Return to Atlantis: A Novel (47 page)

Larry Chase.

She had no choice but to look. Larry was shoved into the room by a large man holding his collar with one hand—and pressing a gun into his back with the other. “Larry! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but—what the hell’s going on?” He stared at the people around the table in confusion. “That’s Caspar Van der Zee! What is this?”

“It’s a meeting of the secret rulers of the world,” said Stikes, with a tinge of derision. “Now, Dr. Wilde, put down the gun. I know we can’t shoot you, but”—his lips curled sadistically—“I
will
have Daddy Chase over there shot, in such a way that it takes him several excruciating hours to die. You’ve got ten seconds.”

“If you shoot him, I’ll kill you!” Nina warned.

“You wouldn’t have come here at all if you were willing to let him die. Three, two—”

With an anguished look at her father-in-law, she tossed the gun onto the table. “Good,” said Stikes, smirking. “Now sit back down. I think it’s time we all finally saw what happens when you put the statues together, don’t you?”

Nina reluctantly returned to her seat as Larry was pushed to the table. She was filled with concern—for both of them—but another thought dominated her mind.

Where is Eddie?

H
er husband was well aware that he was behind schedule. The plan had been for Nina to draw out the meeting with the Group for as long as possible, but they both knew that sooner or later she would have to admit she had no intention of leading them to the meteorite. At that point, things would turn nasty, and he would need to be there to help her.

However, the approach had taken longer than expected, the need for stealth while dealing with the remaining guards outside the building delaying the team. Now, though, they were finally at the hotel itself.

There was a door to Eddie’s right, but his focus was on another entrance to the left, nearer the downhill slope. Steam swirled from extractor vents above a stairwell descending into the ground, which had several large wheeled bins lined up near its top. Access to the kitchens. Even though the only guests at the hotel were the Group and their employees, the establishment was still fully staffed, ready to provide the VIPs with anything they requested. Since Eddie was determined to avoid innocent casualties, the hotel workers needed to be removed from danger.

He signaled for Glas’s men to follow as he went to the stairwell, checking nearby windows for signs of activity. All were empty. He paused by the first bin, making sure that no one was having a crafty smoke at the foot of the steps.

Nobody there. The way in was clear.

The others arrived behind him. “Okay,” said Eddie, “remember there are civvies here. Round ’em up, then find a storeroom or something and lock ’em in until we’re done. Everyone ready?” Nods of confirmation. “Right, here we go.”

He led the way down the stairwell. The door at the bottom was ajar, wisps of steaming air rising from the gap. He opened it wider. A white-tiled room came into view, twenty or so aproned staff busy preparing the resplendent evening meal for their billionaire guests.

Eddie quietly entered, gun at the ready. At first none of the kitchen staff noticed the intruders, being too involved with their work—then a woman chopping vegetables looked around at the cold draft. Her irritation instantly turned to fright.

“If I can have your attention, please!” said Eddie loudly to forestall her scream as the other camouflageclad men rushed in behind him. “Dinner’s canceled. Nobody’ll be hurt if you do what we say, so stop what you’re doing and keep quiet.” A flash of movement—a waiter lunging for a telephone mounted on the wall. “Oi!” Eddie shouted as he fired, the silenced shot shattering the phone just before the waiter reached it. “That means you, Manuel!” The large man froze.

Eddie quickly surveyed his surroundings. Through the circular windows in a set of swing doors he could see a lift and stairs leading upward, presumably to the dining area, as well as a dumbwaiter near the exit, but of more immediate interest was a single door, at the kitchen’s rear, to a storage area full of catering-sized bags of dry goods. “Okay, everyone in there. Move!”

Glas’s men spread out to corral the staff into the storeroom,
quickly searching them to confiscate phones. Eddie examined the makeshift cell’s door; it didn’t appear to be lockable. “Someone’ll have to keep an eye on them.”

“I’ll do it,” volunteered Amsel. Eddie nodded, and the German took up a position to watch both the storeroom and the main entrance. The waiter who had tried to reach the phone glowered at him through the door’s little window.

Eddie hurried for the exit, the remaining men following. He hoped the delays hadn’t made the situation worse for Nina.

Gorchakov picked up Nina’s gun. He turned it over in his hands, then glared at Stikes. “Why did you not search her?” he demanded.

The Englishman was unconcerned by the anger directed at him from around the table. “To give her a false sense of security. I knew that if she thought she had an ace up her sleeve, she’d reveal her true intentions sooner rather than later. Don’t forget, I’ve dealt with her before. I know what kind of person she is—and she’s not the type to start blasting away at unarmed civilians. She leaves the shooting to her husband.”

Nina expected him to question her again regarding Eddie’s whereabouts, but he left the comment hanging. Instead Warden spoke. “This is twice you’ve done something without telling us, Stikes—first kidnapping Chase’s father”—he gave Larry a brief glance—“and now this. Don’t make us question our decision to take you on board.”

“You took me on because you know I get results,” Stikes replied. “And I have. You’ve got Dr. Wilde, and you’ve got the statues. Everything you need is here.”

“If Dr. Wilde cooperates.”

“Oh, she will.” Stikes gave her a lupine smile. “One way or another.”

“Don’t bet on it,” said Nina.

He sighed. “Are we really going to go through this routine again? I make a demand, you refuse, I put a gun to someone you care about, you cave in.” He slid the case across the table to Nina. “So why not just save everybody’s time and put the statues together?”

“Nina, I don’t know what the hell’s going on here,” said Larry with nervous bravado, “but, er, much as I’d like you to do what he says so we can all go home, I’m getting the distinct feeling it’s not a good idea. So don’t give this bastard what he wants, not on my account.”

