The Betrayed Series: Ultimate Omnibus Collection With EXCLUSIVE Post-Shiva Short Story (102 page)

“Sodom,” Rebecca breathed out. “That is Sodom above us.”

“From the Quran,” Bunny added. “The description from the Quran.”

“Of course,” Rebecca answered. “The Quran made mention of the city being turned upside down. Of course, most scholars thought that was metaphorical…”

Even though Rebecca didn’t finish her statement, it was pretty damned clear. Most scholars, of course, were not driving under the city itself. With the exception of the salt being crunched under their tires and the groaning of the engine, the car fell silent as they raced beneath the biblical city.

“I thought Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed in a rain of fire?” Harvish asked.

Rebecca shook her head, preparing to answer, but Davidson beat her to it. “It depends on which passage you read and its interpretation.”

Brandt was well aware of this fact. It was what had set him to study the Bible on his own. His own questions about how could the Bible contradict itself, yet still be the true word of God? Seldom were you ever afforded the opportunity to see the reality in the flesh.

Or in this case the
salt
.

* * *

Davidson stared up at the wonder above them. Raised by the Knot, he had been exposed to some of the world’s most cherished religious relics. Yet this, this Sodom surpassed nearly it all. Not just in size but in magnitude. This was God’s might incarnate. His power shone in each and every grain of salt.

He’d turned an entire city upside down.

He knew that others would debate that fact. Try to claim this was some kind of re-creation. But there was no doubt in Davidson’s mind. God’s hand was clear. If he had been looking for a sign from the Father above, Davidson was pretty sure he could stop searching.

Then a bullet parted his hair. Ducking down, he swung his vision to the rear window. A speck at the other end of the cavern prepped for another shot. Davidson didn’t need his scope to know that it was the sniper.

Perhaps Davidson shouldn’t have been so quick to assume that God’s message for him was one of mercy. Perhaps God had meant this a warning for all of his wrongdoing with the Knot.

The only thing Davidson knew for sure was that sniper needed to get taken out. Pronto.

Before he could grab his rifle, Lopez yelled, “Window! Up!”

Davidson had absolutely no idea what the corporal meant until he turned around to see where they were headed. An extremely narrow archway lay ahead, and Lopez wasn’t slowing down. Davidson had no idea if the SUV could even make it through the gap, but the side mirrors certainly weren’t.

Hand cranking, Davidson brought the window up just as they hit the pass. Metal screeched against the salty walls as the mirrors snapped off like late autumn branches. They were nearly through the gap when the rear bumper snagged. With a horrendous metallic scream, the bumper was ripped off.

They were free though, and Lopez swerved to the right, out of sight of the sniper.

“
That
is how you do it!”

“Look out!” Rebecca yelled from the backseat, pointing to an object ahead of them.

But Lopez had no time to brake. They ran straight into…

“A salt donkey?” Lopez asked as granules of salt rained down upon them. “Was that really a salt donkey I just hit?”

Apparently it was. And the farther they got into this cavern the more “objects” were in the way. Lopez swerved and cursed, then swerved again.

“Slow it down,” Brandt instructed.

Even slower the going was still difficult. They passed sodium chloride cows, pack mules, and the worst, people. All encrusted in salt. Then they crested a ridge. Lopez slammed on the brakes. Their SUV stopped at the lip of a valley. A valley with a city tucked within its borders.

“Well then,” Lopez said, leaning his arms against the steering wheel. “Welcome to Gomorrah.”

* * *

“Do it!” Aunush yelled to her men above. She could hear the engine roar. What were they waiting for?

The demolished Jeep in front of her was probably why. Their first attempt to get a vehicle down here had ended rather, well, messy. This time they had weighed down the back of the Jeep so it didn’t land nose-first. Or at least that was the hope.

Even through their fear, the men must have sensed how very close they were to the prize. They had found Sodom. It was all around them. The Ten Commandments could not be far behind. And the enemy was ahead of them. That could not be let to stand.

Finally the Jeep’s brake was released and the vehicle sped toward the sinkhole. They must have given it enough acceleration since it hit the slight incline and sailed, airborne for a moment, then fell through the large hole. The rear axle tilted down just as she had predicted, and the Jeep hit the ground hard, but intact.

