Seven Ancient Wonders Part 32

Wizard, Zoe and Fuzzy could do nothing.

VICTORIA STATION.

KENYA.

18 MARCH, 2006, 9:45 P.M.

2 DAYS BEFORE THE ARRIVAL OF TARTARUS.

In the bas.e.m.e.nt radio room at the farm in Kenya, Doris Epper spoke into her mike: 'That's great news, Huntsman. Wizard is on his way, too. He just text-messaged me a few hours ago. The mission in Rome was a success. He'll be here in the morning. See you in a couple of hours.'

With a spring in her stride, she hurried up the steps to the kitchen. She was relieved that everyone was okay and that their missions had succeeded and she wanted to prepare a nice dinner for when they got back.

She stepped up into the kitchen ...to find that someone was already there.

'That's wonderful news, Mrs Epper.'

Doris froze.

There before her, sitting casually at her kitchen table, was Marshall Judah. Standing behind him were twelve heavily camouflaged, heavily armed US special forces troops.

Judah's head was bent, his eyes low, his voice laced with menace. 'Take a seat, Doris, and let's wait for them together.'

VICTORIA STATION.

KENYA.

18 MARCH, 2006, 11:45 P.M.

2 DAYS BEFORE THE ARRIVAL OF TARTARUS.

West and his sub-team returned to Kenya.

On the way, they'd stopped in Spain to refuel, at which point Lily had had another breakthrough with the Callimachus Text. She was suddenly able to read the next entry.

'What's it say?' West asked.

'It's about the Hanging Gardens of Babylon,' she said. 'It says: The Hanging Paradise of Old Babylonia.

March towards the rising Sun, From the point where the two life-givers become one.

In the shadow of the mountains of Zagros, Behold the mighty falls fashioned by the Third Great Architect To conceal the path he hewed A path that climbs to the entry of the Paradise That mighty Nebuchadnezzar built for his bride.'

West tousled her hair. 'Nice work, kiddo. Nice work. Wizard's going to be thrilled.'

The Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus landed with a roar on Victoria Station's airstrip just before midnight. It was a cla.s.sic African night-a swollen full moon illuminated the gra.s.sy plains like a floodlight, while the low hills loomed, dark teeth against the moonlit sky. landed with a roar on Victoria Station's airstrip just before midnight. It was a cla.s.sic African night-a swollen full moon illuminated the gra.s.sy plains like a floodlight, while the low hills loomed, dark teeth against the moonlit sky.

About a kilometre from the runway stood the farmhouse, its windows glowing orange. The emergency signal-the lights on the juniper bush in the front garden-was not on.

Sky Monster swung the plane toward the hangar dug into the hill at the end of the runway. As it taxied slowly, everyone grabbed their gear, preparing to disembark.

None of them could know that as they did so, two hundred pairs of eyes watched them closely.

Turbines whirring, the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus came to a halt just outside the doorway of the brightly-illuminated hangar. came to a halt just outside the doorway of the brightly-illuminated hangar.

A flight of airstairs waited for it there, just outside the open doors. And beyond the airstairs, maybe forty yards away, stood a welcoming party of one: Doris, standing by the hangar doors themselves.

It was impossible for those on the plane to know that she was standing there at gunpoint.

The plane stopped alongside the airstairs at the entry to the hangar, its nose section poking into the actual hangar (it had to cool down outside for a few hours before it could be brought fully inside for storage).

As soon as it had stopped, its forward side door was flung open from within and Big Ears and Lily-eager to see Doris and show her the Zeus Piece-dashed out of the plane and scampered down the airstairs. Big Ears wore his backpack, containing the Piece.

Not far behind them came Pooh Bear and Stretch, escorting Zaeed-now flex-cuffed again. They emerged from the plane into the fresh night air, began stepping down the stairs.

Sky Monster and West lingered in the plane-Sky Monster to do a post-flight check; West just to collect all his things: notes, parchments, Hessler's n.a.z.i diary.

It was noisy outside-the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus's four ma.s.sive wing-engines still whirred loudly, winding down.

Big Ears and Lily were halfway to Doris.

'Hey, Doris! We did it!' Lily called over the din, but Doris's usually warm face was stony, cold-as though she knew something that she couldn't disclose.

Then she seemed to regather herself, smiled kindly, and called back: 'Well done, little Eowyn! What a triumphant return. This is all a bit like Gimli returning to Moria, isn't it!'

At Doris's words, Lily slowed her stride.

Then she stopped completely.

Big Ears paused, turned to her. 'What is it?'

Worried, Lily peered fearfully at the dark gra.s.sy fields that surrounded the hangar's entrance. Apart from Doris, the area was completely deserted.

'Big Ears, we're in trouble,' she said evenly. 'We have to get back to the plane. This is a trap.'

