Beyond Hades: The Prometheus Wars (8 page)

"Good afternoon, Professor," said Captain Benedict cautiously.

The wild-haired man snapped upright, almost knocking the microscope over in his haste. "What are you?" he squawked.

"It's me," said Captain Benedict slowly, enunciating carefully. "Chuck Benedict."

The professor clicked his tongue. "I didn't ask
who
you were," he admonished. "I asked
what
you are."

Captain Benedict looked confused. "I'm a marine... a person."

The professor nodded. "Just as I suspected," he muttered, reversing the motion and shaking his head.

"What do you mean, Professor?" asked the captain.

"The dylotherean disposition of this viscous solution is obsolete," he muttered, waving his hand at the microscope. "I shall have to get another."

Captain Benedict glanced worriedly at Talbot. "Professor, this is Thomas's brother, Talbot. He's here to help us close the rift."

"Close the rift? Now why would we want to do that, you damn fool? We can live forever if we keep it open. Look at me. Not bad for fifty years old, eh? I'm half the age I was when we opened that wonderful artifact. It's the fountain of youth!"

"Yes Professor," agreed the captain, giving Talbot a look that told him to hold his tongue against the professor's irrational claims. "You're looking younger each day, but the beasts keep getting past our defenses. Soon they'll break through completely, and we'll all die."

"A small price to pay for youthfulness."

Captain Benedict prepared to argue the point further when the professor burst out laughing. "You should see the look on your face, Chuck," he chortled, smoothing his hair as he did. "You look just like the rest of them."

Confusion etched Captain Benedict's face. "What's going on?" he asked uncertainly.

"Those assholes," said the professor, motioning absently at the other labs. "They were harassing me so much I couldn't get anything done. Smartest minds in the world my ass. I just started acting crazier than usual, and they retreated somewhat, leaving me alone. The only problem was I had to do it with everyone, lest they catch wind of it. Sorry, Chuck, I couldn't resist playing a joke on you - but don't tell anyone else I'm not nuts."

The hint of a smile rose on the Captain's face, but soon hardened. "People are dying out there, Professor. Good men are being killed, and you're annoyed at being interrupted?"

The professor sobered instantly. "Every interruption slows my progress," he retorted. "And such delays could doom us all. Regardless, I am sorry for making light of it."

Captain Benedict nodded. "Like I said before, this is Doctor Talbot Harrison."

The professor stepped over to Talbot and shook his hand. "And you can read the language?"

"Apparently."

"Excellent." Gone was the lunatic of moments before. Now a legitimate man of science seemed to be standing before Talbot. He still glanced about furtively from time to time, but Talbot assumed he'd been acting crazy for so long it was more habit than true paranoia.

"The rift is becoming more and more unstable," the professor explained. "Larger beasts are tearing through and soon it will open completely, merging our two realms."

"
What
?" blurted Talbot. "Bigger than that cyclops?"

Weinstein glanced at Captain Benedict, alarm flaring across his features.

"The cyclops broke free of containment," said the captain. "Base Alpha is now off the grid,"

"Oh dear," murmured Professor Weinstein. His gaze returned to Talbot. "In response to your question, there are indeed much bigger and more terrifying things on the other side of that accursed rift. You have no idea how terrifying. Greek mythology merely scraped the surface."

"Like what?" asked Talbot.

Captain Benedict interjected before the professor could answer. "Now isn't the time to discuss such things, Doctor. We have work to do." He turned to the professor. "How long until the rift opens completely?"

"A week... maybe two at the most," he answered.

"Then we have to get moving. Any advice before we go?"

"I've uploaded a complete dossier with all my notes to your shipboard computer. Hopefully it will prove to be of assistance."

"I'm sure it will, Professor," said Captain Benedict, shaking the man's hand briskly before moving to the far door.

Talbot hesitated before following. Why had they travelled around -
or through
- the planet just to have a five minute conversation?

He hustled after Captain Benedict down a corridor leading from the opposite side of the professor's lab, and they soon arrived at a set of double-reinforced steel doors. Once more the captain swiped his card.

Heavy booming noises from within the solid concrete surrounding the thickly-plated doors - the sounds of massive bolts being retracted. Finally the steel entry lifted....

A submarine, perhaps the length of a football-field, sat in dry-dock within a cavern similar to the thermo-carrier station. Enormous struts held the huge vessel aloft, beside a quivering, black pool. The sub's ramps were abuzz with crew moving rapidly about their tasks.

The sprawling dry-dock seemed consumed with activity. Steel doors sealed one entire wall - Talbot assumed they restrained a flood of water, perhaps the ocean itself. Thick girders supported the phenomenal vessel while engineers and crew finalized whatever work they were doing around the hull.

"Holy shit," murmured Talbot.