Her team, so very thinned since convening in Bulgaria, loaded into the Jeep.

They did not have much farther to go. Not as the signal on her screen blinked at a slower and slower rate.

Time to play catch-up.

* * *

Rebecca studied the salt figure before her as the SUV made its way slowly through the heart of Gomorrah. Every feature of the woman in front of her was captured perfectly by the grains. Even the tiny crow’s feet at the edge of her eyes stood out. The folds of her dress draped against her leg. The shocked
O
that her lips formed. No one that day so long ago had expected to be turned to salt.

Stop it
, Rebecca rebuked herself. She was a scientist, not a tourist. She did not take things at face value. Her mind searched for a biological reason these cities had been encased in salt. Perhaps the climate? The hypersalinity of the Dead Sea? Scholars had long debated the factual reason for Sodom and Gomorrah’s demise. From famine to earthquakes to plague, each had been floated as the possible cause, but without proof it would be an argument to last the ages.

Now though it got a little tougher to chalk it up to natural disaster. Especially with Sodom upside down. That would take some interesting physics to explain. If they ever could. It would take teams of scientists decades to sort through the findings here.

So preoccupied by the mystery, Rebecca hit her temple against the seat in front of hers as the SUV lurched forward.

“Lopez,” Brandt rumbled, “I said ‘at a crawl.’”

“Wasn’t me, Sarge,” the corporal said as the SUV rolled to a stop. Lopez turned over the ignition several times. The engine knocked loudly yet wouldn’t turn over.

“What’s wrong?” Brandt asked.

Lopez indicated to the hood of the car that was dented and cracked, then to the trail of gasoline they had left behind them. “Take your pick. A jacked-up engine block or the leaking fuel tank.”

“Does it really matter?” Harvish queried, pointing to the clogged city street in front of them. “We’re in the worst phantom traffic jam known to man.”

“Hike out?” Talli asked.

Bunny groaned audibly beside Rebecca. The younger woman might not want to have to walk, but Rebecca was secretly thrilled. To have all of this history around her, yet not be able to get out and investigate? To not see so much in passing, her muscles ached to get out and explore, really
explore
the cavern.

However, she knew exactly what Brandt would have said to that request. “Hell no,” would have been the politest of the various responses. Now though? Rebecca waited with bated breath for his answer to Talli.

Brandt shifted in his seat, looking behind them and then in front of them. Finally he sighed. “Looks like we’re hoofing it.” He turned to his men. “Pack what you can easily carry, destroy the rest.”

Rebecca’s enthusiasm was slightly dampened as Brandt’s words harshly reminded them all that they were being followed. Hounded, really. And the Disciples could not be taken lightly. Especially not here. If they really were as connected to the days of Moses and beyond, Gomorrah was practically their home court.

Which meant Brandt was going to like what she had to say less than he normally did. As everyone unloaded from the SUV and the other men fulfilled their orders, Rebecca joined Brandt.

“I don’t even want to hear it,” Brandt said before she even opened her mouth.

It didn’t matter though what he wanted to hear. It mattered what needed to be said.

“I think I know where the tablets are hidden.”

“Good for you,” Brandt said, checking the chamber of his sidearm.

Rebecca paused, collecting herself. He did this to rattle her. Throw her off her game. Make it look like she was being demanding or irrational. When really it was him who couldn’t accept their new reality.

“And if I can figure it out, the Disciples can.”

Brandt grinned fiercely. “Which I am counting on.”

So he’d already thought ahead to the Disciples’ end game. However, Rebecca didn’t think he’d thought it all the way through. “I get it,” she said. “You want them to head to the tablets while we head for
hopefully
a far exit.”

The sergeant nodded as he tucked another gun into the back of his belt. “We may not get another break like this.”

“But then what?” Rebecca asked. “Say your plan works and we get out. The Disciples will still hunt us down.” His eyes flickered to hers. “You know that, Brandt. Even if we don’t uncover the larger secret of the tablets, just finding this place is enough. We are marked.”

* * *

“True,” Brandt conceded. He was a big enough man to admit when someone else was spot-on. “But out there we will have the full weight of the American military.” Brandt pointed to the salty city that surrounded them. “In here we’ve only got about five hundred rounds between us. I’ll take my chances with the option that has aircraft carriers.”

