Purge of Babylon (Book 5): The Ashes of Pompeii

by Sisavath, Sam

  The lights up and down the beach had buzzed to life by the time darkness enveloped the island in a nice thick blanket, and soon even the quiet hum of the lamps was drowned out by the sloshing of water against the sand. The wind was picking up, and a nice breeze washed over him. He was glad for the long-sleeve wool sweater he’d found at the hotel’s lost-and-found room. Even the lake seemed to know something was about to happen as soon as night fell.

  He heard their footsteps against the cobblestone pathway before someone called over, “Shouldn’t you be hiding with the women and children?”

  They looked like brother and sister with their blond hair, matching broken noses, and facial scars. The girl, Gaby, was gangly but obviously athletic, and actually looked comfortable with the M4 for a civilian. The gun belt sagged a bit against her narrow hips, mostly thanks to the heavy ammo pouches she was carrying.

  “Apparently I’m neither women or children enough,” Keo said.

  “Coulda fooled me,” the guy, Danny, said.

  Keo smirked.

  “See what I mean?” Danny said to the girl. “Mercs have no sense of humor. It’s always shoot this, shoot that, and where’s my money with them.”

  “Not all of us get to live off Uncle Sam’s teats,” Keo said. “Some of us actually have to work for a living.”

  “You good at keeping the lights on, Kia?”

  “I’ve sent a few Army Rangers packing in my time.”

  “Oh ho, don’t mess with this guy.”

  They walked over and stood next to him, and the three of them stared off at the darkening lake in silence for a moment. It wouldn’t be long now until the shoreline in the distance became indistinguishable from the nothingness gathering beyond the lights of the island.

  “Wind’s picking up,” Danny said.

  “Is that a good or bad sign?” the girl asked.

  “Depends…”

  “On?”

  “If you believe in good and bad signs. Me, I just pay attention to the ones that say ‘Stop’ and the ones with dresses on the door.”

  Gaby was focusing on the white yacht at the end of the piers. It looked like a sleeping whale waiting to be awakened, moving slightly against the waves. “What exactly are we going to do with that thing?”

  “Part of Lara’s Plan Z,” Danny said.

  “Plan D,” the girl corrected him.

  “Plan D?”

  “Yeah. She says it sounds better than Plan Z. Less last resort-ish.”

  “Sure, if you want to take all the fun out of it.” He looked over at Keo. “What about you, Karaoke, you prefer Plan Z or Plan D?”

  “As long as it keeps me alive at the end of the night, I don’t really give a shit,” Keo said.

  Danny chuckled. “Listen to this guy,” he said, jerking a thumb at Keo. “He actually thinks we’re going to survive tonight. Looks like someone wants the Captain Optimism title.”

  *

  At exactly 7:00 P.M., the earbud in his right ear, connected to the throat mic and Motorola radio clipped to a stripped-down assault vest, clicked, and he heard Lara’s voice. “Stan, come in.”

  Stan was the Mexican electrician, who as far as Keo knew was at the power station on the western part of the island. “I’m in position,” Stan said through the radio.

  “It’s seven,” Lara said. “Do it.”

  “Shutting down the power in five, four, three, two…one.”

  Then it got dark.

  Really, really dark.

  The lamps that lined the beach and stretched out into the lake along with the three piers shut down one by one. Even though they were all solar-powered, the lighting system had a built-in manual power override, or so he’d been told. In a matter of seconds, the white sand and blue water of Beaufont Lake seemed to blink out of existence.

  His heartbeat actually accelerated as he sat there in complete darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the sudden shift. It had been so long since he found himself outside and exposed at night that for a very brief moment, Keo remembered what fear was.

  It took about thirty seconds, but he’d be damned if it didn’t feel more like thirty minutes before his vision finally adjusted to the new reality, and he could once again make out the waves lapping against the beach in front of him under the moonlight.

  “And so it begins,” Danny said in his right ear. Then, “Was that ominous enough?”

  “I give it an eight out of ten,” Gaby said through the comm.

