Nina didn’t answer, stunned by the implications of Glas’s words. If he was telling the truth, then from birth to death people would be trapped in a life of placid submission to an authority over which they had no control, in which they had no voice. And worse, they would meekly accept such a system as the norm—as the only way to live. It was authoritarianism to a monstrous degree, a horrific Brave New World with no hope, or even thought, of escape or rebellion.
The image of Lola, heavy with her impending child, sprang into her mind. If the Group achieved its goal, the baby would face a grim future where every path had been mapped out in advance by someone else. No choices, no opportunity to find its own way through life …
“Can they actually do it?” she demanded. “I mean, if they got hold of the meteorite, and assuming it really is possible, how long would it take them to carry out this plan? Years? Months?”
“Weeks,” Glas told her.
“Yeah, I was afraid you’d say that.”
“Could be worse, could’ve been days,” Eddie offered.
“They’ve already done a lot of the preliminary work,” Sophia said, stepping forward, “by farming it out to genetic research companies they control—in pieces, so nobody sees the full picture.”
“Until it’s too late,” Glas added ominously. “They are doing the same thing as the Frosts, and Khalid Osir and his brother. The theoretical work has already been carried out. All they need is a sample of the DNA to put it into practice. As soon as they obtain the meteorite, the plan will begin.”
“So how long would it take to infect everybody?” Eddie asked.
“The virus would spread like any other highly infectious pathogen, such as an influenza strain. It could reach every country in the world within a year, and potentially have infected the entire worldwide population in three.”
“What about a cure?” said Nina.
“The Group won’t develop a cure. That would defeat the purpose of the virus. But they will have an immunizing agent, a vaccine. They want to be sure they can choose who will be part of the elite. And like the virus, the vaccine will also work at the genetic level, passing down through generations. It will be the ultimate hereditary dynasty, monopolizing power over mankind—over the human will. They must be stopped. At any cost.”
“You were part of the Group,” Nina said accusingly. “Couldn’t you have talked them out of it?”
“The Group is, believe it or not, a democracy,” Glas replied, clearly disgusted by the irony. “I was the only member who opposed the plan. When I took my opposition farther than just words, they … retaliated.” He looked down at his useless legs. “They sent their new attack dog after me—Stikes. My people got me to safety, but only after I had been shot. I was lucky to survive.”
“They tried to kill you?”
“They tried to destroy me, in every way. My life, my reputation, my business were all attacked. I was turned into a criminal without trial.”
“I know how that feels,” said Eddie.
“And you know what it is like to be on the run, Mr. Chase.”
“Yeah. I didn’t have my own personal submarine to use as a hideout, though.” He waved a disparaging hand at the vessel around them. “Only way you could be any more like a Bond villain is if you had a white cat.”
“It was the only place I could hide from the Group. I’m a businessman, not a soldier—my survival skills are in very different fields from yours. But even from here, I have been able to continue working against the Group. One of my subsidiary companies operates a Spanish fishing fleet; we surface and take on supplies from its trawlers out at sea.”
“And when you surface, you also give orders to your people, right?” said Nina in a cold voice. “Orders like Kill Nina Wilde.”
Glas nodded. “But that order can now be rescinded. All you have to do is one thing.”
“Destroy the statues.”
“Yes. Without them, the Group will not be able to find the meteorite. And without the meteorite, they cannot carry out their plan. Humanity’s freedom will be protected.”
“It still leaves a bunch of powerful arseholes in control, though,” Eddie observed.
“But at least it will be possible to resist them.”
“So we destroy the statues,” said Nina. “Then what? Warden and his buddies will be kinda mad at us.”
“They will. But in the end, they are businessmen and -women. Greed holds no grudges. Their time is too important to be wasted on revenge. No, they will not be pleased, but they will soon move on to other plans.”
“And what about you?” asked Eddie. “You just going to cruise around underwater admiring your stamp collection for the rest of your life?”
A momentary twinge of Sophia’s expression, quickly hidden, suggested that the idea was not one she relished, but Glas’s own intentions were clearer. “I intend to resist, Mr. Chase. Whatever the Group is doing, I will do what I can to oppose it.”
“How will you know what it’s doing?” said Nina.
“Some of their sources are also my sources. I may be in a wheelchair, but I am not yet out of the game.” He brought himself closer to the couple. “So, what will you do?”
“I think … destroying the statues looks like the only option,” said Nina reluctantly. Eddie nodded in agreement.
“Good. In that case, I shall return you to the surface. I assume the statues are hidden in New York?”
“That’s right,” said Eddie.
“I will have one of my people there as a witness when you destroy them. After that, our business will be concluded. If you wish, I will compensate you for the trouble I have caused you.”
“I don’t want your money,” Nina said angrily.
Eddie shrugged. “A bit might be nice …”
“But I’ll tell you who does deserve it,” she continued, remembering what had happened in the ruins of Atlantis. “The families of the people your men killed today. There were three people in the submarine they blew up, and another one in—Matt!” she cried, suddenly hopeful. “Does this sub have sonar?”
The air in the Sharkdozer’s cabin had become foul, hanging hot and heavy in the confined space. Even the intake of cleaner atmosphere from the Mako had ultimately made little difference.
