The Dane Maddock Adventures Boxed Set Volume 2

by David Wood

“There’s a hidden gate in the wall at the far end of the property. Morgan thought it would give people a sporting chance against her children, as she calls the dragons. The path leads directly to it. You can’t see it from the outside.”

  “How many people have made it out?”

  “The next one will be the first.” Hands still outstretched, Jacob slowly turned to face Bones, who kept his Glock trained on the man’s head. “I don’t expect you to trust me, but you’ll need me to get you past the security system if you want to go after her.”

  Bones knew Jacob was right.

  “Fine, but consider this an audition for the rest of your life. You do anything else to piss me off, I’ll kill you, and I just might shoot you in the gut first. You know, to make sure it hurts.”

  Jacob nodded and, hands on his head, led Bones back the way they had come.

  “The suit of armor hides a passageway leading out,” he explained, “and there’s a security gate at the end. I have to put in a code to open them.”

  They turned a corner and Jacob stopped short, his hands falling limply to his sides. The suit of armor was swinging open of its own accord. Behind it, Bones saw a gate slowly rising, and daylight glimmered beyond. Jimmy had done it!

  He clubbed Jacob in the temple with the butt of his Glock and dashed past him before the man hit the ground. Maybe he’d just been knocked unconscious, maybe Bones had scrambled the guy’s brains. He didn’t care about anything but finding Angel.

  He dashed out of the tunnel onto a manicured lawn. The overcast afternoon gave everything a dull, gray overtone, matching his mood. He ran toward the distant forest and the path Angel had taken. He was a hundred yards away when three dragons burst forth from the forest, making a beeline for him. He dropped to one knee and took aim.

  “Bones! Hold your fire! Hold your fire!” Maddock’s voice came from somewhere in front of him, but where was he?

  Then it clicked in Bones’ mind. The dagger! Maddock was cloaked. Bones concentrated on the space between him and the charging dragons and, in an instant, he spotted it. A rippling outline, like heat rising in the desert, coming right at him. Now that he knew where Maddock was, he took aim again at the dragons, who were gaining ground fast.

  “He said don’t shoot, you assclown!” It was Angel. Maddock had found her.

  “Relax. I got this,” he shouted as relief spread through him.

  “Go for the legs!” Maddock shouted.

  Bones took careful aim and fired two shots at the closest dragon. One bullet found its mark and the dragon shrieked and stumbled, but got right back up again and continued its pursuit. The other two dragons quickly overtook their wounded counterpart, and Bones stepped up his rate of fire. Most of his shots deflected off their solid skulls or grazed their tough hides, but a few were on target, and soon all three were hobbling along, slowed, but still relentless in the pursuit of their prey.

  Suddenly, Maddock appeared, carrying Angel on his back.

  “Let’s move!” he shouted. He slowed long enough for Angel to hop down, and the three of them headed for the open gate.

  “Corey took control of the security system,” Bones said, “but who knows how long he can keep it?”

  “Just lead the way.” Maddock was clearly winded from the run, but he kept pace with Bones, as did Angel.

  “Take the dagger,” Maddock said to Angel. “Press the butt to activate the cloaking mechanism. Don’t argue. Just stay close and, if it comes to a fight, don’t get in our line of fire.”

  To Bones’ surprise, Angel did as Maddock said without a word of complaint. Moments later, she vanished. Bones thought he’d never get used to that. It was too creepy.

  As he ran, he ejected his Glock’s magazine, which was nearly spent, and replaced it with a fresh one. He had a feeling he was going to need it.

  “The cameras just shut off,” Morgan said. She clicked the mouse a few times, but nothing happened.

  Locke circled around behind her desk, grateful for the distraction. They had discussed his failures at length, and he had grown weary of the conversation. He knew he was still useful to Morgan, but she was very unhappy with him right now.

  “It’s probably your computer,” he said. “Try shutting it down and restarting it.”

  The computer was in the process of rebooting when he realized they had greater problems than a frozen computer. A loud popping sound came from somewhere in the distance.

