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“And you said you’d never let another girl get close to you,” Landon retorted.
“Raine’s different.” I turned a little away from him, wanting to shut the conversation down, but Landon wasn’t having any of that.
“You’re different around her,” he said. “Not like you were with Jillian. I’ve never seen you quite like this.”
I looked back at his face.
“Is that a good thing?”
“Not sure yet,” Landon replied. “Are you going to let it interfere with your focus?”
“She is my focus.”
“Then that could be a problem.”
“No,” I said, “it won’t. In fact, it’s the reason I’m going to win.”
Six in the morning.
I’d been up and dressed in my gear for an hour, trying to keep myself close enough to the door not to overheat and start sweating. The only thing worse than the cold in this environment was being wet; the combination was deadly. I had four layers of warmth on my body, including the Kevlar vest and a double layer of gloves and mittens for my hands. A canteen of water was looped to my side. The many pockets in my parka held everything I needed—macadamia nuts, pats of butter, tubes of food that could be easily ripped oven without removing my hand coverings, and three long pieces of piano wire—my only weapons.
Inside my left breast pocket was the picture Alex drew of the three of us.
The other contestants milled around in the same area, eyeing each other. Erik Dytalov and Tyrone Chimes looked nervously at me as they met my stare. Hunter and Reaper stood at opposite ends of the doorway, glaring at one another.
Arden stood quietly and stoically with his eyes focused on the airfield. The long sniper rifle responsible for his infamy was strapped across his back, and a shorter assault rifle rested between his arm and body. He was the epitome of calm.
Outside, six helicopters rested on the runway near the planes. Landon was talking to the pilot who would take me from Resolute to Buckingham Island, but the wind was too loud for me to overhear anything he was saying. After a few minutes, he waved me over, and I joined him next to the aircraft.
“You set?” he asked.
“Ready,” I said. “Anything change since last night?”
“No—all’s clear.”
“Good.”
The helicopter’s engines roared, and the blades began to spin. Landon adjusted the camera attached to the goggles across my eyes and made sure it was transmitting properly. Once he was satisfied with it, he shook my hand as he leaned close to me.
“This is it,” he said. “Now you go fuck those guys up.”
I nodded and turned away without another word. The wind was burning my cheeks, and I pulled the loose-fitting mask around my face as I climbed aboard the helicopter.
We rose into the air and above the ice floes.
The scene would probably have been considered beautiful under other circumstances. Even though it was insanely cold, the sky was clear and the sun was peering out over the horizon. Everything below us was white, grey, and a thousand shades of blue.
The helicopter veered to one side and began to descend close to the ice floes near the bottom of the mountain. Chunks of ice floated in the open water near the island’s edge, and the wind blew snow into the air all around us as we neared the surface.
“Ready?” the pilot called out over the noise. “I can’t actually set down here, so you’re going to have to jump!”
“Got it!” I called back.
The helicopter descended, and I held onto the bar near the open door. As the pilot maneuvered the aircraft close to the ground and hovered, he gave me a thumbs up sign, and I jumped to the white surface below.
It was only about six feet to the ground, and I tucked and rolled easily against the icy surface. It was somewhat jarring, but I at least managed to get back on my feet without injuring myself. I checked my compass, looked out over the rocky ground leading up to Mount Windsor, the only real landmark on the island, and took off at a quick pace.
Game on.
