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struggled to his feet and walked into the hut.

A large radio set rested on a wooden table next to the Window. The static
emerged from a set of headphones lying beside the radio. A single chair stood in
front of the table.

Mason sat at the table and studied the radio. The controls were simple, though
unmarked -- ancient round analog knobs and dials. He found the volume, turned it
down, put the headset over his ears, then slowly brought the volume back up.
Nothing but static. He moved a hand to the tuning dial and turned it.

Music faded in, faint, then faded out immediately. Mason fiddled with the dial,
trying to bring in the station. He caught it for a few moments -- a Latin beat,
guitars and mandolins and percussion, a hint of a voice singing in Spanish.
Something vaguely familiar about it, for a moment he almost thought he
understood the Spanish words. Something about flowers? Then it dissolved into a
squealing burst of static. Mason tried to tune it back in, but couldn't find it
again. He continued up the frequencies.

He found nothing else except a few tiny gaps of real silence amidst the static.
He switched bands, though he had no idea which bands he was switching to or
from.

A voice. Crackle of static, then another voice. He feathered the dial, turned up
the volume. He was picking up a conversation, two people radioing to each other.
Then it came through loud and clear.

"...your position now?"

"Hell, I don't know. We're in the middle of a goddamn swamp. Hold on a minute."
Static. "Dingo says we're in Foxtrot Abel, four-oh-three dash three niner."

"Fine, just fine, Torelli. You're headed right for him."

A flutter went through Mason's stomach, rose to push against his heart. He knew,
somehow, that they were trying to find him. Whoever they were.

"Roger that and out, Sorcerer."

The static returned. Mason took a stone and scratched a mark on the frequency
display. He would have to keep track of their progress. And when they closed in
on him, then what?

He had no idea.



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