Atlantis: Devil's Sea (29 page)

“And you didn’t think to inform me?” Cassius asked.

“Would it have made a difference?” she asked in turn. “They are halted for the night. And they are not anxious to engage you immediately. They want to outnumber you at least two to one, and it will take a day or so for that strength to gather from the villages farther away. They think you are the vanguard for a larger Roman force to bring this land into the empire.”

“You’re reading their minds at a distance?” Cassius asked.

“No. It is common sense.”

“I agree,” Falco said. “We have at least a day.”

“They’ll fight us, but not that.” Falco nodded his head in the direction of the gate. “It would seem they do not know their real enemy.”

“They fear the darkness,” Kaia said. “They think it comes from the gods. Maybe they think by killing us they will appease the gods who they believe started the darkness.”
“I fear it also,” Cassius said. “And we don’t know what kind of enemy it is, nor do the local people, I suspect. It is easier to fight what you know than the unknown.”

“
Can
we fight it?” Falco had turned to Kaia.

“I do not know,” she replied.

“We best get some rest,” Cassius said. “We’ll need it in the morning.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

T
HE
P
RESENT

Ariana woke to a gentle tap on her shoulder. In the darkened cabin of the Air Force C-130 cargo plane, Miles was leaning over her. “We’re approaching McMurdo Station,” he said.

It had been a long flight to New Zealand in the Learjet with several refueling stops along the way. They’d even been forced to switch out the crew to get fresh pilots halfway to their goal. Once in New Zealand, they had switched over to the Air Force cargo plane that Foreman had arranged to transport them south.

Miles was sliding up the covers on the small portals, letting bright sunlight in. Ariana pulled her seat upright and peered out. White-capped ocean was below as far as she could see. She spotted a large iceberg, at least three miles long and half that in width. She knew that recently there had been several major bergs spawned off the Ross Ice Shelf, along the edge of which lay McMurdo Station, the largest settlement in Antarctica.

Ariana went forward, opening the door to the cockpit. Directly ahead loomed Mount Erebus, towering over both the Ross Ice Shelf and McMurdo Station. A steam plume came off the summit into the cold, clear Antarctic sky. She knew the mountain was named after one of the ships in James Ross’s expedition that discovered the volcano in 1841.

“We’re on approach to McMurdo,” the pilot informed her. “We’ll be landing in ten minutes.” The C-130 was equipped with skis bolted on over the wheels, allowing it to land on the forbidding terrain below them.

Ariana nodded and went back to the cargo bay. She sat down at the laptop that had a satellite link and accessed the web. She brought up the latest report from MEVO, Mount Erebus Volcano Observatory. MEVO was a joint venture run by both the New Mexico Institute of Mining and Technology and Victoria University in Wellington, New Zealand. It continuously monitored the volcano using geophones, gas emission detectors, and seismic recorders. During the short period of relatively mild weather, geologists made the dangerous climb up the mountain’s slopes and checked out the crater, in which a convicting lava lake was constantly brewing.

“Better buckle up,” Miles advised as the plane abruptly banked.

Ariana leaned back against the red cargo webbing that lined the wall of the plane and made up the seats. She could feel the air pressure shift in her ears, and then the plane touched down, bounced, and began sliding.

Twisting in the seat, she could see outside. A tractor with a red flag flying from a pole flashed by as the plane gradually slowed. The pilots turned the craft and headed toward the tractor.

“You can go back with the plane,” she told Miles.

The security man smiled. “I don’t think your father would approve. Besides, I like seeing a job through to the end.”

“I don’t know what the end is going to be,” Ariana said.

“That’s what makes this interesting,” Miles said. He tossed a parka, over pants, and gloves at her. “Better put these on. It’s going to get very cold very quickly,” he added as the crew chief hit a lever and the back ramp of the plane began opening. She stepped into the over pants and pulled the suspenders up over her shoulders. Freezing air swirled in, and Ariana zipped up the parka. The tractor appeared behind the ramp, and men scrambled on board, off-loading supplies on a large sled that was hooked to the tractor. Two more vehicles with large, enclosed cabs were behind the tractor, approaching the plane.

One man in a red parka came forward to Ariana.

