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by Rob Jones

CHAPTER THIRTY

  “No!” Lea screamed.

  Devlin was closest to the professor and leaped into the line of fire but it was too late; he crashed into the ground beside the now dead Henk Kloos.

  “You bastard, Kruger!” Lea yelled. “He was innocent.”

  Hawke saw Zito rub his jaw and cast an anxious glance at Bruno and his other men. The look on his face said: this guy’s unpredictable and Bruno seemed to share the opinion.

  “Innocent!” Kruger scoffed.

  Devlin clambered to his knees and checked Kloos’s pulse. He turned to the others and shook his head and then got to his feet. He dusted himself off and looked Kruger in the eye. “Where I come from, shooting an unarmed man makes you a proper fucking coward.”

  “He was completely dispensable,” Kruger said. “As will you be when you get the lid off this tomb.” He swung the gun up. “Get moving you vermin.”

  Hawke rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the edge of the slate lid. The others joined him while Kruger, Zito and the gunmen kept a safe distance away from the action.

  At first there was no movement, but then they all felt something click and the slate began to move. Hawke improved his grip on the heavy lid and pushed harder. He thought for a moment he had caught a glimpse of some kind of blue glowing light emanating from the inside of the sarcophagus. Its strange, unique glow reminded him of something, but he couldn’t remember what it was...

  Atlantis.

  It reminded him of Atlantis – specifically the buzzing, neon color the sunken city had glowed when it had started to rupture and the entire underwater metropolis had exploded in a giant fireball.

  He tipped his head and peered beneath the slate cap. It was halfway open now, and he saw that he’d imagined nothing – something inside the sarcophagus was definitely glowing the same soft, fuzzy lambent blue he had witnessed on the terrible day of the Seastead battle. He realized that the alluring light wasn't the only thing linking that day to this – Dirk Kruger was another common factor.

  “Stop dawdling, you lazy bastards,” Kruger yelled. “And hurry the fuck up.” The South African slid the bolt back on his rifle to underline the seriousness of his mood.

  With one final push, the team managed to heave the lid off the top of the sarcophagus. It crashed to the stone floor and broke in two, producing a large cloud of dust in the air around the stone coffin. When it cleared they all moved a step closer and peered into the light and what they saw amazed them all.

  They were looking at a stone carving of a corpse.

  The stonemason’s work was intricate. It was holding its hands together over its chest as if in prayer, and at its side was a yellowed, ragged cloth stretching from its waist down to its boots.

  “What the hell is it?”

  “It’s a gisant,” Ryan said.

  Hawke shot him a glance. “Eh?”

  “A cadaver tomb, or a memento mori tomb,” he said. “We call them effigy tombs. What we’re looking at here is a depiction of Arthur’s rotting corpse. It means the real thing is underneath, almost certainly.”

  “Who gives a damn about his corpse?” Kruger said. He took a step back and raised his rifle. When the stock was neatly in his shoulder he pointed the barrel in Ryan’s face. “Open up that cloth. I want to see the glow more clearly.”

  Kruger and his men took a cautious step back. They were clearly expecting another booby trap, but when Ryan carefully opened the cloth they knew at once it was no trap. As he pulled it open, the dark, neon glow covered his hands and forearms, and then the young man’s face was the same ghostly hue.

  There, at Arthur’s side was a long, wide blade, and its gentle blue glow almost seemed to hum and buzz in the dark chamber.

  They were looking at the Sword of Fire.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  Mesmerized by the mellow glow, Lea stared at the sword and noticed a line of tiny symbols carved into the hilt. “You see those symbols, Ry?”

  He nodded. “They have a strong resemblance to those on the idols.”

  “For fuck’s sake, is this thing Excalibur or not?” Scarlet asked.

  “Maybe, maybe not,” Ryan said. He cast his eyes down to Professor Kloos’s dead body and then he looked at Kruger with utter contempt. “The one man who would know for sure is dead.”

  Kruger lowered his rifle and laughed. “If you idiots knew the first thing about this game you’re playing you’d know it doesn’t matter if you call the damned thing Excalibur, the Sword of Fire, or anything else. This sword is a gateway.”

