All Sophia could focus on as they swam the Belize River was trying to stay conscious.
Lucia’s and Nasira’s pistols ended up clogged with mud, and their PEP rifles endured a great deal of splashing. It would be too dangerous to attempt firing either of them. They were defenseless, Sophia realized, as she emerged with her own pistol missing. She’d lost it in the river.
They followed Nasira up a slight incline, penetrated a line of thick jungle and found the ruins. Sophia spotted the Speedhawk resting on a temple roof. The roof was on top of a step pyramid located on the far side of the plaza.
There was movement behind them. Splashing. She heard the tearing of palm leaves as the Elohim reached the edge of the river and pushed through the jungle strip. That wasn’t the work of a knife. She r