“Dr. Michelet?” he asked, pulling back his hood and revealing a completely bald, black head.

“Yes.” Ariana stood.

“I’m Professor Jordon. I’m the ranking person here with MEVO.”

“How’s the volcano?” Ariana asked.

‘Bad,” Jordan said succinctly. “More active than any time since we began recording. We estimate it’ll go in seventy-two hours, but this is a rather inexact science. Add in the fact that this is being propagated by a foreign source…” He shrugged.

They walked onto the ramp and looked to the east where Mount Erebus dominated the horizon, over twelve thousand feet high. The plume of smoke seemed even thicker than just a few moments ago, when she’d seen it from the air.

Jordan jerked a thumb over his shoulder as the doors to the cabs on the two trail vehicles opened and people began pulling out, carrying luggage. “First-stage evacuation of nonessential personnel. There are supposed to be two more planes en route to take the rest of us.” He gestured toward the tractor. “Come on.”

Ariana and Miles followed him. The cold was biting, hurting the little skin Ariana had exposed.

“It’s actually a nice day,” Jordan said as they climbed into the cab of the tractor, the three of them a tight fit. “We’re very lucky this is happening during summer. A plane wouldn’t be able to get in during winter, although we would have less people at the base. God knows what we’d do then other than bend over and kiss ourselves good-bye.” He threw the tractor in gear, and with a lurch, it began moving, pulling the loaded sled.

“Why the supplies if everyone is leaving?” Ariana asked.

“Just in case,” Jordan said. “If the base isn’t destroyed we want to be able to get back in business quickly. Can’t afford to waste a flight.”

He glanced at the volcano. “I’ve lived in the shadow of that thing for five years. Did you know Erebus was named after one of Ross’s ships? But the interesting thing is that the ship was named after a figure in Greek mythology, one who ferried the souls of the dead over the River Styx in Hades. Seems kind of appropriate now.”

Ariana could see the cluster of buildings ahead that made up McMurdo.

“Are you here to observe?” Jordan asked. “We’re going to circle in the last plane at a safe distance, or at least what we hope is a safe distance.”

“No,” Ariana said. “We can’t let it blow. If it does, it will start a chain reaction up through the entire Ring of Fire.”

“Then what are you here for?” Jordan glanced over at her, confused.

“To stop it from erupting.”

*****

The interior of the Crab was pitch-black, and Loomis’s voice echoed off the metal. “We’ve no power at all.”

That had been obvious to Dane as soon as the lights went out and the engine died. “Rachel’s in front of us,” he said. He let go of the dead controls.

“How do you know?” Loomis asked.

Dane didn’t bother to answer. He had his eyes closed, focusing on the dolphin’s aura. “The surface is just above us.”

“I can drop ballast,” Loomis said. “But do we want to surface if we have no power? The thirty-millimeter chain gun won’t even work. It needs electricity to cycle the rounds into the chamber.

Dane sensed that Rachel wasn’t scared, but she was uneasy.
Surface
, he thought, projecting it at the dolphin. He squeezed his eyes tighter shut, focusing everything on Rachel. Light. Very dim, but there was light above. She gave a thrust of her powerful fin and went up, her nose punching up through the flat surface.

Dane could see inside his head what Rachel was seeing. Dark water, perfectly smooth. There was some light, but it was secondary, reflected, the source not visible in the haze that made visibility poor. Rachel slowly did a circle, adjusting her position with slight movement. There was a shore about three-quarters of a mile away, just barely visible through the haze. Rachel ducked back underwater and swam toward the Crab.

“There’s land,” Dane reported.

“What kind of land?”

“Hard to tell,” Dane said. “It’s very hazy outside. I can’t see much. I can feel it’s different, though.”

“You can see what Rachel sees?” Ahana asked.

“Yes.”

“Interesting.”

“Different, how?” Loomis asked.

Dane ignored him and concentrated on sending another message to Rachel. Everyone except Dane was startled when there was a light thump at the back of the Crab.

“What’s that?” Loomis was half out of his seat.

“Rachel,” Dane said. “She’s giving us a push.”

