Atlantis Found

by Clive Cussler

  Giordino immediately understood and pulled out his P-10 automatic. "Damn, you're heavy," he grunted.

  "Give me your hand and I'll pull you up," Pitt said quietly, as he gripped the old .45 Colt in his right hand. Remaining inside the elevator, they stood on opposite sides of the doors and pressed themselves into the corners.

  The doors opened, and three guards, wearing identical coveralls, black with matching stocking caps on their heads, rushed inside, handguns drawn, eves staring up at the open maintenance door in the ceiling. Pitt stuck out his leg and tripped the third man, who fell against the first two, sending them all sprawling in a tangled heap on the floor. Then he punched the door-close button, waited until they descended several feet, and pressed the red emergency stop button, freezing the elevator between floors.

  Giordino had expertly clubbed two of the guards on the head with the butt of his automatic before they could recover, then held the muzzle against the forehead of the third and snarled in Spanish, "Drop your gun or go brain-dead."

  The guard was as tough and coldly efficient as the mercenaries they had encountered in the Pandora Mine. Pitt tensed, sensing the guard might attempt a lightning move to get in the first shot. But the man detected the cold look of composure in Pitt's eyes and recognized a deadly threat. Knowing the slightest flick of his eyes would bring a bullet smashing into his head, he wisely dropped his gun onto the elevator floor, the same model Para-Ordnance that Giordino was pressing between his eyes.

  "You clowns are going nowhere!" the guard spat in English.

  "Well, well," said Pitt. "What have we here? Another mercenary hit man like we met in Colorado. Karl Wolf must pay you guys handsome wages to murder and die for him."

  "Give up, pal. You're the one who's going to die."

  "You people have a nasty habit of repeating the same old song." Pitt pointed his old Colt an inch from the guard's left eye until it was lined up to fire across his face. "Dr. O'Connell and her daughter. Where are they held?" Pitt wasn't trying to imitate the rattle of a diamondback, but he gave a pretty good impression of it. "Talk or I pull the trigger. You'll probably live, but you won't have any eyeballs to see with. Now, then, where are they?"

  Pitt was tough, but he wasn't sadistic. The look on his twisted face and the malice in his eyes was enough to fool the guard into thinking a madman was about to blow his eyes out. "They're confined on one of the great ships."

  "Which ship?" demanded Pitt. "There are four of them."

  "I don't know, I swear I don't know."

  "He's lying," said Giordino, his tone cold enough to freeze oil.

  "The truth," Pitt said menacingly, "or I'll blast both your eyeballs into the far wall." He pulled back the hammer of the Colt and pressed the muzzle against the edge of the guard's right eye in line with the left.

  The guard's face did not transform from defiance to pure fright, but still, staring from eyes filled with loathing, he gasped, "The Ulrich Wolf' They're being held on the Ulrich Wolf."

  "Which ship is that?"

  "The ship-city that will carry the people of the Fourth Empire to sea after the cataclysm."

  "It would take two years to search a ship that size," Pitt pressured. "Give a more exact location or go blind. Quickly!"

  "Level Six, K Section. I don't know which residence."

  "He's still lying," said Giordino coarsely. "Pull the trigger, but wait till I look away. I can't stand to see blood spray all over the furniture."

  "Then kill me and get it over with," the guard growled.

  "Where do the Wolfs find murdering scum like you?"

  "Why would you care?"

  "You're American. He didn't hire you off the street, so you must have come out of the military, an elite force, unless I miss my guess. Your loyalty to the Wolf family goes far beyond rationality. Why?"

  "Giving my life for the Fourth Empire is an honor. I'm repaid by knowing, as we all are, that my wife and sons will be safely onboard the Ulrich Wolf when the rest of the world is devastated."

  "So that's your insurance policy."

  "He has a human family?" Giordino said in amazement. "I'd have sworn he curls up and lays eggs."

  "What good is a bank account with a billion dollars when the world's population is about to perish?"

