‘I don’t know,’ the Russian replied. ‘I need to check the turbine blades.’
‘How long will that take?’
‘Twenty minutes.’
‘Do it.’ Stikes glared at Krikorian, who noticed his employer’s ire and shamefacedly moved behind the gunship. Stikes returned his gaze to Eddie. ‘Idiot. Firing a missile in a confined space – when I’d already given specific orders that I wanted you taken alive.’
‘Nice to know you care,’ said Eddie sarcastically.
‘Oh, I don’t. Not about you, at least.’ He looked across at Kit. ‘But Jindal and your wife are going to do something for me.’
‘What thing?’
Eddie hadn’t expected an answer, but his chances of getting even a hint fell to zero as Pachac and a couple of his men hurried down the stairway. ‘Stikes!’ shouted the terrorist leader excitedly. ‘It is here, it is here! The Punchaco!’
‘You found it?’ said Stikes.
Pachac ran to him. ‘Yes, yes! In the temple. It is – it is magnificent! And huge! Three metres high, at least.’
‘Over twice the size of the sun disc from Paititi, then,’ said Stikes thoughtfully. ‘At least four times the volume of gold.’
‘At least. And it is covered with gems, diamonds and emeralds and more!’
‘That should fund a revolution or two.’
Pachac’s enthusiasm dampened. ‘The Punchaco is the greatest symbol of my people. I cannot sell it – it would be a betrayal.’
‘What about the rest of the gold?’
‘There is no other gold,’ said the Peruvian. ‘Not that we have found.’
Stikes frowned. ‘That doesn’t seem likely. Since we’re standing in the heart of the legendary city of gold.’ He stood before Osterhagen. ‘You’re the expert, Dr Osterhagen – where’s the gold?’
The Punchaco is the only gold we have seen,’ said the German.
‘I find that difficult to believe.’
‘We haven’t had time to explore,’ Macy protested. ‘You got here right after we did.’
‘How did you get here so quick?’ Eddie demanded. ‘Only a few people knew exactly where we were going.’
A smug smile slithered on to Stikes’s face. ‘I have your father to thank for that.’
‘What?’
‘He called me after you threatened him in Bogotá. He was rather worried, but I assured him there wouldn’t be any problems.’ The smirk broadened. ‘He also told me that your wife was searching for El Dorado in Peru. And I knew someone with a lot of contacts here.’ He nodded at Pachac. ‘So I made a deal with Arcani, and he put the word out to his informants, his sympathisers, and most importantly his network of drug dealers to watch for a certain red-haired woman in charge of a team of foreigners. We knew that you’d arrived in Lima, we knew you spent last night in Chachapoyas, and we knew when you passed through the village down the road. But you didn’t reach the next village to the north, and there are only a handful of places you could possibly have turned off the road . . . so all Arcani’s people had to do was look for your tyre tracks. Simple.’
Eddie held in the surge of rage he felt towards his father, focusing it on more immediate targets. ‘So you’re in this for the gold? You might have a problem getting your cut if your new mate here doesn’t want to sell it.’
Stikes laughed. ‘I don’t want gold, Chase! Who am I, Mr T? No, the deal was that apart from enough to pay my men all they’re owed, plus a bonus, Pachac can keep everything that he finds here . . . except for the three statues your wife is so interested in.’
Eddie reacted with surprise – but noticed that, if anything, Kit seemed even more shocked. ‘What the hell do you want those for? They’re just bits of stone.’
‘We both know that’s not true.’ Stikes turned as Voeker and Cagg returned. ‘Well?’
‘She’s not there,’ said Cagg. ‘But there were some tracks in the dust. Looks like she went down the hill.’
Stikes whirled, staring towards the shaft. ‘Damn it! We can’t let her get away – Baine, make sure she doesn’t get out of the cave. Do not kill her; I need her alive.’ Baine raised his M4, which was fitted with a telescopic sight, and ran to the end of the plaza. The mercenary leader addressed his other men. ‘The rest of you, spread out and find her. We need to find the statues too. Where are they, Chase?’
