The Golden Crystal (29 page)

He listened closely. Quickly, Vilocek’s description went beyond Whittenfield’s level of understanding and knowledge about the crystal — from his and his father’s own research — and Vilocek described things Whittenfield hadn’t even imagined. He opened a text file and quickly started typing notes.

A few minutes into Vilocek’s speech, Whittenfield turned the headphones up again. This was it. This was what he — and his father before him — had been trying to discover about the crystal. 

It was what he needed to know.

It was
everything
. 

10:23 AM - EASTER ISLAND 

“How much longer does this cave go?” Corinne asked. 

“Captain Reynolds said something like 5 or 6 kilometers, right?” Cole asked. 

“Yeah,” Bryce said, “the article I read said a ‘new cave had been discovered,’ going on for about 6 kilometers until reaching a — “

They came to a turn in the tunnel and were faced with a looming wall of stone. 

“ — dead end.” 

“This is odd,” Corinne said. “Usually cave systems that descend like this one dwindle in size, gradually ending in a much smaller diameter. This one has been getting larger — the height of this section alone is twice that of the cavern we stopped in earlier.”

“You’re right,” Bryce said. “This wall seems too abrupt,” Bryce said. 

A muffled boom suddenly sounded from somewhere in the distant reaches of the cavern, followed by a tremor that made them all stumble and grab at the walls for support.

“What was that?” Bryce asked, to no one in particular. 

“Sounded like dynamite,” Jeff said. “On the other side of the wall.” 

Cole stepped closer to the wall. As he approached, the now familiar symbols lit up all over the surface. 

He knew what to look for, and quickly found the familiar symbol of the open-armed man, rising from the sea, directly in front of him. He placed his palm over the symbol, and almost immediately the ground began to shake. 

The rumble increased in volume as the entire cavern quaked gently. The rumbling continued, but nothing else happened. 

“Are you sure you did that right?” Jeff shouted over the growing din. 

“There’s nothing else to do!” Cole shouted back. “It’s worked everywhere else we’ve been so far.”

Then, with a deep groan, the enormous wall slowly started to slide backwards. Loose pebbles danced at the threshold, and the team took several steps back. 

“I guess there’s more to go through after all,” Jeff said. Wayne just nodded, watching the huge slab slide back. One side ground to a halt as the other began to swing back, like a great hinged door. Trapped air from behind rushed into their side of the cavern, bringing a stale, distilled scent of age and earth washing over them. 

“This is like one giant tomb — and we’re about to walk in with the mummy,” Karn said, trying to peer around the now slightly open door. 

“Well,” Vilocek said, “considering most of the cave system so far has been relatively straight, and adjusting for the few hundred feet we’ve descended, we should be almost exactly at the center of the northern third of the island.”

A large cloud of dust billowed from the door, and Corinne covered her eyes and mouth with the sleeve of her shirt. 

“You mean,” Bryce said, “right in the center of the — “ 

“— volcano?” Cole finished his sentence as he took a tentative step through the doorway.

As the dust settled, they saw the cavern beyond was more of a subterranean biosphere — the path ended about twenty yards ahead in a massive cliff, falling straight down to meet the cavern floor. Above, the ceiling catapulted up in a dome shape, with a small hole in the center. The cavern wasn’t unlike a Yucatan cenoté, or like a naturally-created observatory, except larger — much larger. It was actually difficult to see the other side; from somewhere in the middle part of the upside-down bowl there was a steaming a wall of white mist. There was light leaking into the massive cave from somewhere, but the misty fog caught and converged on the upper half of the upside-down bowl, diffusing it to a dim glow.

“Whoa,” Jeff said.

“You got that right,” his brother answered. 

The immense hollow dome would certainly have been impressive enough — geologists and archeologists alike would go nuts over a find like this — but it wasn’t the dome by itself that caught their attention. 

“It’s a — “ Cole paused as he stepped farther onto the ledge. 

“A city,” Vilocek finished. 

