Subterranean (22 page)

Shots rang out in the distance.

To the left, a green Zodiac pontoon boat was moored with two ropes.

“Hop in,” he wheezed, but the boy was already in. “I'm going to start the engine. I want you near the rope. When I say pull, you yank the end of the rope to free us.”

“I know,” Jason said, staring back down the dock.

Blakely turned to the ignition cord and pulled it. The engine sputtered but didn't catch. He yanked it again. The same. Shit.

“Here comes Roland!”

Blakely looked up. His aide sprinted toward them, barely visible through the smoke. He yanked on the cord again. It almost caught this time, sputtering longer before dying. Blakely prayed as he watched Roland scramble toward the dock.

From out of the smoky blanket, a reptilian head shot forward, grabbing Roland by the shoulder. His body was flipped into the air, his momentum carrying him down the length of the dock. He landed beside the boat, the cracking of bones audible as he crashed to the planks. In thick pulses, blood flowed freely from his torn shoulder.

Blakely strained toward him, meaning to pull him into the boat.

The creature had stopped at the dock's edge, suspicious of the water.

Blood seeping from his lips, Roland struggled to rise but toppled over. He turned to Blakely and shook his head. With his good arm, he pulled the last mooring free. The boat drifted from the dock's edge.

“Go,” he sputtered. He struggled to remove a ring from his left hand. He tossed it toward the boat.

Blakely caught it, recognizing the ring from Roland's partner in Seattle.

“Tell Eric . . . I love him.” Roland pulled his pistol from his belt as the creature placed a tentative claw on the dock.

Blakely yanked the cord, and the engine caught with a clanking whine. With a twist of the gasoline feed, the prow of the boat tilted up as the craft accelerated from the dock. He watched as the monster crept down the dock, hissing toward his friend.

Roland tried to steady his pistol, but he was rapidly weakening. His first shot went wild. The creature was on top of him now. Roland raised the pistol to his forehead.

Blakely looked away.

A shot rang out, echoing over the water.

When Blakely turned back, the smoke had drawn a curtain between him and the dock. Just a dull glow marked its location through the grime.

A sudden bellow of frustration trumpeted across the water. It had been denied its kill.

“W
HAT DO YOU MEAN,
L
INDA'S GONE
?” A
SHLEY SAID
, raising her nose from the radio. She wasn't able to reach anyone either. “Why can't people stay put? I told everyone to stay inside the tunnel.”

Michaelson packed away the radio and pointed behind him. “Sorry. I turned my back on them for a second, and she and Khalid were gone. The tunnel exits another hundred yards ahead.”

Ben spoke behind her. “It's the claustrophobia. It's too tight in here.”

“Well, it's a damned sight tighter in the belly of one of those predators.”

“Khalid already reconnoitered the next chamber,” Michaelson said. “I haven't seen it, but he told me it's safe. Only a second wormhole enters the chamber. Too small for one of those creatures.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, “but what about other predators? Things that
can
travel through these wormholes.”

Michaelson shrugged.

“Fine. Let's head on. I want the team to stick together.” She helped Michaelson with the sleeping Villanueva; he moaned as he was moved. She checked his forehead. Damp, but not feverish. He needed help soon too. Damn this shitty radio.

Michaelson backed down the tunnel, pulling the SEAL along. Ashley pushed from behind, her knees raw by the time the glow of the exit appeared. Ben brought up the rear, lugging the packs. With a final heave, the SEAL was extracted from the tunnel. Ashley tumbled after him—into a natural wonderland.

“Holy shit!” Ben said as he crawled from the tunnel. “I've died and gone to heaven.”

Ashley stood stunned. Before her opened a chamber the size of a small ballroom. Almost cozy. Iridescent crystals, some as small as thumbnails, others the size of ripe watermelons, encrusted the walls and floor, casting back the lamplight in scintillating sparks. Rainbows reflected everywhere. Stepping gingerly across the uneven floor, Ashley crossed to the center of the chamber, her mouth hanging open.

“Do you know what this is?” Ben asked, slipping his hand in hers.

She just shook her head. Linda and Khalid crouched a few yards away, noses together, examining one of the larger crystals.

