by Rob Jones
Reaper laughed, and recalled the time he had first met them all, bobbing about like drowned rats in the Ionian Sea. Across the plaza Lexi Zhang was laughing with Sergeant Gonzalez – a small private joke to lighten the load. Hawke was pleased to see her fitting in so well. She had fought well tonight, and now there could be no question of her loyalty or commitment.
But still, he wondered how long she would stick around. He’d known her longer than the others and he knew there was always a part of Zhang Xiaoli that no one would ever really understand, and that part of her was what made her such a nomad. She liked drifting and he thought it unlikely that she would be able to dedicate too much of her life to working with others. Only time would tell, but now she had told him about the Zodiac Syndicate he was worried she could take off without any warning. It was how she looked after herself… flying away like a dragonfly, but he couldn’t help her if she vanished into the night to flee her pursuers.
“I’ll send you where the sun doesn’t set, dickhead!” Lea repeated, laughing loudly. “What does that even mean, Joe?”
Hawke rolled his eyes. “I really have no idea. I was just faced with a crazed villain with a god complex and had to say something.”
She shook her head. She loved him more than ever.
“So what the hell was that idol Mendoza got, Ryan?”
“It was Tanit, I’m sure. She was a Phoenician goddess worshipped in Carthage over three thousand years ago.”
“Right, so how did a statue of her wind up in a secret annex under an Aztec temple that was sealed long before any Europeans arrived?”
Ryan shook his head. “It must have something to do with what I was saying earlier about the etymological connection between Atlantis and Aztlán. I mean… it doesn’t take a genius to work out that Atlantis is at the heart of most antediluvian conspiracy theories. For archaeologists and treasure hunters alike it’s pretty much the greatest prize of them all – a mythical place to most people, but not to everyone.”
“And now Mendoza has some kind of clue leading to it?”
“Could be.”
Hawke frowned. If Ryan was right and the idol really did have some connection to Atlantis, then they had screwed up Big Time by allowing Silvio Mendoza to escape with it. “Looks like we have another job to do,” he said.
“So we’re not even going to get a break?” Lexi said.
Lea sighed. “Doesn’t sound like it.”
“Fuck Mendoza,” Lexi said, swigging the tequila. “We’ll just have to send the bastard the same way as Zaugg, Sheng, Vetrov and Sala, that’s all.”
A cheer went up around the team, led by Reaper, but Hawke was less certain. He didn’t know why, but something felt different this time. He thought it might have something to do with the word Atlantis, but he stopped himself from voicing his fears in front of the others. He knew they saw him as a leading figure in the unit now, and that meant keeping his worries to himself.
He drank more of the tequila and as he listened to the others speaking softly in the twilight about Atlantis, he realized Wade was already forgotten. The man who would have detonated a cobalt bomb over San Francisco and killed eight million was now nothing more than a mutilated corpse in a long-forgotten Aztec temple, staring into oblivion with cold, still eyes and a crazy, painted face.
Lexi watched the last of the sun as it dipped gently below the western canopy line. The sound of the cicadas grew louder as the last of the light slipped away. “If it wasn’t for all the corpses this place would be really beautiful.”
A ripple of laughter went around the small group, but then Hawke brought things back to business with a frown. “I might be wrong, but I’m sure I’ve seen that damned idol before somewhere.”
Lea glanced at him. “Where?”
He shook his head. “I just can’t remember.”
Reaper broke the silence. “Here they come, mes amis.” He pointed at the sky where half a dozen helicopters were racing toward them.
“Looks like Gonzalez radioed into base about the Treasure of the Sad Night,” Ryan said. “Thought that might happen.”
“Poor Cairo!” Lea said. “She’s not going to be happy about missing out on this treasure. When they write her biography it’s going to be called Sex and Gold, you know that?”
Another laugh, but it was weary. They were cut, bruised and tired and knew the fight of their lives was racing toward them like a freight train.