'How do you know-?'

'Just go! Now!' she said with an authority that belied her age.

And abruptly, she spun, grabbing Big Ears's hand, and together- still twenty yards from the plane-they bolted back towards the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus.

No sooner had they moved than all h.e.l.l broke loose in the hangar.

Every door on every side of the hangar burst open and disgorged dozens of black-clad American troops.

A maintenance door behind Doris was also thrown open and Marshall Judah rushed out of it, accompanied by a CIEF team led by Cal Kallis.

Kallis pushed roughly past Doris and opened fire on the fleeing pair with a G.o.d-almighty fury.

When the gunfire started, different people did different things: West.

He raced to the forward door of the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus, to see what was going on.

Sky Monster.

He peered out the c.o.c.kpit windows-to see Lily and Big Ears running together back towards the airstairs, chased by an oncoming swarm of enemy troops.

Zaeed.

He was at the bottom of the airstairs when the gunfire began, flanked by Pooh Bear and Stretch, his hands still flex-cuffed. But his eyes, far from being wild and crazed, were watchful and focused now.

He'd actually just managed to extract a blade hidden in his pants and saw halfway through his flex-cuffs, and was three seconds away from stabbing Stretch between the ribs and commencing his escape when the gunfire had started. At that point, he'd slid the blade back into his pocket and clambered back up the airstairs as they were hammered with bullet impacts.

And Judah.

While his men hurried past Doris, he stopped right in front of her and said, 'I told you, no warnings.'

And then, without the slightest hesitation, he drew a Glock pistol, placed its barrel against her head and fired.

West arrived at the forward door just in time to see Doris fall.

'Oh, G.o.d, no...' he breathed. 'No...'

He beheld the rest of the scene in the hangar.

Pandemonium reigned.

A ma.s.sive American force had emerged from every corner of the hangar. Most of them were on foot, but then West saw three Humvees come blasting out of the gra.s.sy fields outside.

The American troops were converging on the big black 747 like an army of ants, their collective movement focused on the two fleeing figures of Big Ears and Lily.

West zeroed in on the running pair.

One thing was clear: they weren't going to make it to the airstairs.

The Americans' angle of fire would cut them off before they got there. And he noted that the Yanks weren't aiming to kill kill them-just stop them from escaping. They knew not to harm Lily. them-just stop them from escaping. They knew not to harm Lily.

But Big Ears and Lily did make it to a portable electricity generator wagon just short of the airstairs. The generator wagon was the size of a small trailer. Normally, once the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus was fully stopped, Sky Monster would get out and attach the generator to it, providing external electrical power. But he hadn't been able to do that yet. was fully stopped, Sky Monster would get out and attach the generator to it, providing external electrical power. But he hadn't been able to do that yet.

Lily and Big Ears dived behind the generator wagon, and Big Ears immediately opened fire on his closest pursuers, causing them to halt and duck for cover.

So now West stood at the top of the airstairs, while Stretch and Pooh Bear were huddled at the base of those same stairs, ducking gunfire. Zaeed was in the middle, halfway up the steps, getting away from the action.

And Lily and Big Ears lay crouched-cut off, pinned down by enemy fire-a tantalising five yards from the base of the airstairs.

West keyed his radio mike. 'Sky Monster! Fire her up again! We gotta get out of here!'

'Roger that!' A moment later the great jet turbines of the 747 roared back to life, the thunderous noise drowning out the sound of gunfire.

'Big Ears!' West called into his mike. 'I hate to do this to you, but you've got to find a way to get Lily back on this plane! Now! Now!'

Huddled behind the generator wagon, Big Ears was thinking fast.

Five yards. That was all it was. Five yards.

Only those five yards looked like a mile.

And then suddenly-with a kind of crystal clarity that was new to him-the situation became clear to Big Ears.

No matter what the outcome of this situation, he was going to die he was going to die.

If he ran for the airstairs, he'd be shot for sure-even if they didn't shoot Lily, they'd nail him.

Alternatively, if he and Lily were caught by the Americans, they'd kill him then too.

And with that realisation, he made up his mind.

'Lily,' he said, over the raging din all around them. 'You know something. You've been the best friend I've ever had in my life. You were always way smarter than me, but you always waited for me, were always patient with me. But now I have to do something for you-and you have to let me do it. Just promise me, when the time comes, you do what you were put on this Earth to do. And remember me, the dumb grunt who was your friend. I love you, little one.'

Then he kissed her forehead and, with his MP-5 in one hand, he picked her up with the other, and shielding her with his body...

...he broke cover...

...and ran for the airstairs.

The American response was both immediate and vicious.

They opened fire.

Big Ears only needed six steps to make it to the airstairs.

He made four.