Captain Benedict glanced at him and chuckled. "She does have that effect when you first set eyes upon her."

"What is it?"

"It's a submarine," answered the captain as they kept walking. Talbot shot him a withering glare. "She's called
Arkhangelsk -
or
Archangel
in English. She's an Mk941-U SSBN Russian Akula-class Typhoon; the world's largest nuclear powered submarine. 564 feet long, 74.8 feet wide and weighing in at about fifty thousand tons. It's one of the quietest submarines in the world, which will help us."

"Why is the United States using a Russian sub?"

The captain gave him a sideways glance. "We may need the biggest in order to arrive at our destination. The Russians seemed to think so as well, and decided to lend us one when their spies got wind of what was going on. There are also several modifications which might help us on our trip."

"Modifications?" asked Talbot.

"I'm not at liberty to discuss the details, Doctor. For now all you need to know is she's our transport," answered Captain Benedict.

"Why do you keep referring to a machine as 'she'?" asked Talbot.

"Because
she's
a bitch."

"Oh," replied Talbot, unsure of how to respond to such bluntness. "What's out there, Chuck? And don't give me that 'classified' crap."

The captain paused. "There are things on the other side of the rift which make the cyclops seem like a puppy. Some of them have already gotten through."

"I've already heard about the puppy you encountered. I don't want anything to do with all this!"

"Unfortunately, you don't have any choice in the matter," Captain Benedict mused sadly. "These things will find you, no matter where you hide. And they will destroy you before tearing the human race apart."

Talbot fell silent, feeling close to breaking.

"The best-case scenario is for you to help us with getting this thing closed."

Talbot looked up. "But what about the things already here?"

"Professor Weinstein believes that once we close the rift, their connection to this world will be severed, and they will either be drawn back or die."

"I hope so," murmured Talbot, resuming his walk toward the leviathan vessel.

"We all do," he heard the captain murmur.

***

Klaxon horns blared through the ship's bridge and all hatches on the massive Typhoon were secured and double checked. When the all-clear was sounded, the commander nodded silently, and Talbot saw several radio operators chattering into their headsets.

"You may want to hold on, Doctor Harrison," said Captain Benedict. "This might get a bit unstable."

Talbot gripped the railing next to him tightly just as a thunderous booming rose from the exterior of the submarine's hull.

"What's going on?" he asked, painfully aware of the high pitch of his voice.

"They're flooding the dock," replied Captain Benedict calmly.

It made sense; they had to get the sub into water, but why was it making such a loud noise?

The answer hit him like a salmon wielded by a drunken Icelandic fisherman. They were below sea-level. Well below. The entire Atlantic Ocean was on the other side of the massive dry-dock gates!

Oh shit.

The water must be smashing into the outer hull like a tidal wave. The concussions echoed through the submarine as though a giant were hitting it like an anvil. The entire vessel groaned with the strain, but the struts must have worked as docking clamps, locking the sub in place despite the intense pressure.

After what seemed like an eon, the external thumping finally began to subside, and Talbot heard the commander bark out an order to the deck officer, though he couldn't understand the words. It took him a moment, but he finally realized they were both speaking a language Talbot had never managed to learn - Russian. He glanced over at Captain Benedict who merely shrugged.

"They're our allies now," Chuck said simply. "And we needed their sub. The Russians would never hand it over without having their own crew on board to keep an eye on things."

Talbot began to reply, but was cut off by another rumble from outside the hull, followed by a slight rolling sensation. The docking clamps must have detached, releasing the sub. The twin nuclear reactors rumbled slightly as the massive craft powered-up. It began to push forward against the water still flooding into the dock.

The Archangel surged forward, commencing a journey that would push them through the gates of Hell.

CHAPTER 4

Several hours passed without event, and Talbot relaxed enough to actually doze in one of the tiny crew bunks, exhaustion from the stressful day finally overcoming him.

His nap was abruptly interrupted, however, when he was flung roughly from the bunk and into one of the walkways. The fogginess of slumber clouded his mind and for one terrifying moment Talbot had absolutely no idea where he was. The submarine was gone from his memory, as were the events leading up to it, including the death of his brother.

Thomas was dead.

That recollection emerged first from the mists of his memory, and along with it came everything else, an avalanche of details, incredible and terrifying, crushing Talbot beneath them.

He was meant to stop this mess.

And how the hell was he supposed to do that?

The enormity of the situation was thrust aside as the sub shook horrendously once more, the groaning of the hull terrifying, as though every single rivet were straining to the point of bursting - along with Talbot's sanity. The entire sub tilted wildly to port, and a horrendous screeching echoed through the hallways, increasing Talbot's panic immeasurably. Struggling to his feet with difficulty, he stumbled down a narrow corridor to the ship's bridge.