“We're in a gigantic geode,” Ben said.

“What's that?” she asked, only half interested, unable to turn away from the natural splendor.

“You've seen them. Those hollow stones sold in naturalist shops that are cracked open and lined by clear quartz or purple amethyst crystals. They form predominantly in volcanoes and are usually spurted out during an eruption.”

“Yeah, I've seen those, but they're seldom bigger than beachballs.”

“I know.” He waved a hand to encompass the room. “Nothing like this has ever been discovered. But hell, we're miles under an active volcano.”

She looked at his face, ruddy in the reflected light, strong chin raised as he stared at the ceiling. His excitement was contagious. She squeezed his arm.

Michaelson intruded, stepping up to them. “If this is quartz, maybe the sheer load is somehow affecting the radio. But I doubt it.”

She hadn't thought of that. Hope flooded her. Perhaps . . .

Khalid called to them. “It's not quartz.”

“What?” she asked, surprised to hear him join the conversation. He was usually so tight-lipped. “Then what is it?”

“It's diamond.”

Ben laughed. “Sure it is.”

“Who's the geologist here? Look at the angle of crystal fracturing. It's diamond.”

Thunderstruck, everyone looked again at the pure mass of stone around them. Khalid smirked at their surprise.

Linda held up a chunk of diamond the size of a softball. “My god!”

Ashley thought of the diamond statue. How many other, similar chambers were down here? This much wealth . . .

The sharp edge of her excitement dulled with concern. She shook her head and released Ben's hand. “Before everyone starts counting their pennies, we still need to get out of here. Michaelson, try the radio one more time. Everyone else, set up camp for the night.”

As she made her announcement, her exhaustion finally hit her. Every muscle burned. Every square inch of skin felt bruised. It seemed like they had been running for days. She glanced at her watch. After midnight.

“Still no response,” Michaelson said, turning off the radio.

Ben spoke from where he had set up an air mattress. He had his geopositional compass open. “This isn't working either. Maybe Michaelson's right about some sort of interference. My compass uses a radio beacon at the base as a stationary reference point to home in on.” He snapped the compass closed. “This bloody thing keeps searching, but it's not picking up the beacon.”

She nodded, too exhausted to think clearly and too worried about Jason. “Perhaps it's some power outage at the base. We'll try again in the morning,” she said, rubbing at her eyes. Her mind kept pushing Jason's face before her. If she thought about him too much, she'd begin to cry. What could they do anyway? Tomorrow would have to be soon enough.

Ben stepped up to her; he had finished inflating her air mattress. “Your bed awaits.” He made a sweeping bow.

She took the mattress with a weary smile. “Thanks, Ben.”

“I found a relatively flat area over there. Just enough room for two people.” A grin played about the corner of his lips, the invitation clear.

In answer, she crossed to the spot and placed her mattress down. His smile had widened with each step she took. “Who's going to take first watch?” she asked.

“Watch?” Ben said.

She nodded. “We're in uncharted worlds down here. Carnivorous snails, whale-sized sharks, and now marsupial predators. We don't know what else might be lurking out there. Just in case, someone needs to stand guard. . . . We'll rotate shifts.”

Michaelson spoke up. “I'll take the first shift, but with two entrances to the cavern, I recommend two people per shift.”

“Good idea. Any volunteers to join Michaelson on first watch?” She stared directly into Ben's eyes.

He resisted for a few heartbeats, then sighed and raised his hand. “Gosh, I feel a second wind coming on.”

With the schedule established, those not on watch retired to their respective beds. Ashley sank into her mattress as if in a lover's embrace. Soon all but a single handlight clicked off. Expecting to be swallowed by darkness, her lids drooped downward. What the . . .? She sat back up. The chamber had not darkened; it continued to glow.

Ben stood up. “Bloody hell, this'll save on batteries.”

Linda sat up. “It's coming from the walls,” the biologist said, glancing around. “Reflecting off the diamonds.” She crawled up and crossed to a wall where a section of diamond had fallen away. Scraping with the edge of a blade, she studied the rock, then turned to them with the blade upheld. It glowed a soft yellow. “It's fungus.”