  “I was going for at least a nine.”

  “Better luck next time.”

  “Yeah, that’s me. Better Luck Next Time Danny. That’s what they called me in college, you know.”

  “What school did you go to?” someone else asked through the radio. A woman. It sounded like either Bonnie’s little sister what’s-her-name or one of the other women whose names he hadn’t bothered to learn yet.

  “Um, I don’t know,” Danny said.

  “You don’t know?” the woman said, slightly amused.

  “Well, no one’s ever had a follow-up question before.”

  “Shouldn’t you have thought of one just in case?”

  “Everyone’s a critic.”

  “Hey, everyone, leave my boyfriend alone,” someone else said. Keo recognized Carly, the redhead. “Don’t listen to them, baby. Your jokes are awesome.”

  “Ah, thanks, babe. You’re the bestest. Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

  “Not yet, but the night’s still young.”

  “I think I’m going to throw up,” Gaby said.

  Keo tuned them out, which was difficult because he was connected to the same channel as the entire island. After a while, their playful back and forth faded into the background and he was able to focus on…absolutely nothing.

  He was sitting on the ground, his back pressed against a tree. The beach started less than a meter in front of him, and from his position he could see all of the piers, including the Trident, its white paint easily distinguishable in the darkness. Gaby was all the way on the other end of the beach, with the ex-Ranger somewhere in the middle.

  Finally, Lara’s voice cut through all the jokes that were still going back and forth. “Blaine, come in.”

  “Read you loud and clear,” Blaine answered.

  “Is he there with you?”

  The “he” in question was Gage, the boat captain.

  “In front of me now,” Blaine said.

  “Is he listening?” Lara asked.

  “He’s listening…”

  “Good. If he does something you don’t like—if it even looks like he might be thinking about doing something you won’t like—I want you to put a bullet in his other kneecap.”

  “I hear you loud and clear.” There was, Keo thought, almost giddiness in Blaine’s voice when he answered.

  No one likes you, Gage. That’s what happens when you go around marauding at the end of the world, dipshit.

  “All right, it’s time for you guys to go,” Lara said.

  “Roger that,” Blaine said. “We’ll see you when we see you.”

  The Trident came alive, its whisper-quiet engine and 1,400 horsepower starting as a low whine before rising in volume. A moment later, its anchor rose out of the water like a metal serpent.

  Keo hoped for their sake that whatever eyes the enemy had along the shorelines at the moment couldn’t make out the boat against the now-darkened island despite the white paint. The fact that the luxury yacht had powered up without turning on any of its lights would help to keep it invisible from a distance.

  The large vessel began moving, turning and sending waves crashing against the beach as it did so.

  “Thar she goes,” Danny said.

  “How’s he doing that without lights?” Gaby asked.

  “I guess that’s how he earned his captain’s hat. The rest of us have to parallel park, but they have to navigate by total darkness.”

  “Are you just making that up?” Carly asked.

  “Pr
etty much,” Danny said.

  Keo held the night-vision goggles up to his eyes in order to see the vessel more clearly. It was cautiously moving away from the island, the water under it churning, before it turned completely around with all the speed of a bloated metal whale. For a one-legged marauding asshole with no redeeming values, Gage was a hell of a boat captain, because the man was doing all of this without the benefit of a single spotlight on or off the vessel.

  “He’s wearing night-vision goggles,” Lara said through the comm. “That’s how he’s able to pilot in the dark.”

  “I guess he’s not that special after all,” Danny said.

  Keo could just make out Bonnie, the leggy ex-model, moving along the side of the main deck on the Trident. There was a third figure on the lower deck, but she had ducked inside as soon as the boat started moving. Probably Gwen, the short one with the impressive rack. He had yet to memorize everyone by name, and a part of him didn’t want to know.

  A click in his ear, and Gaby’s voice. “Can’t they still see the boat from shore?”

  “Can you see it without your night vision?” Lara asked.

  “Let me see…” A brief pause, then, “Barely.”

