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“Later, Reggie,” Joshua said, trying to push his way past the man.
 

Reggie didn’t budge. “Listen. We’ve got some questions for you, before you —“

“He’s my brother.”
 

All eyes, including Rhett’s, snapped up to Joshua. Reggie took a step back, clearly confused. Ben was frowning. Joshua waited, trying to let the tension dissipate a bit from the situation, but the knowledge of the soldiers,
his
soldiers, somewhere directly behind them gave him a sense of urgency.
 

“We don’t have time, like I said. We need to move, get to the city.”
 

“Why are you here?” Reggie asked.
 

Joshua nodded. “Right, I apologize. I was — obviously — with the other group. We tracked you, trying to locate and acquire Dr. Meron and her research. Anything that might lead us to the city of El Dorado.”
 

Reggie stared on, his face expressionless, while Joshua continued.
 

“I work for a company that is interested in acquiring whatever it is that’s hidden in the city.” He glanced over at Harvey Bennett, to make sure he was paying attention. “They think Dr. Meron’s research and the city might be connected somehow, considering the speed and secrecy you all left with.”
 

Ben stepped closer to Joshua. “What can you tell us about this company? And what made you change your mind and suddenly want to help us out?”
 

Joshua caught the sarcasm in the man’s question, but he ignored it. “I’m telling you the truth, Ben. The company I work for will do
anything
to achieve their goals, including killing anyone —
anyone
— who gets in their way.”
 

“We figured that out.”
 

“Right. Well I think I became one of those people.”
 

Reggie’s face hadn’t changed, but he finally spoke. “And this kid here’s your brother?”
 

Joshua nodded. “My father works for the company, and he apparently sent me out here to find you all. I was just following his orders, but now I’m starting to doubt they even came from him.”
 

“Why’s that?”
 

“Because he never would have allowed
him
out here. He’s untrained, untested, and you can’t trust —“

Rhett, his hands still tied, suddenly ran forward and dove headfirst into Reggie. Reggie stumbled but didn’t fall, but as he turned to fight off the attacker, Rhett pushed off of him and back onto higher ground.
 

Joshua reached for his own weapon, but Ben was advancing toward him. He considered his options, but his younger brother was already in motion.
 

Rhett looked as though he was in severe physical pain — and judging by the bruises and cuts on his face, Joshua assumed that was true. He had his arms outstretched, his hands the only part of his body not shaking.
 

Extending outward from one of his fists was Reggie’s pistol, pointed directly at Reggie’s head, only feet away from him.
 

“Okay,” Rhett said. “It’s time to get back to the others.”
 

Joshua was furious, but he couldn’t move. He knew Rhett would, without a doubt, shoot the man he was threatening. Any wrong movement or word would set him off.
 

“Rhett…” Joshua spoke calmly, hoping to ease his brother’s anger and get him talking.
 

“Save it,” Rhett said, blood and spittle flying out of his mouth. “You heard what I said. Now move!”
 

Ben was standing next to Joshua now, their shoulders nearly touching. Joshua kept his face straight forward but moved his eyes to better see the man standing next to him. He noticed that Ben didn’t have his weapon up.
 

It would only be a half second, but it might be enough…

“I’m only going to ask this one more time,” Rhett said, “and then your friend —“

Joshua, with a singular, fluid motion, pulled his own pistol upwards and toward Rhett. He had to carry his arm even higher than normal, as Rhett was standing on a section of ground a few feet higher than the rest of them, literally taking the higher ground as an advantage.
 

He felt, more than saw, Ben lifting his weapon up in reaction to his movement, but it was too late.
 

He fired twice, aiming for Rhett’s chest.
 

56

SHE’D STARTED RUNNING AS SOON as she saw Joshua’s gun raise. Aiming for Amanda, she realized that her trajectory would cross paths with another one — that of the bullets Joshua was now starting to fire.
 