Stikes regarded him with an odd sense of approval. “I didn’t think you had that much backbone, Larry. Maybe you and your son have more in common than either of you would like to admit. Oh, and Gerard,” he added to the man holding Larry, “shoot him in the knee.”

“No!”
Nina screamed as Gerard unhesitatingly pointed the gun at Larry’s leg. Stikes snapped up a hand, and the big mercenary stopped, his finger tight on the trigger.

“I told you,” Stikes said to her. He gestured at the case. “Now. The statues.”

Nina and Larry exchanged helpless looks. The gun was still fixed on his knee; at point-blank range the bullet would shatter the bones, almost certainly crippling him for life—if he survived the blood loss from the wound. Larry’s face was ashen with fear, but he still summoned up some reserve of defiance. “Nina, you shouldn’t …”

“It’s your choice,
Nina
,” said Stikes. “Don’t keep everyone waiting.”

“You son of a bitch,” she hissed. Until Eddie arrived, she had no choice but to obey. Slowly, her disgust and reluctance almost tangible, she opened the case and took out the first statue.

The effect of her touch upon the stone figurine was immediate, the strange glow bright even beneath the glaring spotlights on the roof beams. “And the others,”

prompted Warden, fascinated by the display. “Put them together.”

Nina linked the second figure with the first. The glow intensified. Supporting the paired statues in one hand, she picked up the last member of the triptych, the bifurcated figurine now held crudely together with adhesive tape. It made no difference on the effect, the purple stone coming alive with the shimmering blue glow. Just as in Japan, she felt a weird electrical tingling through her hands.

Everyone watching held their breath, even Larry and his captor. The statues shone, the tingle intensifying as she brought the figures closer together. There was another feeling, too—as much as she wanted to prevent the Group from finding the meteorite, her innate curiosity was becoming ravenous, urging her to take the next step and discover the secret of the stone. She had felt the effect before, in Tokyo; there, she had been caught unawares and snapped back to reality by shock. But now she knew what to expect. She could re-create the experience, and this time be in control …

“Put them together!” Warden ordered—but before he could finish speaking she had already done so.

Even prepared for what would happen, Nina was almost overcome by the rush of sensation. Again, there was the feeling of acquiring a new sense that extended far beyond the limits of her body, inescapably linking her to life in all its myriad forms. If what Glas had said was true and all living things on earth originated from one single source, the sky stone, then she was now following the common thread joining them together through billions of years.

And she felt the stone itself.

A sixth—or seventh?—sense, a homing instinct; however she could think to describe it, all she knew was that the thread led her directly to it. There was no life around it now, but there had been, once. She had impressions of heat, light where there should have been darkness, being
beneath the ground yet not buried. The feeling was so intense that she could almost
see
it, a visual echo from the people who had been there long ago.

It was far away, she could tell, but closer than it had been when she was in Takashi’s skyscraper. She knew in what direction—

That thought made her open her eyes. She knew, but now so too did the Group. The joined statues floated just above her cradling palms, shining brightly. Some of the Group were looking at the wall toward which the light was strongest, as if hoping to see through it all the way to the meteorite’s hiding place.

She felt an instinctive urge to follow the path back to its origin—

The statues suddenly moved, gliding silently away from her across the table. She was so startled that she didn’t think to try to grab them until they were out of reach. Meerkrieger jerked aside as the linked figures spun past him.

The glow began to fade … and the statues arced toward the polished wooden floor. “Catch them, catch them!” Warden cried.

Stikes was already running around the table. He dived headlong, landing hard and skidding along the floorboards just in time for the figurines to drop into his hands. He breathed out heavily in relief. “Haven’t made a catch like that since I played cricket for Eton.”

Warden rounded on Nina. “What happened? How did you do that?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, truthfully. The statues had responded to her impulsive thought, as if she had been able to channel and direct the earth energy flowing through them by the power of her will alone. But even in her confusion, she still had enough forethought to keep this to herself. “It just sort of—
happened
. Like they were drawn toward something.”

“The sky stone,” said Warden. “They were being drawn to the meteorite.”

“We can triangulate,” said Frederick Bull excitedly. “We know the bearing from Tokyo, and now we know the bearing from here too!”

His brother was already tapping away on his smart-phone. “The bearing from here was a hundred and forty degrees east, more or less,” he said, bringing up a map app. “It was two hundred and sixty degrees west from Tokyo, so …” He swiped his fingers across the screen to find where the two lines intersected. “Africa! Somewhere in Ethiopia, by the look of it.”

“How could it end up so far from Atlantis?” asked al-Faisal doubtfully.

“I don’t think we’ve even started to comprehend the full power of earth energy,” said Warden. “But now that Dr. Wilde is helping us, even if”—he smiled smugly at Nina—“less than willingly, we can explore its possibilities.”

“Our first priority is finding the meteorite, though,” said Brannigan firmly. “We’ve got to get the progenitor DNA.”

“And we shall,” Warden replied. “But first—”

Two doors on opposite sides of the room opened simultaneously, cylindrical metal objects flying through them to bounce noisily off the floor and skitter toward the table. Everyone looked around at the unexpected interruption.

Nina recognized the items.
Stun grenades!
The instructions Eddie had given her earlier sprang back into her mind, and she closed her eyes and clapped her hands to her ears.

Stikes also instantly knew what they were. He dropped, releasing the statues safely onto the floor before he too protected his senses—

Both grenades detonated, their flashes blinding anyone looking at them and the twin piercing bangs so powerful in the enclosed space that they had the same effect on the unprepared as a blow from a baseball bat. The assembled billionaires screamed, reeling in their seats as their senses were temporarily obliterated.