Deep underneath Lake Tahoe straddling the California-Nevada border, the Earth cracked and then belched. A rude term for the hundreds of thousands of tons of molten lava that surged up through the sudden crack and met the cold water at the bottom of the lake. As the front edge of the lava solidified, the mass behind it continued to press forward cracking through, solidifying then being cracked in turn.
Hundreds of miles and the width of California away from the nearest ocean, people living on the banks of Lake Tahoe, had never considered the possibility of a tsunami. Their first warning was when a sixty foot wave of water, displaced by the crack and surging lava, came sweeping across the normally placid surface of the lake, heading both east and west.
Thousands died staring at the water in shock and amazement. The survivors were treated to a rather unique event, one unknown to those who had survived ocean tsunamis. Trapped in the borders of the relatively small lake, the tsunami waves recoiled off the shorelines and both oscillated. As they went back and forth, sometimes they canceled each other out, sometimes they hit the shore at the same time and doubled the strength.
This was to continue for almost twenty-four hours, the dual waves gradually losing power, but long enough to completely desolate all living things around the lake.
The Russians had known there was a gate inside Lake Baikal ever since they’d become aware of the existence of what their early scientists termed Vile Vortices in the late forties. The discovery had been shocking, both for the fact there was a gate, and the location.
Baikal was a place that was held close to the heart of Russians; even the vast majority in the East who had never seen its waters. It was as if the people knew what scientists had discovered about it — that it was the world’s oldest and deepest lake. It also held a fifth of the world’s fresh water within its seven hundred kilometer length in southern Siberia. That was more water than all of North America’s Great Lakes combined.
The lake drew its extreme depth from the unusual fact that it was at the joining of three tectonic plates. Plates that were spreading apart from each other, producing a fissure in the planet. This had been going on for over thirty million years and the fissure was estimated to be over forty kilometers deep, although the lake, at its deepest, was only just over a kilometer and a half deep. The rest of the fissure was filled with sediment brought into the lake from the over three hundred rivers and streams that fed it. This was the planet’s deepest land depression, far deeper than that of the Rift Valley although not as long.
The entire area, because of the moving plates, was rocked by mild earthquakes almost daily. In 1861 a large quake had caused over three hundred and ten square kilometers of land on a peninsula to simply disappear into the dark water.
The lake even had species of life in it that were found nowhere else in the world. How these life forms came about had been a mystery until Professor Kolkov arrived in the area in the early fifties to try to pinpoint the location of the Vile Vortice he believed to reside somewhere within the shores of the lake. After locating the Gate, Kolkov had postulated — in classified papers read only at the highest levels in the Soviet Union — that some of the unique creatures had come through the Gate from the Shadow’s world.
The aborigine people who had lived around the lake before the arrival of the Russians from the East were called the Buryat. They believed that gods dwelled in the depths of the lake. The most feared of those was Doshkin-noyon who stole ships and the men who crewed them from the surface of the lake during times of storm and fog. Buryat fisherman still made a toast of vodka to the demon god, a cupped handful tossed into the water, before venturing onto the lake.
While it has many feeders, the lake has only one outlet, the Angara River. It was estimated that there was so much fresh water in the lake that even if all the inlets stopped, the lake would still take over four hundred years to drain out via the Angara.
A second feeder was opening up at the very bottom of the lake. Inside the Baikal Gate, a massive portal, over a mile wide, opened. And into it poured the water. The opening of the portal was noted by the Super-kamiokande in Japan and the information was forward to Kolkov. He accessed his monitoring stations at Baikal and it only took a minute before the change was noted — the water level had dropped over a foot in that short amount of time, an astonishing amount given the size of the lake.
All along the shoreline the Buryat and others who lived there could see the water level dropping.
Ignoring the quiet hum of activity in the FLIP control center, Foreman glanced at the clock, noting that only thirty-two hours remained before the planet’s core went critical. The reports of disaster were flowing in — the Mississippi, Lake Tahoe, Southeast Africa and now the news that Lake Baikal was being drained. There was no sign of Dane and the power flow through the Nazca fault continued unabated. For almost fifty years Foreman had studied the gates and he sat, impotent, as they were active all over the world, draining his planet of power and water.
“Another portal has opened,” Ahana announced.
“A new one?” Foreman had mapped out sixteen gates over the years, but in recent days new ones were popping up all over the place.
“Yes.”
“Where?”
Ahana was looking at a piece of paper she had just pulled out of the printer. “The stratosphere just above the Antarctic.”
Foreman didn’t understand at first. “The what?”
Ahana pointed up. “The stratosphere. Just south of Argentina.”
“How high is that?” Foreman asked.
“Over fifteen kilometers up.”
“What the hell is it doing there?” Foreman wondered as he pulled out his SATPhone. “There’s only one thing I can think of that can get there quickly and go that high. I’m going to scramble Aurora to check it out.”
The remote location in Nevada was known by many names: Area 51; Dreamland; Groom Lake; S-4; the Ranch and a half-dozen others. The Air Force insisted it didn’t exist even though satellite imagery of its runway, the longest in the world at seven miles, were posted on the Internet.
It was where the SR-71, the B-1 and B-2 bombers, and the Stealth fighter had been test-bedded and first flown. Located northwest of Las Vegas, it was in one of the most desolate and isolated parts of the United States. The base was set alongside of Groom Mountain and the long runway stretched along a dry lake bed.
Responding to Foreman’s call a strange looking craft rolled out of a hanger cut into the side of the mountain. The shape of the ‘plane’ if it could be called that was un-traditional, as there were no wings. The body was a solid V, long and sleek. It was over two hundred and fifty feet long and a hundred feet at its widest. It’s official, classified Air Force designation was the SR-75 Penetrator, but it was more commonly called Aurora. There was even a testor model on the market that was a very good approximation of the craft.
The skin of the aircraft was dull black and consisted of a special composite that could handle extreme temperatures, both cold and hot, and was radar absorptive. There were two small windows up front, more of a solace to the human pilots than necessary for flying the craft as its velocity at top speed was so great that by the time a pilot saw something with his eyes, it would be too late to maneuver.
The SR-75 had a crew of three, a pilot, navigator and systems officer. All were tightly strapped into form-fitting crash seats with a plethora of displays and controls within easy reach. Each man wore a suit similar to an astronauts and breathed oxygen from an on-board supply.