  “And you’re closer. If we’re lucky, they won’t be able to see it from the shorelines even with night vision.”

  ‘If we’re lucky,’ Keo thought with a slight smile. If you’re lucky, someone will survive tonight. If you’re unlucky, everyone will be dead, including me.

  Which sucks for all of us, but especially me.

  “We should have painted the whole thing black,” Danny was saying.

  “There was no time,” Lara said.

  The Trident was turning, before disappearing completely around the western corner of the island. He could still hear the engine, but it was already fading.

  “Seven-thirty,” Lara said in his right ear. “If they’re coming, it’s going to be soon. Everyone buckle down for the night. No one goes anywhere unless I give the order.”

  “Sheesh, who died and made her boss?” Danny asked.

  “Everyone,” Carly said.

  *

  Eight o’clock came and went, and nothing happened.

  The chatter over the radio had since died down, with only the occasional updates between Lara and the others spread out across the island. Or, in the case of Blaine, off-island. Everyone who didn’t have a gun and wasn’t in position to shoot something had been given explicit instructions not to break into the radio channel unless absolutely necessary. Much to his surprise, they were actually obeying protocol. Keo wasn’t used to civilians having that kind of discipline, but then he had to remind himself that everyone here had survived the end of the world. That, he guessed, took more than just dumb blind luck.

  “Nate, come in,” Lara said around 8:17 P.M.

  “Nate here.”

  The kid who had just arrived on the island with Gaby and Danny was patrolling the northern cliffs, with Carrie and Jo (or was it one of the other girls?) moving around in the same general vicinity. The beach was the obvious target—it was wide and easily accessible—which was why he and two others equipped with night vision were watching it. But there was a chance the collaborators might risk scaling the cliffs, the way they had the last time the island came under attack.

  “Anything on your end?” Lara asked.

  “Nothing so far,” Nate said. Keo could hear a slight wind in the background from Nate’s side. He guessed the kid was very close to the cliff.

  “Stay sharp, everyone.”

  “Will do,” Nate said.

  The other two women echoed him a second apart. He still couldn’t tell if one of them was Jo.

  “Danny,” Lara said.

  “Yes, milady,” Danny said.

  “How’s it going down there?”

  “No complaints. It’s a real beach.”

  “Nice,” Gaby said.

  “Thanks, kid.”

  “Stay sharp,” Lara said.

  “Don’t worry,” Danny said. “I’m so sharp they used to call me Danny The Really Sharp Guy back in college.”

  “And what college would that be?” someone asked.

  “Ah, man,” Danny groaned.

  *

  Nine o’clock came and went.

  Then ten…

  Click. “Maybe they’re not coming after all,” Carly said in his ear.

  “Babe, I’m Captain Optimism here, remember?” Danny said. “I just wrestled the title back from Kazaam over there.”

  “Who?”

  “Kazaam.”

  “I don’t know who that is,” Carly said.

  “Shaquille O’Neal?”

  “Okay, now you’re just making it worse.”

  “Nineties movie. Shaquille O’Neal played a genie named Kazaam.”

  There was silence over the radio.

  “You know who I’m talking about, don’t you, Kablooey?” Danny asked.

  “I don’t watch a lot of movies, sorry,” Keo said.

  “Ah, you guys suck. Remind me never to invite any of you over to movie night.”

  “Promise?” Gaby said.

  “That hurts. That really, really hurts.”

  “Hey, if you can’t take the heat,” Gaby started to say, when she stopped and said instead, “Danny.”

  “I see it,” Danny said. “Karaoke, your ten o’clock.”

  Keo had no trouble making them out against the green phosphor of the night-vision goggles he had put on an hour ago. Lara had given him a first-generation device, which was not nearly as bright or clear as the third-generation he was used to working with back in his old job. It was good enough, though, to let him spot the bright circles of light—at least a dozen of them—moving in their direction.

  They were spotlights at the front of a fleet of boats.

