The Atlantis Stone
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"I will. You had better hope she verifies your story."
"Everything was destroyed," Nick said. "There's no reason to try and hide it. When your people get into that room they'll find plenty of evidence to back me up."
"The room no longer exists. It is filled with many tons of stone. The heat from the fire brought down the roof."
"Then you'll have to take my word for it."
"Why were you seeking this...archive?"
"We were looking for information about an unknown energy used by the Atlanteans to build their civilization. We thought those records would tell us what we needed to know, if we could find them. The same energy was probably used to move the stones in your pyramids and lift them into place."
Karimi gave him an incredulous look. "You expect me to believe that?"
"General, I don't expect anything. You asked me what we were doing there. I told you. I know you're not a man to be trifled with."
Karimi had considered torturing the Americans to get at the truth but had decided it would be more profitable to return them unharmed and claim a reasonable reward. Carter's story confirmed his decision. No one would make up a story like that and tell it to the man who could turn his life into agony.
"You said everything was destroyed."
"Yes. Wood doesn't get any drier than those chests. The fire went through them like they were soaked in gasoline."
Karimi pressed a button on his desk. The door opened. The aide waited for instructions.
"Take him back to the others."
Nick got up and walked out the door, the aide a step behind.
Karimi thought for a moment. First he would call Harker and see what she said about Carter's story. Then he would offer to return her operatives to America without unpleasant interference from the authorities, for a small consideration. That left the Russian.
Karimi had dealt with SVR in the past. He knew the director, Vysotsky, a reasonable man who understood how things worked in Egypt. Vysotsky would pay well for the return of his operative and the avoidance of bad publicity for the Federation.
That left the question of who would take the blame for defiling the pyramid and the Sphinx. The answer was simple. Karimi would blame everything on ISIS. It would be easy enough to round up suspects.
Visions of his ever-increasing bank account danced in his mind's eye. Karimi took out his satellite phone and called Director Harker.
CHAPTER 53
Women and men were kept in separate sections of Karimi's special interrogation center, but gender brought no benefits in accommodations. The walls were of cinderblock, the cell doors of iron bars. Prisoners slept on a dirt floor. Interrogations took place in a separate room, away from the cells. The cries of anyone unfortunate enough to be taken there could be heard throughout the building.
Huge cockroaches clustered around the stinking bucket that served as a toilet in Selena's cell. They showed no fear of her at all. She'd decided to relieve herself on the floor before she would use that bucket.
Valentina's cell was two down from hers. As far as Selena could tell, the rest of the cells in the short hallway were empty. When they'd first arrived there had been a woman in the next cell over, but she'd been taken away. Later, Selena had heard screaming. The woman hadn't returned.
Selena didn't want to think about what might have happened to her.
"Sister, can you hear me?" Valentina's voice was quiet.
"I hear you. Are you all right?"
"Yes. And you?"
"Yes. You tried to throw me your gun, didn't you? When we were in that room?"
"I knew I couldn't shoot Rostov before I went down," Valentina said. "That bitch got what she deserved."
"Why did she shoot you?"
Valentina gave a weak laugh. It turned into a prolonged fit of coughing. "She was like one of those scorpions. It was her nature. Her boss probably put her up to it."
"Volkov?"
"He is ambitious and jealous of my organization's success. He would like to bring back the KGB. I am sure General Vysotsky and myself would be at the top of his list for the courtyard at the Lubyanka and a bullet in the back of the head."
"I thought all that was over," Selena said.
"If you thought that you are naïve."
Selena was quiet. She thought about her father and his illegitimate daughter. Her sister.
"What are you thinking?" Valentina asked.
"I was thinking about our father."
"Your father, maybe. Not mine. Mine was a biological accident."
"If you like."
"You had a father. I had instructors."
"You had your mother. What was she like?"
"She was KGB. What do you think she was like?"
Oh, Valentina, you are so angry.
"It's strange," Selena said, "you and I."
"I know. I wish we were not enemies."
"We don't have to be. You could come to America."
Valentina started to laugh. It changed to coughing. "Why don't you come to Russia? I think that would be better."
"I'm serious. There's a place for you there."
"You really are naïve, aren't you, sister?"
Selena changed the subject. "What do you think they'll do with us?"
"We work for clever people, you and I. I think we will be going home soon."
"How did you know where the ruins were?"
"You mean in the ocean?"
"Yes."
"It was on the computer in your hotel room."
"You took it?"
"You should be grateful it was me who found it and not Rostov. You and your friends are not very good at knowing when you are being watched."
The thought was chilling. Selena put it away for another time.
"Maybe you're better at concealment than you think."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Valentina said.
The outer door of their cellblock scraped open. Two guards came in. They stopped in front of Selena's cell. One of them took out a key and unlocked it.
"Come."
"What about her?"
"Never mind about her. Come."
As they escorted her out of the building, Selena heard Valentina call after her.
"Don't worry, sister. We'll see each other again."
I hope so, Selena thought.
