Chapter EightLying in the mud, Amy calculated her chances and they didn’t look good. She’d floated too close to a town and didn’t know if she’d survive getting back in the water to float further downstream.
The batteries in her night-vision gear were dying.
It was cold and the seals on her flightsuit were never meant to replace scuba gear. Shivers were shaking her badly, making it hard to think and to use her hands.
She managed to dig out the emergency satellite radio and send off a single squirt. Not knowing who was in the area, she didn’t dare do more.
The batteries in the NVGs died and she might as well be blind. She had more batteries somewhere. Or it seemed she should. In her vest? Thigh pouch? It was getting hard to concentrate. She pulled off her helmet and set it in the mud bes