  "I hate a pessimist," said Giordino, as he swung the barrel of his automatic against the nape of the mercenary's neck, dropping him unconscious onto the inert bodies of his comrades. In almost the same instant a series of alarms began to sound throughout the building "That tears it. We'll have to shoot our way out of town."

  "Style and sophistication," Pitt said, seemingly unconcerned. "Always style and sophistication."

  Six minutes later, the elevator stopped at the lobby level and the door opened. On the floor of the lobby, nearly two dozen men, with automatic weapons raised and aimed into the elevator, stood and knelt in the firing position.

  Two men in the black coverall uniforms of security guards, with stocking caps pulled down almost to their eyes, raised their hands and shouted with lowered heads in both English and Spanish. "Do not shoot. We have killed two of the intruders!" Then they dragged two bodies dressed in orange coveralls by the feet out onto the lobby's marble floor and unceremoniously dumped them. "There are others who were working from the inside," Giordino said excitedly. "They've barricaded themselves on the tenth floor."

  "Where is Max?" inquired a guard who acted as if he was in command.

  Pitt, his arm over his face as if wiping away perspiration, turned and pointed upward. Giordino said,

  "We had to leave him. He was wounded in the fight. Hurry, send for a doctor."

  The well-trained security force rapidly broke down into two units, one heading into the elevator, the other rushing up the emergency fire stairs. Pitt and Giordino knelt over the two unconscious guards they had pulled from the elevator and made a show of examining them, until they saw an opportunity to walk quietly from the lobby through the front doors.

  "I can't believe we pulled it off," said Giordino, as they commandeered a cart and sped off toward the dock where the Ulrich Wolf was moored.

  "Luckily, they were all too focused on apprehending the evil intruders to take a good look at our faces and recognize us as strangers."

  "My security uniform is too long and too tight. How about yours?"

  "Too short and too loose, but we don't have time to stop off at a tailor," Pitt muttered, as he steered the cart back toward the first dock while dodging around a soaring crane that was moving ponderously over its rail track. He kept his foot flat on the pedal, but the cart had a top speed of only about twelve miles an hour and the pace seemed agonizingly slow.

  They traveled alongside the stupendous floating city, avoiding the busy loading activities. The dock was packed with a milling horde of workers, many moving about in electric carts, others on bicycles, with quite a few darting in and around all obstacles on rollerblades. Pitt had to frequently ram his foot onto the brake to keep from colliding with workers who moved carelessly into his path, absorbed in their jobs.

  Huge forklifts also ignored their approach and crossed in front of them to deliver their loads, moving up ramps and into the cavernous cargo holds. There were any number of raised fists and angry shouts as Pitt careened around all obstacles, humans or solid objects.

  If it wasn't for the black security uniforms, stolen off the guards in the elevator, they would have surely been stopped and threatened with a beating for such reckless driving. Seeing an opportunity to board the ship without climbing long gangways, Pitt cramped the steering wheel and sent the cart into a hard right turn up a ramp empty of loading vehicles, across the main deck, and then down another ramp into the bowels of the floating city, to where the cargo was stored and all ship maintenance was performed.

  Inside a yawning cargo depot, with huge passageways leading in all directions through the lower warehouse bays of the ship, Pitt spotted a man in red coveralls who looked to be in charge of loading supplies and e
quipment. He alerted Giordino on what to ask in Spanish and came to an abrupt stop.

  "Quickly, we have an emergency at Level Six, K Section," shouted Giordino. "Which is the shortest route to take?"

  Recognizing the black uniform of the shipyard security guards, the man asked, "Don't you know?"

  "We've just been transferred from shore security," Giordino answered vaguely, "and we're not familiar with the Ulrich Wolf."

  Accepting the presence of security people on an emergency mission, the loading director pointed down a passageway. "Drive to the second elevator on the right. Park your cart and take the elevator up to Deck Floor Four. That will put you at Tram Station Eight. Board the Tram to K Section. Then take the corridor leading amidships to the security office and ask again, unless you know which residence you're looking for."

  "The one where the American scientist and her daughter are being confined."