CHAPTER 54
Karimi had released Valentina and sent her back to Moscow. General Alexei Vysotsky was reading her report for the third time, with satisfaction.
It was everything he needed to discredit Volkov with President Orlov. Rostov had been following Volkov's orders. If she hadn't interfered, the mysterious stone that controlled the ancient force would now be in the Kremlin's hands.
Orlov had become obsessed with thoughts of finding the archive of Atlantis. He'd demanded daily updates while the mission was unfolding. Now no one would ever know what had been in those records, or what might have been accomplished if the Atlantis stone had been brought back to Russia. The Americans had failed to get what they wanted, but that was of small comfort to the Russian president.
Orlov was angry.
Alexei was certain Volkov's story of events would be different from Valentina's. He was meeting with the president and Volkov in an hour at Orlov's office in the Kremlin. Alexei planned to bring Valentina with him and have her wait outside. It was obvious Orlov was attracted to her. He would want to hear her story in person. When he did, it would be Volkov's word against Valentina's. Alexei thought he knew who would be believed.
He was looking forward to the meeting.
His intercom sounded. "Major Antipov is here."
"Send her in."
When she entered the room Alexei saw she was in pain from her wound. Her face was pale and drawn. There were deep bags under her eyes.
Even better, Alexei thought. Orlov will feel sorry for his little dove.
"Valentina. Sit down. We have work to do today."
Alexei reached into his desk drawer and to
ok out the vodka and two small glasses. He poured the liquor and handed her a glass.
"Drink this. It will help with the pain."
"Na'zdrovnya." They lifted glasses. She downed the shot. "What work?"
Alexei set his empty glass down on the desk.
"I am meeting with Orlov and Volkov in less than an hour. I'm taking you with me. You'll wait outside until I summon you."
"Should I be flattered? Why do you need me there?"
"You really must learn to curb your insolence, Valentina. Others may not be so tolerant of your petty rebellions."
Valentina bit back a sharp reply. "Yes, General."
"President Orlov will want to hear what happened from you."
"Doesn't he have my report?"
"Are you really so obtuse? Orlov wants to bed you. I want his desire to fuel his anger at Volkov."
"I suppose you would like me to seduce him."
"That would be an excellent result. Today would be a good day to begin. Nothing obvious, but I want you to plant the seed of an affair."
"And if I don't want to have sex with him?"
"Has that mattered in the past? It's an assignment, for the good of the nation."
Valentina wanted to point out that it was for the good of Vysotsky, not the nation. She kept her thoughts to herself. If she were honest, there was a certain attraction to seducing one of the most powerful men in the world. Getting him into bed would be easy. The challenge was whether or not she would be able to control him.
"You understand?" Alexei said.
"Yes."
"I want you to paint Rostov in the worst possible light. I want you to make sure Orlov knows she was acting under Volkov's direct orders when she decided to kill the Americans."
"Was she?" Valentina asked.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is the perception."
"Rostov was a bitch. I won't have any trouble describing her."
Alexei looked at his watch. "A car should be waiting downstairs for us. One more thing."
"Yes?"
"Limp a little when you come into the room. You are the wounded soldier, betrayed by the actions of those who were supposed to support you."
"Perhaps I should put a pebble in my shoe."
For a second Alexei thought she was serious. He shook his finger at her.
"There you go again," he said.
The ride to the Kremlin took about thirty minutes on a good day. Today, Moscow traffic was terrible. Even Vysotsky's escort had trouble getting through the mess. They arrived only minutes before the meeting was due to begin. Two uniformed guards stood outside the open doors of Orlov's office. Alexei saw that Volkov had arrived before him. He sat in a gilded chair in front of Orlov's desk. A second chair was empty.
"Wait out here," Vysotsky said to Valentina.
The guards closed the tall doors to the office behind him.
Orlov looked at his watch. "You are exactly on time, General. Please sit."
Alexei took a seat. His chair had a high, curved back and a red plush seat.
"General Volkov has been telling me an interesting story," Orlov said. "He says Major Antipov killed Major Rostov. That her actions led to the failure of the mission."
"He is lying, Mister President. He wishes to cover up the results of his orders. Major Rostov is the one responsible for the destruction of the archive. She tried to kill Major Antipov and was going to kill the Americans."
"He is the one who is lying," Volkov said. "Antipov took every opportunity to prevent Major Rostov from succeeding. She was protecting the American spy, her sister."
Orlov held up his hand. "Stop. I will not sit here and listen to this bickering. One of you is lying. I am going to find out who it is. General Vysotsky."
"Yes, Mister President."
"I saw Major Antipov outside. Bring her in."
Volkov said, "She doesn't belong here."
"Be quiet, General."
Alexei went to the doors and pushed one open. "Major Antipov. Come."
Valentina rose and limped into Orlov's office. She came to attention in front of his desk and saluted.
"At ease, Major. You are wounded?"
"Yes, Mister President. It's nothing."
"Sit."
"Sir."
Valentina sat down.