Great, Ashley thought. With our luck, it's probably emitting some toxic radiation.

“What a find!” Linda settled onto her mattress and wiped the blade off in a specimen bag. She wore a huge grin, talking rapidly as she worked. “This makes the fifth phosphorescent species I've found down here so far. Even the fish back at Alpha Base glowed due to the buildup of a type of fungus on their scales. But this . . .” She waved her arm. “This is almost worth being chased by monsters.”

Michaelson sat back down and rested his rifle across his knees. “Is it worth someone dying for?”

Linda's smile deflated, and she sealed the bag.

The major's words sobered the team, and exhaustion overcame wonder. Everyone settled back to bed.

Ashley stretched and curled her wool blanket around her bare feet, retreating into a cocoon. She peeked at Ben's empty mattress. She could hear the two men mumbling quietly together as they stood watch. She closed her eyes, touching the tip of her tongue to her bruised lower lip, remembering his kiss, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

A hand on Ashley's shoulder woke her too soon. She rolled away from the lantern light.

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. It's your shift.” Ben's lips brushed her ear. “I even made some coffee.”

She moaned and pushed herself upright, rubbing at her gritty eyes. Her muscles felt like stone weights. “Thanks, Ben . . . coffee sounds wonderful.”

He helped her stand. “It tastes like mud, but it'll crank those pretty eyelids up.”

She offered him a weak grin. She noticed Michaelson was already bundling up in his blanket. “You'd better get what sleep you can. It's only a few hours until morning.”

He nodded, sliding out of his boots as he sat on his mattress. “I'll be out as soon as my noggin hits the pillow.”

She envied him. Her rumpled blanket never looked so inviting. Yawning, she crossed to the makeshift guard station by the camp stove. She was surprised to see Linda sitting next to Khalid. “What are you doing up?” she asked as she approached. “This is supposed to be Khalid's and my shift.”

“I know,” Linda said, sliding over to make room on the boulder. “But I couldn't sleep. Too excited. I wanted to run a few tests. Besides, I took a little nap and that's all I usually need.”

Ashley noticed the biologist's test kit spread out on a relatively smooth table of rock. Linda raised a small vial in front of the lantern light and shook it. The phosphorescent glow in the vial increased. “Amazing,” she said, then jotted a note in her logbook.

Ashley glanced at Khalid. Holding a pistol in his left hand, he cautiously lifted the hot coffeepot from the camp stove. He sloshed some of the syrupy drink into a tin cup.

Absently, Linda held up her cup for a refill, not even glancing in his direction. Almost like an old married couple at breakfast.

Once her cup was filled, Linda took a sip from her cup and grimaced. “This is awful.” But she took another sip, then sighed. She sat back and glanced at Ashley. “You know, since I'm up anyway, why don't you go back to bed?”

This option hadn't occurred to her, but it made sense and was damned attractive. “I suppose if you really think that you—

Linda nodded. “You need the sleep. You should see your eyes. They're blood-red.”

And they felt like it too. Ashley glanced over to where Ben was snoring. Linda didn't have to offer twice. “I'll see you in the morning.”

“Before you go, though,” Linda said from behind her, “there's a question that's been naggin' me.”

Ashley turned back reluctantly, the pull of her mattress strong. “What's that?”

“Those marsupial creatures. They're obviously predatory. How does something like that get enough food to eat?”

She shrugged. “I don't know.”

“I mean, they have to be at the top of the food chain. But who's below them? Look at the lions in Africa. To support even a small pride of lions, it takes a huge reservoir of herbivores—antelopes, water buffalo, zebras. From a biological standpoint, these beasts would need a huge supply of prey.”

Ashley rubbed her sore eyes. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“So, where are they?” Linda took another sip of coffee. “Where is their food supply?”

Khalid snorted. “Hell, all I know is that I don't want it to be us.”

Ashley nodded. The question was intriguing. What did they hunt? From their demonstrated teamwork in the other chamber, they had a rudimentary intelligence. Almost cunning. “I'm not sure. It's a mystery that'll have to be answered by a future team.”