To their left, the pathway continued, sloping downward and around where the dome met the floor of the cavern, like a huge spiral staircase. Below them, spread across the immense cavern floor, was an abandoned city — complete with towers, stone temples, and rows of cookie-cutter houses. 

“Unbelievable,” Bryce said. “Who’d have thought something like this could exist?” he said. 

“And look,” Corinne said, “it looks like they even had churches, or some kind of worship centers.” She pointed toward the center of the city, where two large spires reached almost to the dome’s ceiling.

The group walked to the left down the path. Karn pulled out a camera and started snapping pictures of the ancient city. Corinne and Cole took turns pointing out different features they could see, while Bryce made sure that his shoulder-mounted camera was recording everything.

As they walked around the outskirts, more of the city came into view. It was circular in shape, with the two towers and what looked like a massive temple building on a rise in the center. Circular moats segmented the city into four distinct sections — one for the central temple, the other three in successive rings radiating outward.

On the cavern floor, a large causeway spanned the four circles, ending at a large gate in the center. Clearly the central area was intended to be the heart of the city and the seat of power.

“Do you see that?” Karn pointed to the area around the largest of the concentric circles. “Those look like fields.”

“How would they be able to grow crops without sunlight?” Wayne asked.

“And I don’t see any way of getting water into this place; at least not anything but seawater,” Cole added.

“Maybe there was some sort of aqueduct system that pumped water from somewhere else on the island,” Corinne said. “Or some sort of underground canal system. The same water source that could have form the cave that we got here through. That would explain the moats.”

“But even if they had water, they’d still need light in here if they were actually growing crops in those fields,” Cole said.

“Well, only time will tell––it could be that our crystal had something to do with that as well,” Bryce said. “I’ll bet it’s either hidden inside that temple, or there are at least a few clues in there. Let’s go and find out.”

“Agreed,” Vilocek said, “but we should spread out. Once we’re over the first moat, we can split into two groups and approach the central area from opposite sides. No sense in bunching up and missing something in the process.”

 He continued down the path toward the causeway. Karn snapped pictures as the first humans in thousands of years entered the ancient city of the Rapa Nui.

10:19 AM - EASTER ISLAND 

Madu’s knees were still creaky. He hadn’t realized how much his political position had aged him these past ten years, and the past few days seemed even worse. His disheveled hair wouldn’t lay flat on his head, no matter how much he meddled with it. 

He and his twenty-two men now stood atop the volcanic mountain of Terevaka. Without a second-in-command, Jabari was frantically trying to plan his troops’ movements, though his expression gave away none of his anxiety. He ordered two of his men to organize sticks of unidirectional explosives around the perimeter of the old crater. 

Initial geological scans of the island showed that the topographical “top” of the island — this volcano — was actually still relatively cone-shaped, and a small cap of rock and built-up earth had blocked the main shaft of the volcano from opening at the top. The plan so far was to blast their way into the volcano using dynamite in tandem — first one side of the crater, then the other — to hopefully not only open the shaft again, but also to blast the debris up and away from the crater. They didn’t want the loose dirt and rock falling down into the mountain again, causing yet another blockage. 

A glance over the rim of the crater showed that his group was in place, and he signaled for the rest of the men to clear the area. He radioed the all clear to his demolition team.

Madu cupped his hands over his ears and turned away from the crater’s mouth. Within seconds, the ground trembled as a hollow explosion sounded beneath his feet. The air filled with dust, small fragments of rock rained down around him, and he turned to see the results — just as the
second
set of explosions began. 

This time, facing the crater, the bang rocked the earth around him, and Madu couldn’t help falling to the ground. He landed on his back, and two of his officers grabbed him and pulled him back up. Embarrassed, he shook them away, brushed the dust off his clothing, and continued barking orders. 

“Bayoumi! Mounier! Get that belay line and mark off the initial descent!” The rest of the soldiers occupied, milling about in the crater as they unloaded boxes, checked magazines, and reloaded weapons. 

