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“…And, as his strength
   

  
Failed him at length,

He met a pilgrim shadow—
   

  
‘Shadow,’ said he,
   

  
‘Where can it be—

This land of Eldorado?’…”

 
— Edgar Allan Poe

46

THE ROPES BINDING JULIE’S WRISTS were starting to cut her. She’d struggled against them for an hour as they walked, but the thick cords of climbing rope didn’t budge. Amanda walked by her side, her hands bound as well. She looked disheveled, her ponytail long since disbanded and her short, blond strands of sweat-soaked hair sticking to her forehead and around her ears. She was sobbing gently, only her slight sniffing giving her away.

Julie wanted to reach over and put her arm around her, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to provide any consolation. She felt as bad as Amanda, and only out of sheer terror was she able to refrain from breaking down into tears as well.
 

The mercenaries had taken Amanda first, back in the clearing during the fight. Julie had followed Ben into the jungle and waited, shocked, as Ben took out his anger on Rhett. The kid had been a devious backstabber, but Julie was still surprised at Ben’s reaction. She’d meant to stop him, to walk over and grab his outstretched hand before he could strike again, but the mercenary grabbed her and stuffed his large, sweaty hand over her mouth.
 

She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t even bite the man. He’d worked his other arm behind her elbows, effectively locking her in place in front of him as he quietly stepped backwards and into the thicker part of the jungle. Within seconds they were completely hidden from view.
 

Julie remembered the feeling well — it was an emotion of utter desperation, one she had never felt so strongly in her life. She watched as Ben disappeared, still beating Rhett. She could hardly breathe, either from the man’s hand blocking her mouth and nose or from her own hyperventilating.
 

When the mercenary felt satisfied with their distance from Ben, he lifted her completely off the ground, swung her around, then set her down and pushed her through the remaining thicket and out into the open atrium. The ruins of the small hospital complex were still smoking to her left, but they didn’t stop there. The man behind her pushed her all the way through the clearing, lifting her off the ground once more as he hustled to the opposite side of the atrium. When they reached the trees he pushed her another ten steps and into a smaller clearing.
 

She found herself in the middle of a group of men, all dressed in similar black shirts and pants, and all wielding assault rifles.
 

They bound her wrists, saying nothing to her, and blocked her mouth with a thick, moist bandana. She gagged, trying to breathe through the piece of fabric, but gave up and decided to force her breathing through her nose instead. After they’d finished with her, another rope was looped around her bound wrists and tied to a carabiner, which the man who’d taken her had clipped to his belt.
 

I’m on a leash,
she thought.

Only then did she see Amanda, staring at her with huge, terrified eyes, also bound and gagged. She was clipped to another soldier, and without a word to either of them the soldiers started walking.
 

They had been walking for over an hour, the daylight of the morning trickling through the jungle canopy, when they finally stopped.
 

Julie was exhausted, but she didn’t sit down. The man at the head of the line of soldiers turned and spoke to the two men directly behind them, and they broke off in a jog and ran ahead. The rest of the men spread out around the girls, forming a wall of mercenaries around Julie and Amanda. Julie counted ten men, not including the leader and the two that had run off.
 

Thirteen in all,
she thought.
They
far
outnumber our group
.
 

Somewhere along the way Julie had accepted the reality that Ben would try, somehow, to come rescue her.
 

She knew he loved her, and she knew he’d do nearly anything for her, but she also knew that he wouldn’t let these men walk away without answering for their crimes. Ben would stop at nothing to get her back, but he would also do it just out of principle.
 

It was why she loved him, and it was why she thought it was going to kill him one day.
 

Back at Yellowstone, mere months ago, Ben had displayed an uncanny amount of resolve that left her stunned and speechless. After it was over, she wasn’t sure whether she should be praising his courage or berating his stupidity. He’d shrugged it off, and they never spoke of it again. Reporters and journalists lost interest when they realized they weren’t going to find the next reality TV star in Ben.
 

The man in the front of the line, their leader, came and stood in front of Amanda.
 

“It’s great to finally meet you,” he said. His voice was calm, low, and held no outward emotion. Julie listened, trying to memorize every aspect of his speech. It seemed oddly familiar, though she knew she’d never met the man before.
 

Amanda was visibly shaking, and her eyes were welling up once again.
 

“It’s okay, Dr. Meron,” the man said. He smiled, his crisp features softening. Julie almost believed him.

He gently reached behind Amanda’s head and untied the gag from her mouth. “If you feel like you need to scream, that’s fine. We are far enough away that your group will not be able to hear you.”
 

He waited, as if testing her. Amanda shook, then hung her head. She didn’t respond.
 

“That’s perfect. That attitude is going to keep you alive, Dr. Meron.”
 

The man tossed the bandana to the ground, then walked over to Julie. She clenched her jaw, swallowing back the fear that had snuck up her throat, but she stared directly into the man’s eyes. He was young, possibly the same age as her, and he seemed completely at ease in the jungle. His hair seemed to float, combed and resting perfectly on his head, and he was clean-shaven.
 

He didn’t match the soldiers in appearance. The one who’d ripped her from behind Ben’s back was bearded, covered in dirt and sweat stains, and had a wild look in his eye. The other men had common characteristics, but she could see that there was an Asian man, three black men, and others she couldn’t exactly place. The man in front of her studied her.
 

“You and your boyfriend have caused my team a lot of grief,” the man said. Julie continued to breathe out of her nose, waiting for the man to remove her gag. “My name is Joshua Jefferson. I am here on orders from my father and his company to retrieve Dr. Meron, acquire whatever it is you all are searching for, and neutralize any
extraneous variables.
”

He waited, as if anticipating a response from her, but she was still gagged. Finally, after nearly a minute of his scrutiny, he reached behind her head and untied the bandana. Julie spat it out, and looked back up at him. His hand lingered, resting just above her neck, and she tried to push away.
 