‘How the fuck would I know?’ Eddie replied as the black-clad men dispersed. ‘I was down at the bottom trying to stop you arseholes from getting in.’
Stikes sighed and drew his gun again, pressing it against Macy’s head. ‘We’re not going to have to go through this rigmarole again, are we?’
Osterhagen spoke up. ‘Leave her alone. The statues are with our equipment, outside the temple.’
‘Show me,’ said Stikes. ‘Arcani, tell your men to guard the others . . . no, wait. I want to keep Chase in my sight. Bring them with us.’ Pachac issued orders, and the rebels pushed their prisoners forward at gunpoint.
‘We can’t let him take the statues,’ Kit protested.
‘Don’t worry about being separated from them, Jindal,’ said Stikes. ‘You’ll be coming with them.’
‘Why do you want him?’ asked Pachac.
‘I’m a wanted man after the fiasco in Venezuela,’ replied Stikes. ‘An Interpol officer will be a useful hostage if the police get too close.’
Eddie narrowed his eyes, puzzled. Stikes’s answer was a little too glib, too rehearsed. And it didn’t even hold water; taking a cop as a hostage was a bad idea, because it ensured that the other cops trying to rescue him would be particularly determined and ruthless. The mercenary had some other purpose in mind for Kit.
Pachac seemed equally doubtful, but was apparently willing to accept the explanation. ‘Then what about the gold?’ He waved a hand at the silent ruins as they climbed through the tiers towards the temple. ‘We are the first people to find this place since the Incas left. There must be more gold than just the Punchaco. I must have it. I need it for the revolution.’
‘Revolution?’ muttered Zender with contempt. ‘You are a drug dealer, nothing more. A common criminal.’
Pachac rounded on him, face twisted with anger. ‘I am the Inkarrí!’ he snarled. Zender flinched, but stood his ground, almost nose to nose with the terrorist leader. ‘I will give back my people the land and power that were stolen from them by the Spanish. By people like you! Bourgeois puppets of the ruling class! The revolution will sweep you away like garbage.’
‘There will not be a revolution,’ Zender countered. ‘This is the twenty-first century! Communism is dead – even the Chinese have rejected Maoism. People want jobs, and money, and homes where they can raise their children. They do not want drug-dealing psychopaths like you!’
Pachac was silent, the veins in his thick neck standing out as his fury rose . . . then with a roar he snatched something from his belt. A metallic snick – and he drove his knife into the official’s stomach. Zender screamed as the blade slashed deeper into his abdomen.
Eddie lunged at the Peruvian, but was seized by other rebels and dragged back. Macy turned away in horror as Pachac pulled out the knife, then clamped both hands around Zender’s throat, spittle flying from his lips as he hissed abuse in Quechua, the Indian language. He squeezed harder and harder, forcing Zender to his knees.
Zender convulsed, trying to force Pachac’s hands away, but the muscular revolutionary’s grip was too strong. The official’s mouth opened wide in a futile attempt to draw air through his crushed windpipe, tongue writhing like a panicked snake. A choked gurgle escaped his throat . . . then his eyes rolled grotesquely up into his head and his entire body sagged into the limpness of death.
Pachac let go. The corpse slumped to the ground. He wiped off his knife, then folded it shut. ‘So that was your speciality?’ said Stikes. ‘Callas told me about it. Capa . . .’
‘Capacocha,’ Pachac told him, returning the knife to his belt. ‘An ancient Inca ritual. One I will be proud to b
ring back.’
‘Couldn’t you have just stuck to playing pan pipes?’ Eddie asked, disgusted. The Peruvian’s expression made him think that he might also receive a demonstration, but then Pachac turned away and continued towards the temple entrance. His followers shoved the prisoners after him, leaving Zender’s body behind.
