DropZone Part 8

His mum and Jo nodded and he pressed PLAY.

The screen showed Ethan in the plane, strapped to Sam. But as they watched the footage again, the flat shook to the sound of the front door slamming shut. Dad was home.

Ethan saw his mum's eyes close, her head fall forward a little. He moved to stop the DVD before his dad came into the lounge, but he was too late.

'What's this then? Playing happy families, are we?'

Ethan turned. His dad was leaning against the doorframe, finis.h.i.+ng off a can of lager. For a moment no one said a word. The only sound came from Ethan's tandem skydive on the TV.

'That your new boyfriend?' His dad was pointing at the TV with the can in his hand. 'Bit old for you, isn't he?'

Ethan said nothing. He wasn't going to let his dad ruin this. No way. So he went over to the TV, ejected the DVD and put it back in its case.

'I hope I haven't spoiled anything,' said his dad. 'Put it on, son. I want to see it.'

'It's finished,' said Ethan.

As he made to leave the room, his mum reached up and touched his hand. 'I'm really proud of you.'

Ethan smiled. 'Thanks, Mum,' he said, and headed for the door.

But his dad was blocking the doorway. 'Where are you going, son? Come on, let me watch it. Make me proud,' he said sarcastically.

'Get out of my way,' said Ethan, and heard his mum and Jo coming up behind him.

'Ethan,' said his mum. 'Don't...'

He stared at his dad. For a moment no one moved, then his dad stepped to one side, a fake smile slapped across his fat face. 'After you,' he said.

Ethan edged his way past, but as he did so, his dad s.n.a.t.c.hed the DVD from his hand.

He snapped round. 'Give that back.'

His dad looked at the DVD, then waved it in front of Ethan's face. 'I just want to watch it, son, that's all.'

'Don't call me that. Don't call me son,' said Ethan. He lunged for the DVD, and missed.

His dad laughed, then held the DVD out. 'Go on, then,' he said. 'Take it.'

Ethan reached for the DVD and his dad threw it down the hall. It clattered into the front door.

Ethan turned in fury. 'You b.a.s.t.a.r.d...'

But his mum immediately stepped between them, pus.h.i.+ng Ethan away. 'Don't,' she said. 'Please, Ethan, don't let him spoil it.'

'Yeah, listen to Mummy,' said his dad, and laughed.

Ethan moved towards his father, but his mum resisted and he thought better of it. Instead, he went to pick up the DVD. It seemed fine. He turned round to see his dad still sneering at him, but his mum was smiling. And so was Jo. And that was enough.

The day after the tandem jump Ethan was helping out in the shop at FreeFall. The buzz was still ripping through him.

Johnny had come in to buy a magazine; he was staring across the counter at Ethan.

'What?' said Ethan.

'Think you've got it bad, mate,' said Johnny.

'Got what?'

'The addiction. Some people jump once and that's enough for them been there, done that, got the T-s.h.i.+rt. But others you you, for example...'

'What about me?'

'You want up again, don't you?'

Ethan nodded.

'Can't think of anything else, can you?'

Ethan shook his head.

'Like I said,' Johnny sighed. 'You're addicted, Eth.' And with that, he turned to leave.

Ethan called him back as some of the other regular skydivers came to look around the shop.

'I've been thinking,' he said. 'What do I do next you know if I want to get into this? At least if I know what it'll cost, I'll have something to aim for.'

'The AFF,' said Johnny. 'Accelerated Freefall. It's the course we all did: Kat, Natalya, Luke. Even Jake.'

'Sounds cool,' said Ethan.

'Oh, it's cool all right,' said Johnny. 'Zero to hero in a week.'

'A week? No way.'

'That's why it's called accelerated,' said Johnny. 'If the weather's good, in one week you're jumping solo. There's lots of one-on-one tuition. It's pretty intense. Loads to learn. No time to think. h.e.l.l of a rush.'

Ethan remembered hearing a few people talking about the AFF, but he'd never taken a booking for it. 'Why don't more people do it?'

'Because it costs about fifteen hundred quid,' said Johnny. 'And that's a lot of cash.'

Ethan ran the figure around in his mind. It didn't get any smaller. 'b.o.l.l.o.c.ks,' he said.

'Steep, isn't it?' said Johnny. 'Got anything tucked away?'

Ethan shook his head. 'You've seen where we live. We all chip in together. We're not exactly poor, but no way have we got that amount of cash just sitting in the bank...'

'What about the job?' asked Johnny. 'Could you save up?'

Ethan shook his head. 'It's a great job, but I'm hardly raking it in.' He attempted a smile. 'Hey, at least I managed to bag a free tandem. I mean, how many people can say that, eh? And a couple of weeks ago I'd never have thought I'd be able to do something like that.'

'There's nothing stopping you doing another tandem,' said Johnny. 'Or you could do a static line jump.'

'I guess,' said Ethan. He knew about static line jumps, but he wasn't really interested. Jumping from a plane and having the canopy open automatically just didn't seem to have the same buzz about it as skydiving. And you didn't get the freefall rush either. It was just a jump from the plane and then a glide down. That was it.

Ethan tried not to think about how much he wanted to do the AFF and how much he couldn't afford it. He smiled at Johnny. 'Anyway, thanks for the DVD. Couldn't stop watching it last night. The soundtrack sucked though.'

'We use the same one for all the DVDs,' said Johnny. 'Even the training one. Can't beat a nice bit of eighties metal!'