Instead, he pulled her closer. She could feel his breath, somehow cooler than the surrounding rainforest air. “Juliette,” he said, nearly whispering, “that means I am going to have to kill your friends. You know that, so there’s no sense dancing around the subject.”
 

She felt his grip tighten, his hand squeezing her just beneath her ears. She wanted to scream, but the air wouldn’t escape her lungs.
 

“I am a very reasonable man,” he continued. “But I am
thorough
. I have a commitment to my men, who are growing restless. We can expedite this little project quite a bit if you and Dr. Meron cooperate.”
 

She wanted to respond, to yell and spit in his face, but she felt weak. He was mesmerizing, somehow removing from her all ability to move or react.
 

“Juliette, where is the location of the city?”
 

She breathed, gulping in a burst of air.
 

“The city of El Dorado. Where is it?”
 

He tightened his grip on her neck. “I — don’t know,” she said. “Honestly. We —“

“We know you don’t know
exactly
,” he said. “That much is abundantly clear. Let me clarify: what is your destination? The final point you are trying to reach?”
 

Julie was silent.

“Juliette,” he said. “You understand what’s about to happen if you don’t answer my question, don’t you?”
 

He waited for her to respond. She nodded.
 

“Good. Dr. Meron seems to be very interested in working with me and my team.” He glanced over at Amanda, and Julie could see that Amanda’s head was still bowed, unmoving. “Do yourself a favor and be the one who decides to contribute to this mission. You and I both know we need Dr. Meron, so she is safe for now.”

Julie couldn’t help but consider what he had said.
Why am I still alive
? She wondered.
What is he going to use me for
? He would need Amanda to help explain whatever they’re going to find in the city, if they find it. But her? What good could Julie do?

“Juliette,” the man said. She realized she was looking off into the distance, and her eyes snapped back toward Joshua. “I have another question for you; maybe you can answer this one first.”

She waited, feeling the man’s fingers play at the hair on the back of her neck. It made her shudder.

“Your boyfriend — Harvey? What is
he
looking for?”

Julie frowned, then saw Amanda whip her head around and stare at both of them.

Joshua Jefferson laughed. “You don’t think I believe he is out here, in the middle of the rainforest, looking for an ancient city of gold, do you?”

Julie flicked her eyes back and forth, not sure where he was taking this line of questioning. She hesitated, waiting for him to speak again.

“It’s a simple question, Juliette,” he said. “What is he looking for?”

Julie tried to find a way out, a way to dodge the question. But she felt bound, like her wrists. Tied up with this man in the center of the jungle, coerced into giving him what he wanted.

Suddenly she realized the answer to the previous riddle.
Why am I still alive
?
Why didn’t the team of mercenaries just kill me in the atrium
? As she fumbled around in her mind for a good answer to the man’s last question, the answer to her previous questions fell out of some subconscious space deep within her.

He wants Ben
.
I’m his bargaining chip
.

She knew immediately that this man would not kill her. At least not before he had Ben.

“Drache Global,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. The words came out before she even realized she was going to tell him. But her moment of clarity provided her with another answer: this man already knew what Ben was looking for in the jungle, and he knew it was not a lost city. Ben was no more interested in ancient myths and mysteries then these men. They all wanted something else, something more. Joshua’s team was trying to secure whatever Amanda’s research was pointing them toward; the fact that it might exist inside an ancient, long-lost city, was just a bonus.

Ben didn’t care what was in the city, or where it was located, or what they might find when they got there. He was interested only because Julie was interested, but the city was a simple stopping point along his larger journey: he wanted to find the company.

Joshua smirked. “I haven’t heard it called that in quite some time,” he said.

Julie frowned.
 

“Yes, that’s one of its names,” Joshua said. “Drache Global is a pharmaceutical company, and operates as the main research and development branch for the rest of the organization.”
 

“Dragonstone? Or Drage Medisinsk?”
 

Joshua took a step back. He looked up at Julie, and she could see him studying her. Analyzing her. “Again, those are branches from the main trunk of the organization. But I can see you’ve done your research. How did you hear those names?”

Julie knew she should not underestimate the man, but she wanted to keep him talking as long as possible, to buy herself time. “Ben heard them, a few months ago, when your organization tried to poison the entire country.”

Joshua cocked his head sideways a bit, but Julie couldn’t tell if he was frowning or still studying her. He didn’t react at first, and she wondered if he had even heard her.

“Why did they do it, Joshua? Why go through all that trouble? To teach us all a lesson?”

Finally, Joshua shook his head. “I advised them against that course of action,” he said. “But they kept saying it wasn’t about the virus, and it wasn’t about the bombs. Everyone is always so singularly focused on what’s directly in front of them that they can’t see what’s behind them. Or what’s standing right next to them.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about misdirection, Juliette. When one hand is holding something that is captivating the attention of the entire nation, the other hand is doing something behind its back.”

“I’ve heard that excuse before,” Julie said. “Even if it made sense, it’s not the truth. What is the truth?”

Something in the way Julie said the words set Joshua off. He rushed forward, his face again inches from hers. She thought she could see the gentle fading of red disappearing just beneath his skin. Whatever rage he had felt in that moment was gone a second later.

“The truth is exactly what I’m trying to understand,” Joshua said. “They’ve been hiding things from me as well. My own father has been hiding things from me. It’s how they operate; how they’ve always done business. Pay what you need to the people you need, but only give them enough information to get the job done. I’ve seen so many of my own men discarded and tossed aside by the Company.”