  “Are those gunshots?” Morgan rose from her chair, a little slower than normal, and tapped a button on her phone. “Jacob, where are you?”

  No reply.

  “Jacob, can you hear me?”

  Still no answer.

  Locke heard another rapid burst of gunfire, and then all was eerily quiet. He hurried to the window and looked out. The forest was alive with dragons. They charged out of the woods or launched from the trees, all headed for the castle. What the hell was going on?

  Then he spotted three dragons hobbling across the lawn. They had clearly been injured. But by whom? He knew immediately.

  “We’ve been infiltrated by Dane Maddock.”

  Bones led them through a series of twists and turns, moving deeper into the heart of the castle. They made their way without encountering resistance but, when they reached the underground garage where Bones had left the truck, Morgan’s men were ready.

  A torrent of bullets zipped through the space where Maddock’s head had been only a moment before. He hit the ground, rolled, and came up firing. One man went down, but the other retreated into the truck’s cargo bay, took up a defensive position, and continued firing. Maddock cursed. It would take time to dig this guy out- time they didn’t have.

  He was about to tell Angel to give him the dagger when a single shot rang out. Seconds later, a stunned-looking Corey appeared at the back of the truck. He dangled a pistol loosely at his side. He looked at them in shocked amazement.

  “I got him.”

  “Hell yeah!” Bones shouted as they dashed for the truck. “I’m driving.” He ran to the left side of the cab and cursed when he remembered he wasn’t in America.

  Maddock took the wheel and fired up the engine while Angel joined Corey in the back. Tires squealed as he stepped on the gas and the truck peeled out of the garage. In the rear-view mirror, he saw a body go tumbling out- the man Corey had shot. As they barreled down the long drive, Maddock was pleased to see the security gate standing open. Corey’s hack had done the trick.

  He was not pleased, however, to see armed men barring the way, and others dashing across the moor in hot pursuit. Modron’s grounds suddenly resembled an upset anthill. Shots rang out, and bullets pinged off the sides of the truck. Bones returned fire, sending the attackers diving for cover. Up ahead, the gate guards leveled their weapons at the oncoming vehicle...

  ...and went down in a heap.

  Matt and Willis had entered the fight. They now turned their fire on the rest of Morgan’s security force. Surprised by this new development, many of them retreated, while others went down, never to rise again. At the gate, Maddock slowed down so Willis and Matt could climb inside.

  They continued firing at the remaining security guards, keeping them at bay. For a moment, Maddock thought they were home free, but then a new threat reared its head. A group of riders on motorcycles shot down the drive and fell in behind the truck. As they gained on the vehicle, they drew weapons and began to fire.

  Maddock yanked the wheel hard to the left, then back to the right, zigzagging across the road.

  “You’re making it kind of hard for us to shoot back!” Bones shouted. He leaned out the window and fired off a shot at the pursuing motorcycles.

  Maddock glanced back and had to laugh as folding tables came flying out of the back of the truck and tumbled across the road. Angel and Corey must be unloading the remainder of the cargo. The motorcycles scattered, one rider losing control and skidding off the road.

  One biker managed to skirt the flying furniture and accelerate pa
st Matt and Willis’ line of fire and, as he drew even with Maddock, he raised his weapon. Before he could pull the trigger, Maddock kicked the driver’s side door open, sending him tumbling off the road. Behind them, the tables kept flying, followed by chairs. Two more bikers crashed and another fell to gunfire. After that the pursuit melted away. Maddock turned to Bones and managed a grin.

  “We did it. Now, call Tam and tell her we’re ready for a pickup.”

  Locke stopped his bike on the side of the road, dismounted, and went to check on his men. It galled him that Maddock had gotten away, but a squad of men on motorcycles stood little chance against men who could aim and fire from the back of a truck. He also had to admit that pitching the tables and chairs onto the roadway had been resourceful, and it had been the girl who had done it.

  For a moment, he considered following them on his own, but the appearance of a helicopter landing atop a tor farther up the road told him he’d missed his chance.