"Tell me what happened in Egypt."
"Yes, sir. Where would you like me to begin?"
"I have read the reports of General Volkov and General Vysotsky. Begin on the night you entered the pyramid. What were your instructions?"
"I was instructed to observe the actions of the American spies and to avoid intervention unless absolutely necessary."
"Your instructions were only to observe and gather information?"
"Yes, sir. If possible, I was to locate the records of the Atlantis civilization. The Americans had more information than we did. It made sense to follow them. Major Rostov and I observed them enter the pyramid in the afternoon during the regular tourist hours. That evening they returned. The guide they had employed earlier opened the gate to the entrance and let them in."
"What time was that?"
"About ten that night. The complex was deserted. Major Rostov and I followed them into the pyramid. The Americans had discovered and opened a hidden entrance to a system of tunnels. The tunnels led to a large chamber filled with the records we were seeking."
"Then what happened?"
"We disarmed them. Rostov told them to stand against a wall. I asked her what she intended to do. She was going to kill them. I asked her how she was going to explain the bodies. That is when she shot me."
"You are lying!" Volkov said.
Orlov looked at him. His voice was hard and cold as the frozen steppes of Siberia. "Be quiet. I will not ask you again."
He turned back to Valentina. "Continue, Major."
"It gets confusing after that. I was on the floor. Rostov started shooting at the Americans. One of her bullets struck the chemical lighting in the room. That's what started the fire. Rostov shot at them and they fired back. She was hit. As she went down her gun set off a trap that fell and killed her."
"General Volkov says Major Rostov told him you were obstructing her investigation. That you were doing it because your sister was part of the American team and that you were in contact with her."
"If she said that, she lied."
"You are a disgrace to your uniform," Volkov said. "You are a traitor. I will see you broken for what you just said."
Valentina flushed. "You don't scare me, General. You are a pedophile and a liar. I know about the little girls you take out to your dacha. Although I suspect President Orlov is unaware of your sexual preferences."
Alexei was surprised. He knew Volkov's dirty secret but he hadn't thought that Valentina did. He'd held back from using it against his rival except as a last resort. Now it was unnecessary. If Orlov believed her, Valentina had just sealed Volkov's fate. Whatever else he was, Orlov was a man who did not tolerate sexual deviancy.
"General Vysotsky. Is this true?"
"I hesitated to bring this to you without firm proof, Mister President. Yes, I believe it is true."
"General Volkov? Do you deny the accusation?"
"Of course I deny it. It's another one of her lies."
Orlov had been watching Volkov as he responded. Now he touched a button on his desk. The doors swung open. The two guards entered the room.
"Arrest General Volkov. Take him to Lefortovo. Put him in isolation."
Volkov's voice rose, a note of desperation creeping in. "Mister President, she is lying."
"Is she?" Orlov gestured to the guards. "Take him away."
They dragged Volkov out of the room, protesting. The doors closed behind them.
"I am sorry you had to go through this unpleasant experience, Valentina. May I call you Valentina?"
"Of course, Mister President." She smiled at him. "It's an honor."
"Your wound is healing?"
"Yes, sir."
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"Others besides yourself observed Major Rostov's hostility toward you. I have a report from the captain of the Tolstoy. He has no love for the Americans but lays the blame for the damages to his ship primarily on Rostov."
"She provoked them by sabotaging their undersea vehicle."
"So he says. You have been very brave, my dear."
"I was only doing my duty."
Valentina cast her eyes down as she spoke. If Vysotsky hadn't known better, he would have thought her humility was real.
CHAPTER 55
In Virginia, Elizabeth eyed Nick and the others. The long flight from Egypt had left them looking like something Burps had dragged in from outside.
"You're certain nothing is left?"
"Not a chance," Nick said. "I've never seen anything burn as fast or as hot as that. Karimi said the heat brought down the roof. Everything is buried under tons of stone."
"Do we have any other leads we can follow? Selena?"
"There's nothing, Elizabeth. There might have been a clue in the undersea ruins but they're gone too. I had the stone in my hands but now it's gone. Whatever the secret was, it's lost."
"The French succeeded in translating the writing on the museum tablet. They're calling it a hoax."
"That doesn't surprise me," Selena said. "Anytime something new shows up challenging accepted dogma, people attack it. The French and everyone else will always resist any idea of an earlier civilization."
"General Karimi knows what happened," Nick said.
Elizabeth said, "He blamed the damage to the pyramid and the Sphinx on ISIS. The government is throwing money at him to protect what he calls 'Egypt's sacred history.' It's not to his advantage to say anything."
"No one would believe him anyway."
"There's been some interesting fallout in Russia," Elizabeth said. "Rostov's boss has been arrested. He's being accused of crimes against the state, whatever that means."
"It means Orlov blames him for what happened."
"That's my reading," Elizabeth said.
"Who's going to replace him?"
"No one knows. There are rumors Orlov may reconstitute the KGB and bring foreign and domestic security back under one roof. If he does, General Vysotsky could be the new director."