‘Where are the statues?’ Stikes demanded as they entered the little square with the fountains.
‘Over here,’ said Osterhagen, leading him to where the team had left their equipment.
Stikes opened the case to find the statues inside, the set now complete. ‘Excellent,’ he said, snapping the lid shut and picking up the box. He looked at Eddie. ‘So I’ve got the statues, I’ve got Jindal – that only leaves your wife.’
‘And the gold,’ said Pachac impatiently.
‘And the gold, yes. But—’ He broke off as his walkie-talkie bleeped. ‘Yes? Have you found her?’
‘Sir!’ said one of his men urgently. ‘We haven’t – but we found two of Pachac’s men dead. Their weapons are missing.’
Stikes immediately understood the implications. ‘She’s not trying to escape – she’s going to try to rescue her friends! Everyone get back up here – we’re on the level above the plaza.’ The case under one arm, he strode back to Eddie. ‘Been giving her survival lessons, have you?’
‘A few,’ said Eddie, wondering what the hell Nina was doing - and Mac, for that matter. ‘She knows how to take care of herself.’
‘But does she know how to take care of you?’ The Jericho was drawn again – but this time it was Eddie, not Macy, who was its target. ‘Dr Wilde!’ Stikes’s voice rose to a shout, echoing through the cavern. ‘Dr Wilde, I have your husband at gunpoint. You have ten seconds to make your position known and surrender, or I’ll kill him, then move on to the rest of your friends!’
Macy clutched Osterhagen’s arm in fear as Stikes stepped closer to Eddie, the gun inches from his face. The first of the mercenaries ran into the square, covering the other entrances and surrounding buildings with their M4s. ‘Ten!’ said Stikes. ‘Nine! Eight—’
‘Really, Alexander!’ boomed a Scottish voice. ‘You always were such a drama queen.’
Everyone whirled to see Mac on the terrace above, an AK taken from one of the rebels Eddie had shot ready in his hands. The weapons of mercenaries and terrorists alike snapped up to lock on to him. Stikes was genuinely thrown by his unexpected appearance, but quickly masked his surprise. ‘Well, well. McCrimmon. What in the name of God are you doing here?’
‘I’m on holiday,’ Mac replied. ‘Let them go.’
Stikes laughed sarcastically. ‘I don’t think so.’ The Jericho was still aimed unwaveringly at Eddie’s head. ‘Now, where was I? Oh yes. Seven! Six! Five!’
‘I’m warning you, Alexander!’ Mac shouted, lining up his gun’s sights on the mercenary leader.
‘And I’m warning you. Three! Two! One—’
‘Arse!’ Mac growled. With a noise of angry frustration, he tossed the Kalashnikov down to the square and raised his hands.
‘Hold your fire,’ Strikes snapped, the command aimed more at Pachac’s men than his own. ‘Come down here, McCrimmon.’
Mac started towards the nearest flight of steps. ‘So, this is what you’ve come down to, Alexander?’ he said. ‘Teaming up with Maoist killers? Robbing and plundering? It took eleven years, but your true colours are finally out in the open.’
‘Don’t be so bloody sanctimonious,’ Stikes sneered. ‘You’ve hardly kept your hands clean, doing all those little jobs for MI6. How many people did you set up to be killed? And as for your favourite poodle here,’ he waved his gun at Eddie, ‘it’s a wonder he hasn’t ended up in jail, with all the chaos he’s caused around the world.’
Mac managed a sardonic half-smile as he descended the steps. ‘I’d hoped that after the official investigation, the difference between legitimate and illegitimate targets might finally have penetrated your skull.’
Stikes narrowed his eyes in anger. ‘The only thing penetrating your skull will be a bullet if you don’t—’ He caught himself. ‘Oh, very good, Mac,’ he continued, voice becoming mocking. ‘You almost got me.’
‘Got you with what?’ Mac asked innocently as he reached the square. Pachac’s men surrounded him.
