“I will?” Morales said as Alice gathered her paperwork. She paused and looked at the monitor.
“Yes, you fit in because you, like everyone else in our Group, would do anything to get into the field.”
“He’s right on that point.”
Alice smiled. “Thus the morality play in full bloom, Dr. Morales.”
“What do you mean?”
Alice placed her paperwork in her case and then looked up one last time. “Pete Golding was killed in the field, but Niles knows he cannot save him, even if he could. He’s not lost, Carl Everett is. Morality plays are a little more hellish and real than you thought, aren’t they, Doctor?”
Xavier Morales watched Alice Hamilton leave. He now understood better just why the director of Department 5656 had slumped shoulders — he had the weight of all world history upon them.
Jack checked out Henri’s suit and helmet. Charlie was already wearing his and Jenks looked him over.
“Now don’t worry here, Nerdly, if we walk into a pocket of methane or somethin’ as delectable as that, your environment monitor in your sleeve there won’t allow your helmet to unlock. The colonel issued you this.” He held up a nine-millimeter semiautomatic pistol and slammed it home into a holster that stretched across Ellenshaw’s back and covered the front of his jumpsuit. “Guess he doesn’t relish the thought of a nerd with an M-4. You have extra ammo in the packs. Just remember to point it at anyone but me.”
“Got it,” Ellenshaw said as he was tempted to pull the weapon and examine it, but saw the master chief looking at him to see if he would make that kind of stupid decision.
Jack turned and made sure the packs were secured properly to the trailer and then checked if the four-wheeled John Deere tracked vehicle was ready. The rugged all-terrain vehicle was pulling six of the five-by-five trailers. The secondary doorway was safely ensconced in shrink wrap and boxed inside of protective polyurethane containers. The power source was bolted to the second trailer. If they lost any one part of either the doorway of the portable power storage unit they wouldn’t be coming back from this little jaunt. The rest of the team was issued tents, camping gear, signal devices, and defensive measures that were top of the line. Altogether they were taking over a ton and a half of supplies with them. Jack then adjusted his helmet as the sliding door started to rise and they heard the spinning doorway for the first time. The light changed inside the ready room as the door exposed the Wellsian Doorway. Each man looked at the miracle of quantum physics and were frozen to the spot for a moment.
The last thing Jack thought about before entering the large chamber was the fact that he had left Sarah behind and his angry last words to her rang in his memory. He wished he had said good-bye but he just couldn’t face seeing those eyes and their accusing glint. Everyone would sit this one out. He looked at Charlie Ellenshaw, the only member of the team who was there for purely psychological reasons — he had to save Carl for the simple fact he hadn’t been able to save his best friend Pete Golding. He hoped this would help the old cryptozoologist to return to the Charlie they knew and loved.
The loudspeaker came to life.
“Return signal is holding strong. Doorway is at fifty percent power and is also holding at nominal levels. The Los Angeles is reporting her reactor board is in the green.”
In front of Jack, Jenks, Henri, and Charlie, the Wellsian Doorway spun in its revolving arc and the colors were brilliant as they reflected off their visored helmets. The activity of personnel heated up as technicians started to clear the platform floor.
“Time till displacement, ten minutes and counting.”
15
The cleaning crews were just finishing the long night of clean-up after a raucous concert earlier that evening. Many of the concertgoers were still mingling around the exterior of the new arena. Most didn’t pay any attention to the step van that eased into the loading dock at the back of the large venue. It backed in and several men emerged and started using a bolt cutter to snap the exterior lock on the roll-up door.
“Hey, there’s no deliveries this late, it’s nearly two thirty in the morning, you need to—”
That was as far as the security guard and his partner got in questioning the delivery drivers. The silenced weapon was quickly put away and then two bodies unceremoniously moved to the side as the large loading gate slid up. The brand-new soda machine was quickly wheeled inside. The five men vanished into the darkness and then returned a moment later. With one last look around they entered the step van and then they slowly pulled out.
The second set of guards had just come from the front where they had tried to get the early-morning concertgoers to move along when they spied their two downed brethren. The first started to raise his radio to his mouth but the words were never allowed to escape his lips. The bomb hidden inside the soda machine detonated. The two guards were blown free of the loading dock and tossed like rag dolls into the alley beyond.
The rear portion of the brand-new arena blew outward and flames erupted into the night.
Ten minutes later the parties responsible made their announcement to the news media. It seemed terrorists had made a statement in the heart of Brooklyn and soon every policeman and federal agent in the five boroughs was rushing there. The Russian ploy to isolate the doorway had successfully diverted police and federal attention from other areas of Russian concern.
The Brooklyn Navy Yard was now fully exposed and the Event Group was on their own.
Alexi Doshnikov pulled up the sleeve of his expensive coat and looked at his watch. The frightened family watched his lips move as if he were counting down the seconds. After a few tense seconds a deep rumble was felt through the thick frame of the limousine. The night sky was illuminated to the east and that was when they saw their Russian abductor smile. He lowered his arm and looked at the family. Benjamin and Natalie Koblenz, their son-in law and daughter next to them with a sleeping baby in the mother’s arms, and he smiled. His bearded face held no humanity for the frightened family.
“It seems our little road show is officially open.” He looked at the family across from him and then looked at his man in the seat next to him, and nodded. The bodyguard picked up a phone and spoke into it. The large limousine started to move forward with no less than six Ford Explorers following.
“Why are we here? Where are you taking us?”
“A poker game. And you five are the chips that will allow us a seat at this very exclusive table.”
The four frightened members of the kidnapped family saw the gleam in the man’s eyes. He looked at the oldest member and smirked.
“Your Madam Mendelsohn is about to make me a very, very wealthy man.”
The earthquakes, other than a few stomach-rolling tremors, had subsided as the brief glimpses of the fantastic starfield showed itself for one of the few times since his arrival. Carl was resting his back against the small cave opening that he was currently calling home. It was elevated and looked down upon the game trail three hundred feet below him. He had traded in his homemade bow and arrows for the rigid Roman bow and iron-tipped arrows of the old Ninth Legion. He had to string new rabbit gut for a bow string, but other than that he had far more confidence in hitting something with the meticulously designed weapon. It and the large quiver of arrows sat beside him as he stared up at the brilliant star-strewn sky. Then his mood changed when the rolling ash cloud once again covered them and the large rising moon of the distant past. He felt his confidence shake everytime he lost sight of something familiar such as the night sky.