Amanda lifted an eyebrow. “I didn’t know that.”
“As I said, most don’t. The paranormal side of the equation doesn’t get as much publicity as do UFO sightings. I think it’s because it’s easier for people to believe in alien life than it is for them to believe in the supernatural, although that’s changing.” She turned back to her screen. “Anyway, let’s look at a couple of places within this zone, specifically in Arizona. One is a remote mountain range known as the Superstition Mountains. The Apache Indians call it the Devil’s Playground.”
“That rings a distant bell,” Amanda said.
“It’s not the kind of place you’d want to take your family on vacation. There are regular reports of shadow figures, spirit faces, and a subterranean world in which reptilian humanoids are said to reside. Sure, a lot of it is hocus and myth, but if there is that much smoke, then there has to be at least a small flame.”
Katiya pointed to another place on the map. “Just north of the Superstition Mountains is Sedona, home of the alleged Sedona Vortex. It’s another hot zone for all things paranormal — haunted ranches, unusual animal activity, strange lights, beams, and orbs.”
“Is there a punch line in here somewhere?” Amanda smiled.
“Stay with me, I’m about to tie all of this together. At many of these sites, including the ones I just described, we hear reports of objects just appearing in the sky, seemingly out of nowhere.” She toggled to another screen and turned the tablet toward Amanda. “Here, I want you to take a look at this. It’s a short video that was filmed from the top of one of the Superstition Mountains.”
Katiya hit play, and a grainy video began. At first, the camera seemed to be aimed at some short trees and bushes in the foreground, but the person filming soon focused on a dark object in the distance. Amanda thought it looked like a mountain.
Katiya pointed at a place in the middle of the screen. “Look right here, between the two mountains.”
Amanda saw what appeared to be a cloud. It was moving and spinning so fast that it looked like a time-lapse video. After a few seconds, it began to morph into a ring. She could hear one of the people filming the video gasp.
Amanda’s eyes widened as a disc-shaped object began to come out of the ring. It moved slowly toward the camera before banking into a ninety-degree turn. The camera followed the craft to the left until it finally disappeared behind a row of trees.
Amanda could hear the person shooting the video mumble a few expletives. Then he turned the camera back toward the cloud ring, but it was gone.
Katiya closed the browser and looked at Amanda. “What I believe you just witnessed was the opening of a portal. I could show you a few other videos demonstrating the same thing, but that’s the clearest one ever filmed.” She set the tablet on the ground. “So, in answer to your question, we believe all of these hot zones are associated with portals.”
Amanda sat in silence, trying to digest everything she’d seen and heard. “So, you’re telling me this is like a wormhole?”
Katiya nodded. “And lest you think this is some sort of crazy idea, ask any degreed astronomer if he believes in wormholes. They’re a scientific reality, Amanda. No one denies their existence.” She tossed another limb on the fire. “I believe it’s possible that some advanced alien cultures have learned how to either manipulate or create their own portals. Can I prove it? No. But at least the theory can be rooted in science.”
“I guess this means you ascribe to the extraterrestrial explanation for the activity in these hot zones?”
“I do lean that way, although I’m still open to other explanations. Those who study the paranormal also believe in portals. They believe spirit beings use portals to pass back and forth between dimensions.”
Amanda remembered this theory from studying ancient cultures in college. Many myths and legends supposed spirits came through some opening that connected our world with others.
Suddenly her eyes lit with understanding. “I think I see now how this relates to the events at CERN. You believe that Moronov and Marrese opened up some sort of portal, don’t you?”
“I do,” Katiya said without hesitation. “I think the evidence is pretty clear that’s what happened. They were somehow able to open up a wormhole.”
“You really think a subatomic particle collider can do that?”
“I’m no physicist, so I can’t give you the mechanics of it, but how else can you explain what happened?” She looked Amanda in the eye. “Think about what your friends saw in the tunnel that night. How can someone explain that away? Two different men, both imagining the same thing? It defies logic to believe that.”
“Well, if all of this is true, then what does it have to do with the crater? What do you think we’re going to find there?”
“I believe it’s some kind of outpost. And if it’s still there, then we may be on the verge of one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Zane awakened slowly, the pressure on his bladder pulling him rudely out of his dreams. He rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his side, allowing his pupils to adjust to the darkness inside the tent.
He could kick himself for drinking so much water, although the intake had been more inadvertent than intentional. He and Jorge had talked for several hours that evening, and sipping water had merely been a way to occupy his hands.
He sat up and ran his fingers through his long hair. Time to get it over with. Waiting wasn’t going to make the trek out into the woods any easier. Rising to his knees, he looked toward the other side of the tent to make sure he hadn’t disturbed Jorge. He frowned. The Brazilian wasn’t there. Was it his turn to be on patrol? Zane looked at his watch. No, it should be Bennett and Wilson. Jorge must have gone out for a smoke.
Zane slipped on his boots and tucked his Glock into his waistband. He pushed aside the mosquito netting and stepped outside. The camp was eerily quiet. Some of his team were sleeping in tents, and some hung in hammocks. The fire was still lit, although it had burned down to a pile of glowing embers. Strange, he thought. He and Jorge had given explicit instructions that it be kept alive all night. He’d worry about that later. Right now, his bladder felt as though it was going to explode.
Zane strode past the tents to the edge of the woods. After a brief search, he found the two trees that marked the sole opening in their motion-sensor system. After slipping through, he continued down the path until he found the marker for the latrine. As he turned off the trail, Zane realized he hadn’t seen Bennett or Wilson, although that wasn’t necessarily a concern. They’d set up a large boundary, which meant those two were probably just somewhere else along the perimeter.
Zane skirted the freshly dug hole, preferring instead to use the tree just beyond. He circled to the other side then unzipped his pants and relieved himself against the trunk. The easing of the pressure felt good.
As nature ran its course, he listened to the nighttime symphony cascading down from the canopy. There was the ever-present din of insects as well as the occasional screech of an owl. He even heard a strange cough in the distance, which Katiya had told him was a hunting jaguar.
His bladder empty, Zane zipped up his pants and circled to the other side of the tree. When he arrived at the hole, he stopped as a faint noise reached his ears. Someone was walking down the trail, undoubtedly coming to use the latrine.
He was about to warn them that he was coming out, but something stopped him.
As the steps grew louder, Zane backed up and crouched down. Seconds later, he saw the shadow of a man pass along the trail. But instead of stopping, he continued out into the jungle.