‘Got me into an argument about your attempt to destroy my reputation back in the Regiment. That would have kept me occupied for a few minutes, wouldn’t it?’ He regarded the surrounding buildings suspiciously. ‘Enough time for Dr Wilde to do whatever you’re both planning.’
‘Actually,’ called Nina, ‘I’ve already done it.’
Her voice came from above. The people in the square all looked up at the terrace, but saw nothing – until they raised their eyes higher to see Nina on the roof of the palace itself, watching them from the highest point in the city.
And aiming a rocket launcher at them.
‘Okay,’ she continued, having got their full attention, ‘here’s the deal. Either you let everyone go, or . . . boom.’
‘Er, love,’ said Eddie in alarm, ‘that didn’t work for Indiana Jones, and it won’t work for us either!’ The kill radius of an RPG-7 warhead was relatively small . . . but still more than large enough to shred the closely packed group in the square, good guys and bad alike.
But then he caught Mac’s eye. The older man gave him a knowing look – one that while not exactly reassuring, still suggested Nina had something in mind other than a no-win scenario.
Stikes was unimpressed by her threat. ‘You really expect me to believe that you’d kill your husband? And your friends?’ He briefly looked round as the rest of his men arrived. They immediately aimed their rifles at her.
‘Well, of course not,’ Nina replied. ‘I just wanted to let them know what I climbed all the way up here to do.’
‘Which is what?’
She cocked her head to one side – and smiled. ‘Pull the plug.’
And with that she ducked out of his sight, making a half-turn and dropping to one knee to brace herself as she took aim.
Eddie realised what she meant at the same moment as Macy, Kit and Osterhagen. ‘We’re gonna get wet again—’
Nina pulled the trigger.
The grenade’s small expeller charge blasted it out of the launch tube, flying clear of Nina before the main rocket booster ignited and sent the warhead streaking towards the rear of the cave at over six hundred miles an hour. It hit the wall the Incas had built to constrain their water supply – and exploded.
The echoes of the detonation faded . . . to be replaced by another sound. A low, crackling rumble.
Pent up behind the ancient dam were hundreds of thousands of gallons of water. Even with the river blocked, the level had hardly fallen, only having a tiny hole through which to escape.
That hole was now widening.
The cracking of stone blocks grew louder – then with a splintering boom, the wall gave way.
And a tidal wave burst into the cavern.
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The fountains erupted into geysers as the pressure behind them increased a hundredfold. Water exploded around the palace, sweeping over the terrace and down the broad stairways towards the shocked people below.
Mac grabbed Macy, yelling ‘Run!’ She broke into a sprint, the Scot behind her.
Simultaneously, Eddie ran for the closest shelter – the Temple of the Sun. He swatted Osterhagen’s shoulder as he passed him, hoping the German would get the message and follow. Kit, further away, also made a break for the entrance.
‘Evacuate!’ Stikes bellowed, rushing for the steps leading down the temple’s side. His men raced after him.
Pachac and his followers were the least prepared, lacking the understanding of Nina’s plan or the mercenaries’ training. The great wave was almost on them before they broke through their dumbfoundedness and started to move.
Macy leapt on to a wall just as the water thundered past her. Mac, two paces behind and slowed by hi
s artificial leg, was not so lucky. The frothing surge swept him away, also snatching up Pachac and his men, and Kit, bowling them all down the stairway towards the city’s lower levels.
Eddie ran into the temple just as the wave caught him and Osterhagen, throwing them against the inner wall. The two men were tossed like driftwood into the Punchaco’s chamber.
Outside, Stikes and his men changed direction just before the flood consumed them, running on to a narrow ledge along the temple’s flank rather than down the steps. Most of the flow took the steeper, wider route, human flotsam tumbling helplessly within it – but the rearmost mercenary slipped as a pursuing bore of water washed beneath his feet and fell with a scream into the maelstrom.
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