Redirecting after the first two shots sounded, she found herself running toward Ben. He was standing safely out of the line of fire, but he too had his gun lifted, preparing to shoot.
 

“Ben! No!” she yelled, nearly tackling him as she collided with him near the water line.
 

Ben turned around as he was pushed sideways, a surprised look on his face. “Julie?”
 

“Don’t shoot him,” she said again, breathless. “He’s on our side.”
 

Ben looked from Joshua, to Julie, then toward Rhett. “H — how do you know?”
 

Rhett grunted, blood already pooling on his chest even as he stood, trembling, on the higher ground above them all. He tried to take a single step backwards but his foot never landed properly. He toppled, falling sideways and crumpling down to the ground. He coughed twice, blood spattering from his mouth and soiling the white, flat rocks that lay nearby.
 

Julie stared at the droplets of blood, her eyes transfixed.
What is happening?
She felt out of control, trying to rein in Ben while convincing him and the others of Joshua’s innocence, but then — for some reason — he’d shot his own brother.
 

“Julie?”

She looked up. Ben was staring at her, but he wasn’t alone. All of the group, besides the dying Rhett, were looking at her.
Waiting.
Ben and Reggie were both aiming pistols at Joshua’s head. Joshua had dropped his own weapons, including his rifle, onto the beach and was now standing with his arms high above his head. He looked completely calm, even relieved, as if his own mission was finally over.
 

“No — I…” she wasn’t sure what to say. “Don’t kill him. I believe him.”
 

No one spoke. Joshua’s eyes fell on Julie, and he gave her a slight nod.
 

“Julie, what did he tell you?” Reggie asked.
 

“He already explained it. His men are loyal to the company they work for more than they’re loyal to him. They’re here for a paycheck, but he thinks the company double-crossed him.”
 

“What company?” Ben asked.
 

“The company you’ve been searching for,” she said. “Drache Global. Or Dragonstone, or Drage Medisinsk. They’re all the same thing.”
 

“Or Draconis Industries,” Joshua said. They all looked at him. “It’s the
actual
name of the company I work for. All the others are subsidiaries. Related, but not necessarily the same. Some are pharmaceuticals, some are research, some are computers and electronics. But my company has an interest in all of them, enough to have bought them out completely.”
 

“They’re all different languages for ‘dragon,’” Archie said.
 

Joshua nodded. “It’s a ‘hidden in plain sight’ thing,” he said. “They think no one will suspect them, as most of their business is completely legitimate R&D.”
 

“But they’re a terrorist organization.”
 

“No, far from it,” he said. “They’re just not afraid of destroying anything that gets in their way. They have unbelievable power, and just about an unlimited pool of resources. What keeps them out of scrutiny is that they keep things in one hand hidden from the other. And many of the countries they operate in are eating out of one of those hands anyway.”
 

“What’s in it for you?” Reggie asked. “Why tell us all this? A day ago you were shooting at us.”
 

Joshua looked over at Amanda. She was leaning on Paulinho, who had his hand on his head, massaging his temples. “My team was ordered to bring Dr. Meron back, after finding the lost city of El Dorado and eliminating the rest of you. But I started to suspect that my father — the one I thought I was receiving communication from — was no longer in the picture, and that the Company had been using me. He never would have sent my brother out here.”
 

Julie shook her head. “But that’s what doesn’t make sense to me,” she said. “Why kill him? He’s your
brother
.”
 

Joshua clenched his teeth. “It had to be done. There was no way around it, and it was only a matter of time. He’s been a thorn in our side for years, and there’s no doubt he was the main reason the company was able to feed information to us about your location.”
 

“Wait, what?” Ben asked. He still held the pistol in his hand, but his grip faltered a bit. Julie saw the gun dip slightly. “How did they know where we were? And for how long?”
 

Joshua stepped forward, and Ben brought the gun up, gripping it tighter once more. “How did he get that wound?” Joshua asked. He pointed to his brother’s side.