  "I have no idea where that would be. You'll have to ask the chief security officer or the leader of K

  Section when you arrive."

  "Muchas gracias," Giordino said over his shoulder, as Pitt sped off in the direction indicated. "So far so good, said the man on his way down to the sidewalk after jumping from the Empire State Building." Then he added, "My compliments. Swapping our orange goon suits for black security uniforms was a master stroke."

  "It was the only way I could think of to get through the trap," said Pitt modestly.

  "How much time do you think we have before they cut us off at the pass?"

  "If you struck the guard a good clout, he won't come around anytime soon and give the show away.

  All they'll discover in the next ten minutes is that we drove straight to the Ulrich Wolf and came on board.

  They still don't know who we are or who we're after."

  They followed the Cargo Deck leader's directions and brought the cart to a halt next to the second elevator. It was built to carry heavy freight, and it was expansive. Workers were accompanying a pallet piled with boxes of canned food. Pitt and Giordino joined them and stepped off onto Level Six, near a boarding platform raised above twin tracks that encircled the entire ship. They paced the platform impatiently for five minutes, before an electric tram with five cars painted a soft yellow outside and hyacinth violet inside approached and quietly rolled to a stop. The doors slid open with a soft hissing sound. They stepped inside the first car and found a forty-passenger vehicle that was half full of people clothed in a rainbow of coverall uniforms. As if drawn by a magnet, Giordino sat down next to an attractive woman with silver-blond hair and blue eyes whose coveralls were a soft blue-gray. Pitt tensed as he recognized the unvarying image of one of the Wolf family.

  She looked at them and smiled. "You look like Americans," she said in English with a touch of a Spanish accent.

  "How can you tell?" asked Pitt.

  "Most all our security people were recruited from the American military," she replied.

  "You are a member of the Wolf family," he said softly, as if speaking to a member of the elite.

  She laughed lightheartedly. "It must look to strangers as if we all came out of the same pod."

  "Your resemblance to one another is quite striking."

  "What is your name?" she asked, in a tone of authority.

  "My name is Dirk Pitt," he said brazenly, actually stupidly, he thought, studying her eyes for a reaction.

  There was none. She had not been advised of his menacing actions toward the family. "My little friend here is Al Capone."

  "Rosa Wolf," she identified herself.

  "A great honor, Miss Wolf," Pitt said, "to be associated with your family's great venture. The Ulrich Wolf is a glorious masterwork. My friend and I were recruited from the United States Marines only two weeks ago. It is indeed a privilege to serve a family that has created such an extraordinary work of genius."

  "My cousin Karl was the driving force behind the construction of the Ulrich Wolf and our other three Fourth Empire floating cities," Rosa sermonized from pride, obviously pleased with Pitt's praise. "He assembled the world's finest naval architects and marine engineers to design and construct our vessels, from the blueprint stage to completion, under a cloak of extreme secrecy. Unlike most large cruise liners and supertankers, our ships have no single hull but employ nine hundred watertight sealed compartments.

  If, during the massive surge expected from the coming cataclysm, a hundred cells are damaged and flooded on any of our vessels, they will sink no more than ten inches."

  "Truly astounding," said Giordino, acting enthralled. "What is the power source?"

  "Ninety ten-thousand-horsepower diesel propulsion engines that are geared to push the ship through the water at twenty-five knots."

  "A city of fifty thousand inhabitants capable of moving around the world," said Pitt. "It doesn't seem possible."

  "Not fifty thousand, Mr. Pitt. When the time comes, this ship will carry one hundred and twenty-five thousand people. Between them, the other three vessels will carry fifty thousand people, for a total of two hundred and seventy-five thousand, all trained and educated to launch the Fourth Empire from the ashes of archaic democratic systems."

  Pitt fought the urge to instigate a heated debate, but he turned his attention out the window of the train.

  He watched as a landscaped park of at least twenty acres unfolded along the tram tracks. He was repeatedly stunned by the impact of such an immense project. Bike and jogging paths wound through trees and ponds with swans, geese, and ducks.