Matt was slumped in the pilot’s seat, breathing slowly and shallowly. But he knew his efforts to prolong his life were pointless. The ballast slab was still entangled by the mangled skids, trapping him eight hundred feet down, the meager dregs of energy left in the batteries nowhere near enough to haul the heavy submersible back to the surface. A design flaw, he thought groggily, engineer to the last. Next time I’ll use iron shot, not a slab …
But there wouldn’t be a next time. One by one, even the red warning lights on the instrument panels were going out, insufficient voltage remaining to keep their accusing glows alive. This was it: death in the darkness of the ocean he had spent his life exploring. Suppose it was inevitable it’d end this way … He felt a tear swelling in the corner of one eye, but no longer even had the strength to raise a hand to wipe it away.
Two lights left. One. Then that too winked out. The cabin was black, silent apart from his own labored breathing and the occasional creaks from the damaged viewport. With the sub now stationary, the strain on the acrylic hemisphere appeared to have eased, but he knew that on a microscopic level the immense pressure of the water outside was still relentlessly attacking the cracks.
Crushed into oblivion in a heartbeat, or slipping into unconsciousness and suffocation: Either way, he wouldn’t know about it. He was about to close his leaden eyes to await fate’s decision … when he realized that the darkness was receding.
But that was impossible. There was no light down here—
Matt was suddenly dazzled as brilliant beams swept into the cabin. Was he hallucinating—or were the stories of seeing bright light at the moment of death true? Were angels coming for him? But then a sharp jolt told him that he was still alive and lucid. Ano
ther vessel had just made contact with his submersible.
A big vessel, he saw as the spotlights went out, replaced by softer illumination from the other craft’s interior. The Sharkdozer had been scooped up by the larger sub—and the ticking of a backup mechanical depth gauge revealed it was still ascending. What should have been a simple calculation took several seconds in his befuddled state, but if it continued upward at the same rate, he would be on the surface in a matter of minutes.
Even if he passed out from carbon dioxide poisoning, he could still be saved.
But who were his saviors?
The answer came as his vision adjusted to the light. The Sharkdozer was on the foredeck of a luxury submarine, its steeply raked bridge directly ahead of him. Two blurry figures came into focus through its windows, one stocky and balding, the other slimmer and red-haired. They waved at him.
Somehow, he found the energy to return the gesture. “Guess I’m not dead,” the Australian gasped, with a feeble smile. “No way are they angels …”
TWENTY-SEVEN
New York City
The case containing the three statuettes sat open on Nina’s office desk. Eddie lifted one of the trio from the protective foam bed, dancing it between its companions as if playing with a toy soldier. “Hard to believe these crappy little things caused so much trouble.”
“And cost so many lives,” said Nina morosely. After Glas had returned them to the survey ship—its crew astonished by the sight of the huge submarine emerging from the depths alongside them—Matt had been flown to a hospital in Portugal, but it would be weeks before an attempt to retrieve the bodies of Hayter and the others aboard the destroyed submersible could be made … if there was even anything left to recover. “But they might cost a whole lot more.”
“Right now, the lives I’m most bothered about are ours. I don’t trust Glas—he still might decide that the easiest thing to do would be take out them and you in one go. I’m sure Sophia’ll have suggested it.” He surveyed the buildings on the western side of First Avenue with suspicion, half-expecting to see someone aiming a rocket launcher at them from a window.
“I don’t trust Glas either. But I definitely don’t trust Warden. Evil billionaire with Sophia on one side, evil billionaire with Stikes on the other. It’s like being caught between …”
“Two big piles of shit?”
“I was going to say Scylla and Charybdis, but yours works too. Even if it’s kind of gross.”
“Why can’t we ever meet any nice billionaires?” Eddie tapped the figurine against one of its companions. “So, we’re finally going to smash these little buggers, then?”
Nina took the statue from him, turning it over in her hands. Had the blinds been closed, she knew, her touch would have produced a brief and faint earth energy reaction, but New York was too far from any of the mysterious natural lines of power to produce an effect visible in daylight. “I wish we didn’t have to,” she said, sighing. “They’re another link to Atlantis, maybe to something even older. For all we know, they might have been made by some earlier civilization. We know the Veteres were able to use earth energy.”
“Yeah, and it almost killed us,” Eddie complained. The race that had walked the earth before humans was long gone, but the ancient booby traps it left to protect its secrets had still been active. “Nothing good’s ever come out of it. And it can only get worse if the Group gets its hands on that meteor.”
“Meteorite,” Nina corrected absently, still gazing at the little statue. “Meteors burn up before they hit the ground.”
“Meteor, asteroid, hemorrhoid, whatever. The point is, if Glas was telling the truth then it’s bad news all ’round.”
“If he’s telling the truth? You think he might be lying?”
He shrugged. “There’s a chance, but … if he is, he’s gone to some pretty fucking big extremes to cover it. No, he was probably about as on the level with us as someone like that ever gets.”
“I suppose.” She stared into the crudely carved sockets representing the figure’s eyes for a moment, then returned it to the case. “I suppose the next question is: How do we destroy them?”