“The knife wound?” Archie said. “He said you did that. Your team, at least. We found him in a house, and then he flew us to Manaus.”
 

Joshua frowned. “No, we had no idea he was out here until Julie mentioned it. I was able to check in with the Company up until we entered the jungle outside of Manaus, and they just filled me in on your general location.”
 

“Then how —“

“Give me a second,” Joshua said, interrupting. He bent down to his dead younger brother, ripped open his shirt, and peered down at the knife wound. It had begun to heal, but there was still a purplish-black area surrounding the wound itself.
 

Joshua reached for his own combat knife, pulling it out of its sheath on his leg. He held it up over the wound, and Julie looked away, repulsed. She tried to ignore the sounds of flesh being cut.
 

“Here,” he said, and Julie looked down again. Joshua’s hand was covered in blood, but in his fingers he held up a small cylindrical device.
 

“Is that a tracking device?” Ben asked.
 

Joshua nodded.
 

“Sick,” Reggie said. “Masochist.”
 

“You don’t know the half of it,” Joshua said. “The good news is we’re off the grid now.” He used the blade of his knife to rip open the device, pulled out its electronic innards, and threw the lot of it down and stomped on it with the heel of his boot. “The Company can’t find us out here,” he said.
 

“Maybe not,” Archie said, “but
they
can.” Julie turned to see what he was pointing at.
 

The mercenaries were standing just on the other side of the river, preparing to cross. She wondered why they hadn’t fired, then realized where they stood.
 

They have us pinned down. No need to waste ammunition. They can get closer, grab Dr. Meron, then pick us off one by one.

“Guys, we need to move,” she said. “We’re standing in front of a cliff. No way we’re getting up and over it before they’re here.”
 

But Julie felt a sense of dread wash over her as she realized how wrong she’d been. The mercenaries opened fire, the first rounds hitting the water just feet from them.
They’re not afraid to waste ammo,
she thought.
They want us all dead.

As soon as possible.
 

57

“RUN!” REGGIE YELLED, BUT THE command fell on deaf ears. All the others, including Amanda, were already diving into the trees at the edge of the river.

They were less than a hundred yards from the cliff face, and Reggie knew once they hit that, there were only three options for progressing forward: to the left, following alongside the cliff as it circled back through the valley, to the right, also following the cliff, or straight up.

The destination, according to their maps, had them scaling the cliff and continuing on in the same direction they had been traveling. But Reggie knew there was no possible way they could climb — without gear, of course — straight up the cliff and onto its top without the group of soldiers behind catching up and picking them off as they ascended.

That left two options: left or right. Neither got them closer to their target, but both were equally poor choices. In Reggie’s mind, that meant they were both equally good choices.
As long as we stay together
, he thought.

The mercenaries were still firing at them, even though his group was well into the cover of the trees and into the swampy section of land surrounding them. He assumed their ammunition stores were far higher than he had originally anticipated, and that they were hoping for a lucky shot or two to zing through the forest and hit one of them.

Joshua ran directly in front of Reggie, giving Reggie a visible reminder of the other topic he was still mulling over. Joshua had shot his own brother, at almost point-blank range, without batting an eye. It was a heroic gesture, when Reggie considered that Joshua might have done it in the interest of saving the rest of them, but Reggie knew there were always at least two sides to every story. In this particular story, Joshua seemed to have always carried some grievances against his brother, and he knew Joshua was telling the truth when it came to his distrust for his younger sibling. Still, Joshua didn’t even hesitate when Rhett sprang forward on the attack. He lifted his gun and fired — twice — into his own family member’s chest.

Reggie considered that if Joshua was anyone else, he might have justified the action by assuming the reaction was involuntary, just a natural desire to protect oneself and survive. However, Joshua seemed to be as well-trained as Reggie himself, meaning that his ability to think on his feet and make split-second decisions was one of the characteristics that had kept him alive in his line of work so far.