  Rosa noticed his captivation by the pastoral scene. "This is one of a network of parks, leisure and recreation areas, that total five hundred acres. Have you seen the sport facilities, swimming pools, and health spas yet?"

  Pitt shook his head. "Our time has been limited."

  "Are you married, with children?"

  Recalling his conversation with the security guard, Pitt nodded. "A boy and a girl."

  "We have recruited the world's finest educators to teach in and direct our schools, from the nursery level through college-level courses and postgraduate studies."

  "That is very comforting to know."

  "You and your wife will be able to enjoy theaters, educational seminars and conferences, libraries, and art galleries filled with historical art treasures. We also have compartments housing the great artifacts passed down from the ancient ones, so that they can be studied while we wait for the earth's environment to regenerate itself after the coming cataclysm."

  "The ancient ones?" asked Pitt, playing dumb.

  "The civilization our grandfathers discovered in Antarctica, called the Amenes. They were an advanced race of people who were destroyed when Earth was struck by a comet nine thousand years ago."

  "I'd never heard of them," Giordino played along.

  "Our scientists are studying their records so we can learn what to expect in the coming months and years."

  "How long do you think it will take before we can begin our work on land?" asked Pitt.

  "Five, perhaps ten, years before we can go forth and establish a new order," explained Rosa.

  "Can a hundred and twenty-five thousand people subsist that long?"

  "You're forgetting the other ships," she said boastfully. "The fleet will be totally self-supporting. The Karl Wolf has fifty thousand acres of tilled soil already planted with vegetables and fruit orchards. The Otto Wolf will carry thousands of animals for food as well as breeding. The final ship, the Hermann Wolf, was built purely for cargo. It will haul all the equipment and machinery to construct new cities, roads, ranches, and farms when we are able to walk the earth again."

  Giordino pointed up to a digital sign above the doors. "K Section coming up."

  "A great pleasure meeting you, Ms. Wolf," said Pitt gallantly. "I hope you will remember me to your cousin Karl."

  She looked at him questioningly for a moment, then nodded. "I'm sure we'll meet again."

  The train slowed to a stop, and Pitt and Giordino disembarked. They
walked from the boarding platform into an antechamber with corridors leading off like wagon wheel spokes into a vast labyrinth.

  "Now which way?" asked Giordino.

  "We go dead amidships and follow the signs to the K Section," Pitt said, as he set off into the center corridor. "We want to avoid the security office like the plague."

  Walking along what seemed to be an endless corridor, they passed numbered doors, several of them open while the rooms were being furnished. They looked in and saw spacious living quarters on a par with luxury condominiums. Pitt could understand now why the guard had referred to them as residences.

  The plan was for the occupants to live as comfortably as possible during the long wait before they could establish their community on what was left of the earth after the comet's collision.

  Paintings were spaced every thirty feet along the walls between the doors to the residences. Giordino stopped briefly and examined a landscape in vivid colors. He leaned close and peered at the artist's scrawled name.

  "No way can this be a Van Gogh," he said skeptically. "It must be a forgery or a reproduction."

  "It's genuine," said Pitt, with conviction. He motioned toward the other art hanging on the walls. "These works doubtless come from the museums and the private collections of Holocaust victims that were looted by the Nazis during World War Two."

  "How charitable of them to save art treasures that never belonged to them."

  "The Wolfs plan to carry the great masterworks to the promised land."

  How could the Wolfs be so positive that the second coming of the comet would strike the earth? Pitt wondered. Why wasn't it possible the comet would miss again, as it had nine thousand years before?

  There were no ready answers, but once he and Giordino could escape the shipyard with Pat and her daughter, he was determined to find solutions.

  After what Giordino estimated as a quarter of a mile, they came to a large door marked "Security, Level K." They hurried past and finally came to a tastefully decorated reception area with tables, chairs, and sofas in front of a large fireplace. It could have passed for a lobby in any five-star hotel. A man and a woman dressed in green coveralls sat behind a counter beneath a large painting of Noah's Ark.