“Just find me a hammer,” Eddie suggested. “Five minutes of bashing, then we chuck the gravel into the river.
Sorted.”
“That’s one way, I guess. But we need to wait for Glas’s representative before we do it. If he acts as a witness, at least we know that Glas’ll call off his dogs.”
“When’s he coming?”
“Glas said he’d be here today.”
Eddie sat back. “Let’s hope sooner rather than later, eh? I want to get all this over with.”
“Me too, honey. Me too.”
The phone rang ten minutes later. “Nina?” said Lola. “Mr. Penrose is here.”
“Dammit,” Nina muttered. She had been fending off demands from the United Nations bureaucracy to know exactly what had happened at Atlantis practically from the moment she reboarded the Gant, but knew that sooner or later she would have to deal with the matter directly. “Okay, tell him to come in.”
Penrose entered. “Nina, Eddie,” he said, voice grave. “I’m glad you’re both all right. And Mr. Trulli too.”
“Thank you,” Nina replied. “I just wish I could say the same about Lewis and the others. Look, Sebastian, I know the UN wants my full report as soon as possible, but there’s, ah, a personal matter that Eddie and I have to deal with first. I’d really appreciate it if you could give us time to take care of it. There’s someone we have to speak to.”
“I know,” Penrose replied. His manner became hesitant, even nervous. “It’s, er … the person you’re waiting for is … me.”
“What?”
“Harald Glas sent me. I’m here as a witness, to watch you destroy the statues.”
“You’re what?” Eddie barked, advancing on him with his fists balled. “You’re in this with Glas?”
“Let me explain, please!” Penrose said hurriedly. He held up his hands. “I have, ah, a confession to make. I’ve been … I’ve been working for the Group.”
This admission of a spy in their midst chilled Nina. “Sebastian, what do you mean?”
“I’ve been providing information to the Group for some time. About the UN, behind-the-scenes political arguments, that kind of thing. But I’ve also been telling them about the IHA’s operations—specifically, over the past year and a half, about anything relating to the statues.” He glanced at the case on Nina’s desk. “It’s how Jindal knew about the connection between the two statues in the IHA’s possession and the one in South America so quickly. I told the Group; they told me to pass the information on to him immediately.”
Nina remembered that Kit’s interest in the discovery had been surprisingly quick. “But if you’re working for the Group,” she said stonily, “why are you here on behalf of Glas?”
“It was Harald who first involved me in all of this,” said Penrose, not quite able to look her in the eye. “Many years ago. He, ah … he did a huge favor for my family. For my daughter, specifically; I don’t want to go into the details. But I owed him for that. So I started to repay him by providing useful information, and before long I was involved with the whole of the Group. When he split from them, I was, well, torn. I was still working for them—but I also had an obligation to Harald.”
“You were a mole,” said Eddie in disgust. “A double agent.”
“I didn’t have a choice. These people—once you’re in with them, there’s no way out. Even if, like Jindal, you agree with their goals, they still have power over you. I had to keep helping the Group, but at the same time I was secretly helping Harald as much as I could.”
“You told him I was in Rome!” Nina realized. She rounded her desk, jabbing a finger into his face. Penrose flinched. “And you told him that we were going down to Atlantis. You got Lewis and the others killed, Sebastian. It was your fault!”
Eddie hauled him across the room. “You’re going out the fucki
ng window!”
“No, Eddie!” said Nina, as Penrose gasped in fear. “Let him go!”
He angrily released the other man. The sweating Penrose straightened his glasses before stammering out a reply. “I—I know it was my fault, I know. I’m sorry. As I said, I had no choice.”
“You’re still responsible, though. There’s no way I can let this pass. The UN’s got to be told—it’s more than just a breach of confidence, it’s a breach of security that’s gotten our people killed.” She was trembling with a cold fury as she jabbed her finger at him again. “You’ll go to jail for this.”
Penrose took a long, deep breath. “I … will resign my position and turn myself in to the authorities as soon as we’re finished here,” he said, voice quavering. “I always thought this might happen, sooner or later. But you do know that the members of the Group will never allow their existence to be publicly exposed. They’ll either make this go away before it can get close to coming to trial … or they’ll make me go away.”
“Unless you only tell them about Glas’s side of things,” Nina suggested. “I doubt he’ll voluntarily come to court to defend his character.”
He considered this. “It would all technically be true, I suppose … yes, you’re right. But before any of that, there’s something we have to do first.”
She regarded the case. “Destroy the statues.”
“About fucking time,” said Eddie. “I’ll get a hammer.”
He started for the door, but before he was halfway there the phone rang. Nina was tempted to leave it, but there was an outside possibility that it might be Glas. She picked it up. “Yes?”
“Nina, Larry Chase’s wife is on the line,” said Lola.
“Tell her to call back.”
“I … I think you should talk to her.”
The worry in her voice changed Nina’s mind. “Okay, put her through.”
The click of a switching line, then: “Hello? Nina, hello?” Julie Chase—on the verge of panic.
“Julie, what is it?” Nina asked. She hurriedly put the phone on speaker. “Are you okay?”