The doctor nodded as they plunged through the dense underbrush, Diane hacking away at roots when needed.
"Do you have water? They wouldn't give me any."
Sara nodded. "But you'll have to wait until we get to the plane. We can't afford to stop. They'll wake up any minute."
"What did you give them?"
"I put ---- in their soup and coffee." Sara grinned over her shoulder.
As they raced through the darkness with only a flashlight illuminating the leaves and branches, the humidity clung to every pore. After almost an hour of skittering of animals as the woman passed and chattering of monkeys in the trees as their sleep was disturbed, they raced into the clearing. The pilot started the engine. Maggie climbed up into the helo and put her hand down to grab Dr Miguay. Sara helped push the doctor into the plane and hiked herself over the doorway. Diane and Lydia climbed in quickly and the pilot took off. Lydia shoved her water canteen into the doctor's hands.
As the plane circled the clearing rising higher into the air the women could see guards running from the prison toward their jeeps, heading down the road.
"They know where Che Guevarra is. They're going to kill him." Dr. Miguay cried out at the women. “You have to get a message to him. He must not die.”
***
Carly turned to Sara. "We don't save men - not our issue. We can't save everyone on the planet.
Sara rubbed her arms, trying to warm them from the January cold. It was a shock to the system after the Peru heat and humidity. “I know, but can you use your contacts to get word to him? Dr. Miguay gave us this name and how to pass a message on."