The two soldiers he’d yelled at joined two others — Madu’s snipers — by the gaping hole in the center of the crater, and together prepared the safety harnesses and belay lines for the impending rappel. As he watched them work, Madu’s thoughts turned again to his father. 

He and his brother Heri sat on a rock outside their childhood home, while their father ranted on and on about the al-Bal’laorah al-Qadeem.
Ancient Crystal
, Madu thought now, as he remembered his fathers’ words. 

“This will be the discovery of a lifetime — this crystal, you see. You and Heri will see, you know,” his father said, sloshing his words like the wine bottle he’d been sipping from. “When I find it — when
we
find it — you see, it will be ‘beneath the earth,’ as the ancients have left it. We shall find it by journeying together, my boys, and what an adventure it will be!” 

Madu remembered scoffing at his father while Heri sat in awe at the tale. He remembered feeling the same awe and inspiration when he was as young as Heri; the promise of riches and fame pouring from his poor father’s mouth as they sat together — sometimes at their dirty table in the slums of their neighborhood, other times in a cheap motel room in some far corner of the Eastern world, following a myth and a dream. 

Now, as he looked out over the volcano, he wondered if it truly could be real. al-Bal’laorah al-Qadeem was certainly more than a legend to some, but Madu still had doubts. 

But it didn’t matter. 

He wanted to find the crystal, yes. But what Madu Jabari
really
wanted was revenge. 

The anger that had been welling inside of him had only grown deeper and darker since they’d left Petra. His scouts had reported the fate of Sergeant Aines, and while he could never truly
understand
the depth of his own anger, he knew how to satiate it.  

He had to feed it. 

Finding the crystal was a mission he would love to fulfill — accepting the highest praise from his country — and even the world — would be a major boost for his next campaign. The Journal of Egyptian Archaeology would run a front-page story on him and his find, and he’d be a celebrity in most of the Eastern world. 

But revenge had brought him here. 

It was revenge that had fueled him to track them down. His intelligence officers had claimed that Vilocek’s team was split into two units, both headed slightly south, toward Chile. When he had his radio operator hack into the network Vilocek’s team was using, he was able to find out that they’d been running along a line of ancient sites that spread around globe. 

He heard names of sites he’d actually been to as a boy, following along on his father’s drunken treasure quests. Angkor Wat, the Great Pyramid of Giza, Petra. 

He’d heard names of places his father used to speak of, even recalling evenings when his father would sprawl out maps of locations and plan future trips, to places like Machupiccu, the Oracle at Siwa, and the ancient city of Ur. 

He was amazed to hear that these locations were all on the same great circle — a line that stretched around the world like the Equator. During the flight he’d confirmed for himself that all of the points were either directly on that line, or within a mile or two of it. 

Maybe his father had been on to something. 

It was too bad he couldn’t be here to share in the discovery — if there was one to be made. 

He pushed the nostalgia aside, focusing on the tightening ball of fury growing in his mind. The anger was a catalyst, a fuel that would drive him to success today, deep beneath the earth. 

10:26 AM - EASTER ISLAND 

The rappel into the volcanic shaft was much quicker than Madu had anticipated. He had much less difficulty than he’d feared, and his aging body fared quite well. He knew that rappelling
down
was much easier than climbing
up,
but he still thought the sport fit more for youth than crotchety old politicians. 

I guess there’s some soldier left in me after all,
Madu said to himself as he landed on the narrow edge at the bottom. He nodded to his belay man, Mounier, who unclipped Madu’s carabiner from the climbing rope and clipped it to another line on the other end of the ledge. Madu looked at the rope, dangling into the blackness at his feet.

One of the snipers spoke at his side. “Jabari — we will lower you down, it’s only twenty feet. There, you will land on a small circular platform, attached to a stalactite next to this shaft.”

Madu only nodded, still staring into the void. 

“From there, you will need to use the marked handholds to continue. Private Rafeil went down already, and marked the route with luminescent paint. We’re atop a large dome. You are still belayed, but it is mostly a hand-over-hand climb for the initial fifty feet. Rafeil is waiting at the base of the dome for you. On your count.”