Deep in the jungle, Sarah lay beaten and bleeding on the soft ground just outside one of the tents. She could feel the cold, damp ground through her clothes, and her wounds still ached. There was no escape. They had discovered her. She was cornered like a bird in a cage. Forty miles away Sky, Atkins and the Professor had been dangling from a tree on the side of a cliff face when the gunship arrived. They'd dropped into the roaring river below, not...