Ethan turned and saw Sam's head round the door; he was looking at Johnny. 'Got a minute? I've a little job for you. Right up your street, I think.' Then he glanced at Ethan. 'And, Ethan make sure you're in early tomorrow. Seven thirty, OK?'

'Yeah, no worries,' said Ethan, and Johnny followed Sam out of the shop.

Ethan thought again about the AFF and felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. The tandem had been amazing, had totally blown his mind. He didn't want to just do that again; he wanted to skydive properly, do what Johnny did. But fifteen hundred quid? No chance, he thought. No chance at all. He spent the rest of the day trying not to think about skydiving.

For him, it was just impossible.

The next day Ethan arrived at FreeFall dead on seven thirty, skidding to a halt beside the cafe. To his surprise, Johnny was already there, sitting outside, shades on. He smiled, waved. Ethan returned the gesture.

'So,' he said, slipping into a chair in front of Johnny, 'what's this all about? Why are you here? Did Sam ask you to be in early too?'

Johnny just grinned and pushed his shades back. 'You still thinking about that skydive?'

Ethan nodded. 'Too right I am. Can hardly think of anything else. Bit of a p.i.s.ser about the AFF, though.' He still felt gutted.

'True,' said Johnny.

'I'll get over it,' said Ethan. 'I've been thinking I might do it next summer. You know, celebrate the end of school with it or something. If I keep working here and maybe take another job as well, I should be able to save up enough.'

Johnny nodded thoughtfully then leaned forward. 'Look,' he said. 'Here's the thing...'

'What thing?'

'It's all been taken care of.'

Ethan didn't understand. 'What do you mean? What are you on about? What's been taken care of?'

'You. The AFF. It's sorted.'

'Shut up,' said Ethan. 'And don't be a d.i.c.k.'

'I'm not being a d.i.c.k,' Johnny insisted. 'It's true. That's what Sam wanted to see me about yesterday. He wants me to help him put you through the AFF.'

Ethan opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Surely Johnny was just taking the p.i.s.s.

'Sam will be teaching you,' Johnny told him. 'He's the business, as you know. Doesn't miss a trick and doesn't let you jump unless he's confident you're not going to spin out and kill yourself.'

'You're not serious, are you?' said Ethan, but Johnny simply went on: 'I'll be doing the filming. I need the practice anyway. We'll be able to a.s.sess every single jump you do, show you what you're doing wrong, what you're doing right. And you'll have a nice little souvenir at the end, won't you? A little bit of Ethan Hollywood all of your own.'

At last words formed in Ethan's head. 'But... who?' he asked. 'Who's sorted it? This doesn't make sense...' And it didn't. He'd spent the whole of yesterday dealing with the fact that he wouldn't be able to do his AFF until next summer at the earliest, and now here was Johnny telling him he'd be doing it right away. It sounded nuts. sorted it? This doesn't make sense...' And it didn't. He'd spent the whole of yesterday dealing with the fact that he wouldn't be able to do his AFF until next summer at the earliest, and now here was Johnny telling him he'd be doing it right away. It sounded nuts.

A throaty growl interrupted his thoughts as Sam pulled up in his Defender and climbed out.

'Ethan. Johnny,' he said, striding over to them. 'Ready?'

'I sure am,' said Johnny, standing up. 'Ethan's still in shock, though, aren't you, mate?'

Ethan looked up at Sam and slowly got to his feet. 'How am I supposed to pay for this?' he asked. 'It's OK you helping me out by teaching and filming and stuff, but it's still going to cost, isn't it? And I just don't have the cash. I really don't. I mean, fifteen hundred quid... that's-'

'A lot of money, I know,' said Sam, cutting Ethan off. 'But hasn't Johnny told you? It's all sorted.'

Ethan nodded. 'Yeah, he said, but-'

'Then here's a little tip: shut up and accept it, right? I have ways of getting extra funding when I need it. That's all you need to know.'

'But I'll still have to pay it back,' said Ethan.

'No,' said Sam, 'you won't. That's what "sorted" means. I've also arranged cover for you this week so you don't have to worry about work. All you need to think about now is keeping your eyes and ears open, listening, learning and making sure you don't die. Got it?'

Ethan stood there for a moment, trying to take it all in. The tandem that had been pretty crazy. But now this! How on earth had Sam sorted out the costs? And why? It didn't make sense, but Ethan didn't want to ask any more questions in case Sam got annoyed and changed his mind. It started to sink in. He was going to learn to skydive... b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l!

Adrenaline raced through him. 'You're serious, aren't you?' he said, and as he looked up at Sam, he saw a flicker of a smile cross his face.

'I'm always serious,' said Sam. 'So sort your s.h.i.+t out and I'll see you and Johnny in the hangar in ten.'

He went over to the cafe door, unlocked it and disappeared inside.

Ethan turned to Johnny. 'I'm actually going to be learning to skydive? For real?'

Johnny nodded, and came to put his arm across Ethan's shoulders. 'Not just skydive,' he said, 'but skydive with the best with the best.'

'Sam?'

'No,' said Johnny. 'Me.'

CHAPTER 11

'The AFF course,' Sam began, 'takes you from beginner to category eight qualified skydiver in eight jumps.'

Ethan was sitting in the hangar, Johnny next to him. He was fully rigged up and hanging on Sam's every word. Outside, the day was clear; suns.h.i.+ne was streaming in through the windows. 'Eight jumps?' he said, thinking it hardly sounded enough.