  He smiled, in spite of the grim circumstances. He hadn’t lost them entirely. As long as the girl remained alive, he could track their every move.

  Chapter 33

  “Nice boat.” Maddock admired the sleek lines of the cabin cruiser Tam had secured for them. The helicopter pilot had dropped them at the coast, not far from Bodmin, where one of Tam’s agents, a tall, dark-haired man who introduced himself as Greg, had been waiting for them. They were now headed north along the coastline.

  “Glad you like it. Your boy, Jimmy, came through for us about two minutes after you jumped. He’s got a location for the map Avery found, and he’s working on something else that I’ll tell you about after you finish the next job.” She tilted her head and looked thoughtfully up at the cloudy sky. “He’s pretty good. You think he’d come to work with us?”

  The word “us” gave Maddock pause. He still wasn’t accustomed to the idea that he and his crew would soon be working for Tam.

  “Doubt it. He’s not the type, but I think we could count on him for some freelance work here and there.”

  “You don’t give classified information to a hired hand, Maddock,” Tam sighed. “Lord have mercy, I’ve got so much to teach you.”

  Maddock smiled, leaned against the bow rail, and gazed at the dark water up ahead, feeling the cool salt spray on his face and breathing deep of the sea air. He thought of Angel, down below, nursing her wounds, and Avery, who had narrowly avoided capture just the day before. Was it worth risking their safety just to track down a treasure?

  “Do you think we should hand things over to the authorities?”

  “You don’t really mean that,” Tam chided. “This is your family’s quest. Your daddy passed it down to you and your sister. Besides, I know enough about you to know you never leave a job unfinished.”

  “But what about Angel and Avery?”

  “Don’t worry about them. I already offered to fly them both back home but they wouldn’t hear of it.”

  “I figured as much. I just don’t want them to pay the price for my hubris.” He took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. “I lost my wife and my parents in a very short time...”

  “And now you’re in love, and you’ve got a family again, and you’re afraid of losing them,” Bones said, dropping to the deck alongside him.

  “I didn’t know you were there.”

  “No one expects the Cherokee Inquisition.” Bones made a face, and then grew serious. “Listen to me, Maddock. Until this mystery is solved, none of our group are safe. They’d kidnap us like they did Angel in order to get information, or they’d kill us to shut us up. You know that. We’ve been in situations like this before.”

  Maddock nodded. He’d had the same thoughts.

  “Another thing. When I was growing up, my grandfather didn’t spend a lot of time telling me what I should and shouldn’t do. He taught me what it meant to be a Bonebrake. He said every family has something they stand for, and a set of values they live by. That’s what holds them together. And that doesn’t just go for blood relatives.”

  Maddock thought he knew what Bones was getting at. Their crew was a family, and their dedication, their courage, and their commitment to one another was what gave them their identity.

  “And don’t forget the Dominion,” Tam said. “Even if Morgan was out of the picture, they’re still out there. And if they want to get their hands on whatever we’re going to find, it’s important enough for us to get there first.”

  “Understood. So, are you going to tell us where we’re headed next?”

  “Tintagel Castle.”

  Maddock frowned. The ruins of Tintagel Castle stood atop high cliffs on the peninsula of Tintagel Island in Cornwall. Legend held it to be the birthplace of King Arthur, and a nearby coastal cave was known as Merlin’s Cave.

  “That can’t be right. It’s a popular tourist destination and it’s been thoroughly excavated. Plus, it’s in Morgan’s backyard. She has to have already searched it.”

  “Oh, it’s not in the castle, it’s under it. Way under it. Now, you boys go down below and get your speedos on. We’ll be there in a few minutes and you’ve got work to do.”

  Twenty minutes later, he and Bones were suited up in full diving gear, and standing on deck in the shadow of Tintagel Island. They were anchored in a sheltered area between the island and another peninsula to the east. He had to hand it to Tam. She worked fast.

  “All right,” Tam said. “The entrance should be underwater between those two rocks.” She pointed to two huge rock formations poking out of the water. “It’s got to be well below the low tide mark, or else someone would have found it by now.”