He watched as Rebecca’s eyes scanned his face. Brandt made sure he had his don’t-bother-arguing-with-me face on. Unfortunately, she’d never been really great at reading that one since, well, since the day they’d met.

“Please,” she asked. Not demanded or threatened to run off on her own. Damn it. He hated it when she went all reasonable. It made it all the harder to dismiss her.

“It does mean we know exactly where the Disciples are going to be,” Lopez added.

Harvish stepped up as well. “And I’ve got some C-4 with their name on it.”

“That looks like a pretty damn nice perch,” Davidson stated as he pointed to one of the high towers in the middle of the city.

“I can take the far tower and create a kill zone around the SUV,” Talli suggested.

Brandt couldn’t be more pissed off or proud of his men at this point. Everyone was trashed, shot, bruised, cut up, yet each stood ready to stand off against the Disciples. Fortunately their enthusiasm was not the only factor. Brandt’s word was final.

Rebecca must have sensed his mood because she hurried on to say, “I know we’ve got a civilian—”

“
A
civilian?” Brandt asked. “I’ve got
two
civilians,” he clarified, indicating to Rebecca and then nodding to Davidson. “And technically a war crimes prisoner…nothing personal.”

“No worries,” Davidson answered, slinging a rifle onto his back.

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed. “I could say I’m leading us out of here and just take us to the hiding spot.”

Now this he liked better. When Rebecca tried to go all calculating on him. “You could,” he said. “But you won’t. You wouldn’t risk our lives like that without our consent. Face it, you’ve got no card to play.”

Those cheeks flared a bright red. Did Rebecca forget how well he knew her? She looked away.

“So when I say we are hoofing it out of here,” Brandt stated firmly, “we are hoofing it out of here.”

He surveyed the group, getting an accepting nod out of each of them. Except for one. “Where’s Bunny?”

Everyone looked around. Davidson checked the SUV, shaking his head.

Bunny was gone.

Fuck.

CHAPTER 23

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Gomorrah, Jordan

11:26 p.m. GMT

“Do not even look at me like that,” Rebecca stated. “I had nothing to do with Bunny running off.”

Brandt’s glare lifted. He must have known if Rebecca was going to have anyone run off it would have been her. If she couldn’t even do it, how could she have sent someone else in her stead? And certainly
not
Bunny.

“I take it if you and the Disciples could find this hiding place, Bunny could as well?” Brandt asked.

Rebecca nodded. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Just someone well versed in ancient Hebrew studies. “Yes. I believe the tablets are at the temple.”

“But the Jews didn’t have formal temples back then,” Davidson corrected. “And certainly not in Gomorrah.”

“No,” Rebecca clarified. “Not a Jewish one. I am talking about the Temple of Moloch, the false god.”

“Why there?” Talli asked. “Why not somewhere significant to the Jewish faith?”

Rebecca reached for her laptop on the backseat to find it gone. Bunny apparently didn’t leave empty-handed.

“You know what, we’ll take out history lesson on the road,” Brandt said, then turned to Rebecca. “Point Harvish in the right direction.”

As they moved out, Rebecca indicated toward the center of Gomorrah. “The temple is that large round building with the statue of the bull god on top of it.”

“Not hard to miss,” Brandt rumbled next to her.

Davidson headed down a side street. “I’ll take up position.”

“
We’ll
take up position,” Talli said as he trotted off in the opposite direction.

“Great,” Lopez said. “Now we’re got sniper sibling rivalry.” The corporal rolled his eyes. “
That’s
going to end well.”

Looking ahead to the city frozen in time, Rebecca wasn’t so sure any of this was going to end well.

* * *

The sniper slammed on the brakes to their SUV as they came to a narrowing of the cavern. Several side mirrors lay strewn on the ground along with a back bumper. The exit was narrow. Narrower than their Jeep.

Really? The vehicles that survived the drop down to the cavern floor were three inches too wide.
Three inches.

“Try it,” Aunush ordered.

Keeping his foot on the brake, the sniper revved the engine and then surged them forward. They slammed into the wall as their tires spun in the salty ground. Rubber burned but they traveled no farther.