  As Kruger’s word echoed in the cavern, Hawke looked at him sharply. “What do you mean a gateway?”

  Kruger jabbed the Englishman’s chest. “You mind your own damned business, cuiter.”

  Hawke resisted the impulse to grab Kruger’s finger and snap it off before landing the punch of his life on the arms dealer’s leathery face. Vermaak was loitering somewhere behind him with a MP5 in his hands, and Zito and Bruno and the other men were still armed and maintaining a good distance.

  In normal circumstances he would take Kruger by the neck and use him as a human shield; buy some time, barter his way out using the boss’s life as currency, but these were not normal circumstances. He had seen the look in Zito’s eyes when Kruger pushed him around, and if he used the South African as a human shield he was one hundred per cent certain Zito would use them both for target practice. The only question was why Zito hadn’t already killed them all now the sword had been found. He guessed the ancient relic didn’t mean much to the Italian mobster and that he was waiting for a large cash payment.

  “Now get out of my way, you fools,” Kruger snarled.

  With the danger of any booby trap now gone, Kruger pushed his way forward through the small collection of people gathered around the sarcophagus and leaned inside to get the sword, but before he did he was careful to wrap it up again.

  He moved away from the sarcophagus and carefully placed the covered sword inside a leather bag. “You,” he said, pointing a commanding finger at Bruno. “Take this bag, and guard it with your life. It’s the most precious thing on this whole fucking planet, you understand?”

  Bruno stayed calm. He glanced at Zito who gave a shallow nod. After the nod, Bruno casually strolled over to the bag and lifted it over his shoulder, never once taking his eyes off Kruger and Vermaak.

  Hawke guessed the South African would have preferred to give the sword to Vermaak but knew he wanted the commando’s arms free in case any trouble kicked off with Zito’s crew.

  “It’s time for me to bid you farewell, Hawke,” Kruger said. “You have been a worthy adversary, but I won in the end.” He turned to Vermaak. “Get the men out of here!”

  Vermaak ordered the others out of the tomb and they began to file out with Bruno and the sword at the front of the line.

  Kruger raised the rifle and pointed it at Hawke’s face. He started to leave the tomb, walking backwards and never breaking the gun’s aim. “When I seal this tomb you’ll die in the dark, you bastards. All of you – like desperate, starving rats. They eat each other to stay alive, you know. I wonder what starvation and fear will drive all of you to?”

  One of Zito’s men was last, moving slowly past Hawke and the others, but he wasn’t as careful as Kruger and came too close – close enough to strike.

  Kruger saw it first and cried out: “Look out, you fool!”

  But it was too late.

  Hawke struck his hand out with the speed and accuracy of a Cobra attacking a mouse. In one fluid movement he grabbed the man’s gun, twisted it from his hand, broke his wrist and powered his other fist into his jaw. Before anyone knew what was happening, Hawke was diving through the air to the cover of the sarcophagus and firing the weapon at Kruger, yelling at his friends to get down.

  Kruger stayed cool, crouching down behind a boulder and tracking Hawke with his rifle. Hawke guessed years hunting big game on illegal safaris had trained the South African to hold his nerve in dangerous situations.
r />   From the cover of the sarcophagus, Hawke craned his neck to check if the others were safe. Lea slid in beside him, and Ryan arrived a second later. Scarlet and Reaper were taking cover behind one of the other cadaver tombs, while Kim and Danny Devlin were safely behind one of the stone support pillars.

  That was the good news. The bad news was that Bruno had left the tomb with the sword and Kruger and Vermaak were now jogging out of sight in the tunnel right behind him. Giancarlo Zito and the rest of the Italians were forming a barrier between the ECHO team and the sword.

  “We have to stop them, Joe!” said Lea.

  “Gotta get past these fucknuts first,” Scarlet said.

  “Cairo’s right,” Hawke said. “And it looks like Reaper’s made a start.”

