a shout went up: 'The doors are shutting!'

Ethan heard footfalls approaching, but that simply made him go at it even harder. He wasn't going to let Jake win. With a loud yell, he gave the door a final push and saw Johnny do the same.

Then, just inches from closing, something stopped the doors in their tracks.

's.h.i.t!' panted Johnny. 'They're on the other side!'

'Then shut up and keep pushing!' cried Ethan. 'Push!'

Ethan could feel someone shoving the door the other way. His feet were slipping, his muscles were hurting now, and he'd already split his knuckles on the door. But he heaved again. He was so close...

Suddenly he felt his door give way, heard Johnny yell, and saw him flung backwards hard onto the ground.

Jake's companions rushed through the gap and hurled themselves at Johnny.

Ethan abandoned the door and ran to help his friend, but Johnny was already on his feet and ready for them.

The one with the blond hair reached him first, but Johnny dodged to the left, crashing his elbow into the side of the man's head as he moved. Mr Blond stumbled and fell head-first into a wall. Johnny immediately whipped round as the other, dark-haired man came at him. This time, he stepped right and used his left leg to sweep Mr Black's legs from under him. The guy landed hard and face-first on the ground. Ethan winced.

Johnny turned to Ethan. 'Get out of here! Now!'

Ethan shook his head and ran towards Johnny, keeping a careful watch on the two men, who were now pulling themselves to their feet. He was ready to pile in, despite the size of Mr Blond and Mr Black. Johnny was a mate, and to Ethan, that mattered more than anything.

'I mean it,' said Johnny. 'Sam'll be here in a minute. I can handle this!'

'Two against one?' said Ethan, guessing Jake was leaving the rough stuff to these two gorillas. 'No chance!'