I recalled the biggest, meanest, ugliest snapping turtles of my youth. I knew a kid who had a finger bitten off by one. Those vicious beasts had nothing on this monster, especially size and ugliness.
“Are you cold?” asked Ada.
“No, I’m just shaking.”
I stood shaking for nearly 45 minutes. I heard a loud scraping and realized Ada was sliding down the cliff. She disappeared into the trees in a blink.
“Czu.” It was Garland on the radio. “Get up here as quickly as you can. Take cover if you can’t.”
“What’s going on?”
The monster answered me. I thought it might be lighting at first, even though the sky was clear. White, fiery something was pouring out of the turtle’s mouth. The trees around the bay were alight. Steam rose up in a cloud. Things started exploding.
I ran. I tried to keep my light steady. The trail that pleasantly stair-stepped down the mountain by day pushed up rocks and roots to catch my feet at night.
I heard rain. Hail started to fall around me. It wasn’t hail; it was rocks. I left the zigzag trail and ran straight uphill as hard as I could. Not as hard as what stuck my head.
I was in a daze on the ground. Gravel was falling around me along with stones as big as my fist. Someone picked me up and carried me fireman-style. It was a short, very fast fireman in scorched and shredded clothes.
**
I woke in a hospital. Ada was standing by my bed. It was three Adas in matching green, floral sundresses. Three nurses came in, identical triplets, and checked something on my arm. They were three young guys who chatted up the Adas in some buzzing language. She politely responded in what might have been Latin or Zulu. It was too much for me. I took a nap.
My next visitor was Ron Keaton. “Hi, Czu. Glad to see you’re okay. You actually look better than usual.”
“Funny,” I said. “Ada? Garland? O’Shaw?”
“Ada is fine. It had to be decontaminated because of the radiation, but nothing that would hurt it. The researchers were farther away and ready to take cover. They didn’t share your St. George complex. O’Shaw is gone. Ada tried to save him, but was too late. She rescued you. There is nothing but ash and salt at O’Shaw bay.”
He went on to tell me why he was there besides friendliness. It was something fancy and legal. He said he made sure I got paid anyway. In addition, something called the Ada Experiment Fund of the Watanabe Foundation would be paying my hospital bills. That made me fell better than any of the treatments the doctors were giving me.
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