  The former French legionnaire was able to exploit his position on the far west of the chamber and was using the support stone columns as cover to inch closer to the Italians. When he was close enough to do some damage, Hawke put down some more cover fire and distracted the enemy, and then the Frenchman attacked.

  Lunging forward from the final column, his attack was obscured by the shadows until the last second. He grabbed the nearest man around the neck and Lea winced when he roughly twisted his head and snapped his neck. The terrible sound was covered by the noise of the gunfire, and now Reaper had his weapon – a Heckler & Koch VP9 – and he used it without mercy.

  Using Reaper’s attack for cover, Hawke and Lea moved forward now until they were in the thick of the battle. They both watched as one of Zito’s men turned and fled, but they had no need to take him down: Giancarlo Zito himself raised his gun and fired three times, cutting his own man down.

  Hawke seized the moment. He grabbed Zito’s arm and leaned into him as he twisted the SIG from his gun hand and brought his elbow up into his face. The Englishman kicked the SIG to Lea who snatched it up while he spun around and smashed his fist into the Italian’s face and exploded his nose.

  Two men came to their boss’s aid, dragging Hawke off and piling punches into him. Hawke fought back, but a bloodied Zito was already staggering to his feet and lurching toward the entrance tunnel. He greedily snatched a submachine gun from the hands of one of his men and turned it on Hawke. He fired at the Englishman, even though it meant hitting the two men who had just saved him.

  Hawke saw it coming, hit the dust and rolled to cover as fast as he could, while above him Zito’s insane desire for revenge on the former SBS man peppered his own men with lead and tore them to shreds.

  *

  Scarlet, Ryan and Devlin charged forward to the entrance tunnel but Zito was ready and met them with another savage hail of gunfire. They dived for cover as Zito now retreated in the tunnel and fired warning bursts of automatic fire from his submachine gun. The rounds traced through the cave, lit by the gun’s muzzle flash in a macabre strobe effect that flashed white up the sides of the rocky walls.

  As Zito slowly retreated, most of his men followed, but the last of them decided to have another go, and one of them had Scarlet in his sights. He fired at her, but his gun jammed and that gave the English woman the only chance she ever needed.

  She lunged at him and moved into the fighting stance. The man laughed, but his mirth was cut savagely short by a brutal palm strike that smacked into his chin and fired his head back so hard it nearly broke his neck.

  “You people are really starting to get on my nerves, fucksqueek,” she said.

  The man made no reply, but took a swing at her.

  She dodged the blow and sighed. “I can’t decide whether to kill him or date him.”

  “Why not do both?” Ryan called over. “If it’s good enough for the Black Widow, what’s stopping you?”

  “Really, darling,” she purred. “Sexual cannibalism is hardly my thing.”

  He swung another punch and she twisted as she ducked backward and avoided it by millimeters. She regained her balance and fired a no-nonsense tiger-punch into the man’s throat. He pulled his arms up and blocked her punch with his right hand which he now squeezed into a fist in a bid to break her fingers.

  Anyone else would have screamed, but Scarlet brought her left leg up into the man’s balls and delivered a hefty whack where it hurt most.

  The man grunted in pain and released her hand, giving her enough time to grab his hand and turn it around one-eighty, breaking it right out of his wrist socket. The grunt turned into a howl and he fell to his knees to nurse his broken wrist.

  “Please,” Scarlet said. “Let me help you with your pain.”

  She snapped out a vicious scissor kick and belted him down into the dirt. She knew he was out cold without even having to look at him. She could tell by the level of resistance she felt when her boot struck the side of his head.

  She heard a scream of rage.

  She turned to see Lea swinging a piece of rock at arm’s length in a wide arc and bringing it crashing down on the side of a goon’s head. He grunted and crumpled to the floor, knocked out cold.

  Across the chamber, Hawke was struggling in his own battle. She watched as he punched his opponent’s jaw, sending him stumbling back over the rubble of the shattered sarcophagus lid and falling onto the floor.

