“Don’t move,” Aubrey breathed, her breath so close to Rann’s ear it nearly caused him to lift his foot .
He whispered back, “I can feel the wire. Can you…”
“I said, don’t fuckin’ move.” Aubrey’s grimace barely let her words escape. “I can see the line of it straight back to, somewhere. It disappears beneath some thick-ass leaves and jungle shit.”
“Aubrey, go back down the hill.”
“No way, Rann. I planned this godforsaken excursion, and I’ll damn well won’t let your detour and this, this thing…”
Rann tried to turn his head but stopped when he felt the ancient snare wire slip down his instep. “Fuckin-a, Aubrey. There’s no way you can help this situation. We were warned. I… You know I hate taking the every-man’s path.”
The woman knelt and began to slide her hand, like tickling a snake, along the wire. She cleared the detritus with her left and squeaked when a six inch centipede skittered over her fingers. “I can tie both ends off. I know this camping knot. Tension is the…”
“Jeezus-cricket-Christ, Aubrey. Stop. The jungle is thick here. I’ll dive quick and be okay. But you have to stop and get the hell back.” Rann cautiously maneuvered his pack to one side of his body. “Give me your pack. I’ll sling it to the other side. Both should give me plenty of protection.”
“I think the mine is just under…”