Atlantis.
“All right,” Hawke said wearily. “Anyone want a lift out of here?” He stood up and stretched his arms. “I’m knackered and it just so happens there’s one of Wade’s Hueys left standing over there in the clearing. I’d like to do a runner before the cavalry gets here.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Lea said, and slid her arm through his.
As he raised the collective and powered the Huey into the humid, jungle air, Hawke watched the raging fires of battle consume the ancient complex. He squinted as he looked at the western horizon and felt a headache on its way. He turned to see the wind blowing in Lea’s hair beside him as she gazed out over the jungle in the low light.
She sensed his glance and turned to him, giving an innocent smile. “You all right, bruiser?”
Hawke wondered if Lea and the rest of his friends were strong enough to face the oncoming storm. “I’m fine,” he said, and turned the helicopter into the night.
EPILOGUE
The Oracle raised his eyes from the bronze sculpture of Atlas on his desk to the raging ocean beyond the circular window that wrapped around his inner sanctum. Nothing but a violent, dangerous sea, wherever he looked. Atlas loved the sea, and so did Tanit, whose marble likeness he now lifted from his desk and cradled in his pale hands.
“If they knew the truth, it would do nothing but frighten them,” he said.
She stared back at him, her smooth marble face as inscrutable as ever.
He ran his finger over her peculiar headdress and down her cheek.
“…terrify them,” he added, his words a clear staccato in the silence of his study.
He knew they had found Mictlan. He had spent years searching for it, and now a common Mexican gangster had the idol… the Sacred of the Sacred and it was in the hands of a violent thug who knew nothing. His thoughts danced from Zaugg to Sheng to Vetrov, and then settled on the traitor Sala. The man who had failed them all.
How he wanted to kill him for his treachery, but the ECHO people had killed him before he had a chance to exact his revenge… but not before Sala had destroyed what was left of Valhalla. He felt like everything he had ever worked for was coming apart at the seams – no – that it was being ripped part by Joe Hawke and his friends. What could they possibly know about the reality of the world? He had carried the burden for so long, and the most sacred treasure would be his, not theirs.
“They’re getting closer, Tanit,” he whispered. “Much too close now. It’s time to end their little quest.”
He couldn’t let anyone destroy his life’s work by uncovering the truth.
A truth that would destroy humanity.
But now it was time to neutralize Sir Richard Eden and the rest of the ECHO team before they unearthed that truth and shone the light of discovery upon it for the entire world to see.
No.
It was time for ECHO to die.
THE END
AUTHOR’S NOTE
First, let me say, as always, that I really hope you enjoyed this novel – like with The Curse of Medusa it was a bit of a different direction and speed for the ECHO team and I hope that worked out. It’s planned to lead nicely into the next story which is called The Secret of Atlantis. This will be a central novel in the ECHO team’s quest for the ultimate truth about their world and I’m hoping to release it in the very near future so you won’t have to wait too long!
As I said at the start of this journey, the writer and the reader are like a partnership. If you enjoyed this novel and have the time, I’d be grateful if you would consider wri
ting a short review on Amazon as this really helps the series move along. Plus, you can also get in touch at [email protected] as well as get updates and news from my Facebook Page at https://www.facebook.com/RobJonesNovels/ or my Twitter Page: @AuthorRobJones. You can also join my mailing list at www.robjonesnovels.com
Now, dear Mystery Reader, I’m setting sail for Atlantis…
Rob
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Other Books by Rob Jones
The Joe Hawke Series
The Vault of Poseidon (Joe Hawke #1)
Thunder God (Joe Hawke #2)
The Tomb of Eternity (Joe Hawke #3)
The Curse of Medusa (Joe Hawke #4)
Valhalla Gold (Joe Hawke #5)
The Aztec Prophecy (Joe Hawke #6)
The Secret of Atlantis (Joe Hawke #7)
The Lost City (Joe Hawke #8)
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