  “Had enough yet, dickhead?” he yelled, and punched him several more times before picking up one of the slate fragments of the lid and slamming it into his temple. The impact split the skin open and blood gushed out over the rock, but the man was out like a light. Hawke tossed the rock down and pulled himself up to his full height, scanning the chamber for another fight. He locked eyes on Scarlet as he heaved his breath back.

  “I think we’re done and dusted, darling,” she said.

  The two of them high-fived and then turned to see the rest of the team waiting at the entrance.

  “That’s quite a show you two put on,” Kim said. “But are you coming or not?”

  “Kruger’s getting away, Cairo,” Ryan shouted. “Have you finished your foreplay or not?”

  Scarlet walked casually over to them and dusted her hands off. As she passed Ryan she said, “If I didn’t know it would turn you on I’d put you in a nose hold for that.”

  Ryan laughed and they too shared a high-five. “You’re an arsehole, Cairo.”

  “And I love you too.”

  Hawke looked at them both as if they were his brother and sister. “Can we move on now, please?”

  “After you, darling.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  Leaving the chaos and carnage of the tomb behind them, they emerged into the bright daylight and for a moment it was just like any other peaceful day. The wind blew through the valley and in the distance they heard the shriek of a red kite cutting through the sunny sky.

  “Any sign of the bastards?” Devlin said.

  “Right there,” said Hawke, pointing at the fleeing party. They were sprinting down a rocky path toward an open field to the west of the main lake. Some men Kruger had ordered to stay with the Jeeps had driven the vehicles around to the field and were waiting there with their engines idling.

  Bruno was already at the Jeeps and was clambering into one of them with the sword. When he reached the safety of the vehicles, Kruger looked back and then leaning on the hood he aimed his hunting rifle and took a few more pot shots.

  Hawke and the others scrambled for cover. Even if they’d had their handguns they would have been like peashooters compared with the South African’s high-powered hunting rifle and they had no chance against him. The attack came to an end and they peered down to see Kruger had leaned his rifle against the Jeep and was now screaming at someone on his phone.

  “Looks like something hasn’t gone to plan,” Kim said.

  Lea sighed. “By the time we get down there they’ll be long gone.”

  “Horsecrap,” Scarlet said. “We can still get them if we get back to the Highlander, plus we’ve got more guns there as well. How far are they going to get on these roads?”

  They sprinted along the ridge of the caldera and then
down the southern slope, past where they had slept the night before. Rounding the side of a low rise, their Highlander was still parked up on the side of the track. They jumped in and Hawke stamped on the throttle, hammering the hybrid SUV up the side of the mountain.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Ryan yelled, pointing in the opposite direction. “The road is that way!”

  “We’re not going on the road.”

  “What?” Kim said.

  “We’re going over the top of that ridge and then down the other side,” Hawke said. “It’s the only way we’re going to catch up with Kruger.”

  Devlin laughed. “And you say I’m the one who’s crazy!”

  Lea gasped. “But it’s almost a vertical drop the other side, Joe!”

  “They’re weren’t kidding when they said whoever sleeps on this mountain either ends up a madman or a poet,” Scarlet said. “And you’re no poet, darling.”

  Hawke slammed the Toyota down into third, sighed and struck the tone of a disappointed father. “Didn’t any of you survey the terrain on the way up?”

  “Well...” Devlin said.

  “Christ,” Hawke said. “What about you, SAS?”

  “I was too busy filing my nails,” Scarlet purred.

  “If you had you would have seen that to the west of the caldera the mountain begins to recede into a more gradual incline. If we drive along the ridge for a few hundred meters we can turn north and drive down one of the shallower slopes. We’ll save fifteen minutes.”

  Suitably chastened, the team sat in silence while the former SBS man moved down the through the gears and pushed the powerful SUV up the steep southern slope. After some slipping and sliding around on mud and rogue patches of scree, he made the ridge and they were met by a breathtaking view of Dolgellau and the Mawddach River valley stretching away to the west.

  “Anyone see Kruger’s jeeps yet?” Kim said.

  “Not yet,” said Lea.

  Hawke change gear. “We need to get further along.”

 

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