  He clicked his radio’s Push-To-Talk switch. “I see them.”

  “You have the better angle,” Danny said. “What’s the count?”

  “Ten.”

  “That’s more than last time. Looks like they’re going to love us to death with sheer numbers.”

  “You guys must be really special.”

  “It’s the special sauce. Everyone wants the special sauce.”

  “Ten boats?” Lara said through the radio. “Or ten spotlights, Keo?”

  “Boats,” Keo said. “Ten boats. Confirmed.”

  “Can you see what kind of boats?”

  “Not a chance. Give them ten more minutes.”

  “Benny, Carly?” Lara said.

  “Keo’s right,” Carly said through the radio. Carly was in the Tower with Benny, using night-vision binoculars to keep an eye on the surrounding lake. “I see ten separate lights moving from the southeast shoreline. They’re launching from the old marina.”

  “That doesn’t make sense,” Lara said. “They have the entire lake to launch from. Why the marina?”

  “Crazy kids be doing crazy things,” Danny said.

  “You think it’s a trick?” Gaby asked.

  Lara didn’t answer right away. After awhile, she said, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is where they’re headed. Nate, Carrie, and Jo, report in.”

  “I don’t see anything back here,” Carrie said.

  “Nothing here, either,” Jo said. “I can’t hear a single engine or see anything moving out there.”

  “Confirming the big fat nothing,” Nate said. “It looks like they’re going to hit the beach straight on, just like you said.” Then, sounding slightly anxious, “I’m heading over there now.”

  “No, stay where you are,” Lara said.

  “I’ll be more useful down there.”

  “Nate, I need everyone exactly where I put them. That’s an order.”

  “There’s nothing back here,” Nate said. “You were right. They’re going to assault the beach. That’s where I should be.”

  “Stay where you are.”

  “I’m coming—”

  “Nate,” Gaby said, “do what Lara s
ays. We’ll be fine over here.”

  “I can be more useful down there,” Nate said.

  “Please, hold your position. Lara knows what she’s doing.”

  “Gaby…”

  “Nate,” the girl said. There was a surprising hardness to her voice. “Please, stay where you are. We’ll be fine down here.”

  There was a brief pause, then Nate said, “Roger that.”

  Keo had to admit, he was impressed with the girl. He didn’t know a lot of nineteen-year-olds who had that kind of control over not just her emotions, but others as well. Nate might as well be putty in her hands.

  “Blaine, Bonnie,” Lara said through the comm. “What do you see?”

  “Confirming that everything’s clear back here,” Blaine said.

  “Night vision?”

  “Yeah, and still nothing.”

  “Ditto for me,” Bonnie added. “You were right, Lara. They’re going to attack the beach with everything they have.”

  “Weekend warriors,” Danny snorted. “These yahoos wouldn’t know a sound tactical plan if it bit them on their keisters.”

  “Everyone maintain your positions,” Lara said. “Everyone has a job to do, so do your part.”

  She sounded firm and in control. To listen to her, Keo could almost believe she wasn’t scared shitless at this very moment. Of course, he knew better, but she was doing exactly what she needed to—giving off the aura of confidence that the others needed to hear. Not bad for a third-year medical student.

  “Lock and load, boys and girls,” Danny said. “Shoot first, shoot straight, and shoot often. And if all else fails, shoot some more.”

  “You practiced that one, too, Danny?” Gaby asked.

  “Yeah. How’d I do?”

  “I’ll give it an eight.”

  “Sweet, just two short of perfection,” Danny said.

  *

  The Heckler & Koch MP5SD had been a lifesaver, but right now it wasn’t going to do him a lot of good until the bad guys actually stepped foot on the sand.

  Oh, look who’s calling other people ‘bad guys’ now. My, my, how times have changed.

  He slung the submachine gun and slid it behind his back and picked up the M4 leaning against the tree next to him. He patted the ammo pouch along his left hip to make sure it was still there—six mags in all, loaded with silver bullets. Not that he was going to need anything that special on the people coming in the boats now.