  Maddock and Bones exchanged glances, both thinking the same thing. What if someone had already found it?

  “Don’t you make that face,” Tam scolded. “The map shows a channel that runs straight west. The only clue we have is, Walk in the Way of Sorrows.”

  “Great,” Bones said. “We’re looking for an emo treasure.”

  Tam checked her watch.

  “We’ve got plenty of daylight, but don’t dally. Once you’re in the water, we’re going to head up the coast. We don’t want to draw undue attention. Call us when you’re out, and be careful.”

  Angel and Avery hugged Maddock and Bones in turn, and Willis complained about the lack of a third set of diving gear. Matt, who had taken over the helm, guided them as close as he dared to the stones shown on the map, and Maddock and Bones dived in.

  “Report,” Morgan snapped as Locke entered the room. She seemed to have recovered her faculties and energy, though the cuts and bruises on her face bore testimony to the damage she’d taken.

  Jacob had not bounced back so quickly. He’d sustained a severe blow to the head when Maddock, or one of his men, had crept up on him from behind just as he was about to set the dragons on the Bonebrake girl. He still attended Morgan, as always, but he seemed detached. Probably a mild concussion.

  “I planted a tracking device on the girl while she was sedated. I sent two men to follow them.”

  “Only two?” Neither her tone nor her expression betrayed her feelings, but he knew she disapproved.

  “We’ve been decimated here. Worse than decimated, in fact. They only killed a few of our men, but too many have sustained serious injuries.” He stopped there. Morgan knew what she had to do, and she wouldn’t thank him for telling her how to respond to present circumstances.

  “Of the losses we’ve sustained, how many are essential to our plans for the Queen’s visit?” She raised her eyebrows as she said the last word.

  “Only a few. SO14 is the critical piece, and our people have been in place there for years.” SO14 was the branch of Special Operations that provided protection for the Royal Family, and several of its members were loyal to Morgan and the Sisters.

  “Very well. Are you tracking Maddock right now?”

  “Of course. They appear to be headed to Tintagel Castle.”

  Morgan threw back her head and laughed. It was a rare display
of amusement from the stolid woman.

  “Tintagel? They must not have the third map, or else they would not be wasting their time. The castle has been thoroughly excavated.”

  Locke nodded, though he lacked Morgan’s confidence. Maddock had already surprised him too many times for Locke to underestimate him.

  “In any case, our men will keep us apprised of the situation.”

  Locke nodded again. With so many of his men out of commission, he’d been forced to send two of his younger, more enthusiastic charges. He’d given them clear instructions, but worried they’d overextend themselves by trying to be heroes.

  “Most of our remaining men will need to remain here to clean up the damage and prepare for the event. How large is Maddock’s party?”

  “Seven, that we know of, including the women. At least, as far as we know. Four of them ex-military.”

  “Seven. A number of power, but fitting somehow. Even better, it is a number we can easily overcome, with help.” Morgan struck the desk once with her open palms and rose to her feet. She turned toward the wall where “Le Morte D’Arthur” hung, and gazed almost lovingly at the image. “The time has come. Summon the Sisters, and tell them each to bring their seven best men. We will follow Maddock, and be prepared to strike at any moment.”

  “Seven of our own men as well?”

  “In addition to you and Jacob, I want four reliable men.” She turned to face him, the ghost of a smile on her face. “And bring Mordred.”

  The water was cool and the dull sunlight shone gray-green beams into the depths. As Maddock swam deeper, the two stones converged, leaving a space between them not much wider than a chimney. He followed it to the bottom, which was not as deep as he’d expected, and found nothing. Undeterred, he began digging in the loose sand, and soon exposed a portion of the rock face that was unnaturally smooth and even.

  Bones lent a hand and, within minutes, they found what they were looking for--a stone circle carved with a Templar cross. Working together, they turned it until it gave way. The stone rolled out of sight, exposing a dark tunnel. Maddock turned on his dive light and swam inside.