With nothing from Rachel to see, Dane opened his eyes. The darkness inside the armored craft was complete. They didn’t even have battery power, which meant things were different inside the portal than just being inside the gate. He could pick up the moods of the other three people. Ahana, whose intellectual curiosity kept her fear at bay. The Russian, Shashenka, who had not said a word since they entered the portal, burned with anger and a desire for revenge for his brothers; and Loomis, who was the most scared of the three, hanging on only because of his sense of duty.

Rachel’s powerful tail, capable of lifting her three-hundred-pound body almost completely out of the water, was thrusting back and forth, with her forehead firmly planted against the rear of the Crab, just below the propellers and rudders. It was slow, but they were moving.

“I have a rather ignorant but important question,” Shashenka broke his long silence.

“What is it?” Loomis asked,

“How do we reopen the portal to get out with no power?” the Russian inquired.

The front of the Crab bumped into something, and they came to a halt, but no one moved right away as they considered the question.

“I will figure something out,” Ahana finally said. “We picked up power from the probes coming out of the portal, so there must be a way.”

“Very unspecific,” Shashenka said. He shrugged. “It does not matter to me, but this is a reconnaissance, and we must get information about whatever we find back so that a proper assault can be prepared.”

“We’ll get it back,” Dane said.

“How do you know?” Shashenka asked.

“Rachel can get us out to the portal,” Dane said. “If Nagoya is still transmitting, we should be able to get through, right?” he asked Ahana.

“I think so.”

“I suggest we take a look,” Dane pointed at the hatch.

“Are we sure the air is breathable?” Loomis asked.

Dane was getting tired of questions from the two military men. He hit the lever that unlocked the top hatch nest to the turret. It swung open on springs, and several drops of water fell in. He climbed up the ladder. The air was different, thicker, with an oily quality, just as he remembered it had been inside the Angkor gate in Cambodia.

He stuck his head up and took a look. They were grounded about five meters from the shoreline. The land was made up of a coarse, black material, and it rose to a dune about fifty meters inland, beyond, which he couldn’t see. Looking up, the view faded into the haze, but he had a strong feeling there was a top up there, as if they were in a very large enclosed space. He heard a splash and turned to look as Rachel swam behind the Crab.

He leaned back in. “I’m going ashore.”

“Someone should stay with the Crab,” Loomis said.

Dane had expected that. For a soldier, Loomis didn’t have much of a warrior’s edge. “Fine. You stay. Is
anyone
interested in doing what we came here to do?”

“I’m with you,” Ahana said.

Shashenka had an AK-47 in his hands. “I, too.”

Dane climbed onto the top deck of the Crab. He could feel the air on his skin, almost a slimy sensation. The water didn’t look very appealing, pitch-black and flat. Carefully, he edged down the slope until his feet touched the water, then he slid off the craft. He went under and kicked for a short time and in a second had something solid under his feet. Behind him, Ahana followed, while Shashenka held the AK to his shoulder, covering them.

Dane walked up onto the shore, the black material giving way slightly under his feet. It was like sand, but with larger granules. There was no indication of vegetation, and the haze still limited observation. He heard a splash and Ahana was swimming ashore. As soon as she was next to Dane, Shashenka followed, holding the AK out of the water above his head to keep it dry.

“Which way?” Shashenka asked.

Dane answered by walking inland, toward the crest of the black dune, Ahana and Shashenka following. His lungs labored for oxygen as he climbed.

Just short of the crest, he abruptly stopped.

“What is it?” Ahana asked as she came up next to him.

Dane pointed down. A set of footprints cut across their path, heading to the right.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

T
HE
P
AST

79 A.D.

Falco felt the aches of old wounds aggravated by sleeping on the cold, hard ground. He slid out from under the thin blanket and stood. It was still dark, about a half hour before dawn, the most dangerous time for an army in the field. He stretched his arms over his head, then slipped on his gladiator’s
lorica segmentata
, trying tight the laces that held the metal together in the front. He drew his sword, wiping down the metal with a cloth to make sure no moisture remained on the blade.

Putting his helmet on, he began to make a circuit of the camp along the interior of the hasty perimeter. He checked on the guards, making sure they were alert. Then he detailed a water party and made sure those in charge of breakfast were at work. By the time he made it back to the center, General Cassius and Kaia were also up, and the first hint of dawn was in the east.