Area 51: The Sphinx-4 (41 page)

How she knew these things she couldn't consciously elaborate, but her subconscious was picking up enough for her to have realizations. It suddenly came to her where this data superhighway had gone and why it was no longer functional. The Easter Island guardian was a complicated machine, far more powerful and aware than any computer made by humans, but Kelly now knew it had once been only one piece of a whole system. She "saw" it as the guardian had once seen it—a network of guardian computers on Earth, the one at Cydonia at Mars, on board the mothership, others in places she couldn't quite grasp all linked together. And on Earth there had been one guardian that every other guardian on the planet had been linked to. The place where the data highway had been linked to.

That guardian had been on Atlantis, and for a mo-

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ment Kelly thought the reason the pathway had been severed was that the master guardian had been destroyed when that island had been blasted by the mothership.

But the data recorded indicated otherwise. The severing had come after Atlantis was destroyed and the Airlia split into their two factions.

That meant the master guardian had been removed from Atlantis prior to destruction. But the machine was no longer active; the core of it had been removed. She saw the removal of the core by two Airlia, the vision startlingly real to her, then the vision went black, as if a TV had been turned off, and she knew that was when the highway from the Easter Island guardian—indeed all the other guardians on Earth—had been severed from the master.

Kelly knew that Duncan and Turcotte had to know the master guardian existed, and they had to know the core also existed. She turned her attention once more to the string of data the guardian was moving outward into the world and slowly worked her own small, very discrete bits of data into it.

QIAN-LING D - 28 Minutes

Without ceremony Elek had escorted Che Lu and Lo Fa into the metal dragon immediately after getting a call from Lexina. The interior was as elegant as the exterior. A series of half a dozen red chairs faced forward in the belly. One center seat was in front with a black globe centered in front of it, a wide screen beyond showing the view outside.

"What is this thing?" Che Lu asked as Elek took the forward seat.

"A weapon. Built from scrap during an ancient war."

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Elek placed his hands on the black sphere. Che Lu could see that they were lifting off the ground even though it felt as if they had not moved.

"Between Shi Huangdi and the Empress of the South?"

Elek shrugged. "That is your legend. There have been many battles over the millennia between the Guides and The Ones Who Wait, and the humans who have chosen sides. This is another one." The dragon was now facing the rubble in the wide tube that led to the surface. Elek pressed on the top of the sphere, and a lance of red came out of the mouth, blasting rock aside, opening a path to blue sky beyond.

"But this one is different," Che Lu said, which earned her a sharp glance from Elek as he edged the machine into the tunnel.

"This is the final one," he said. "There will be no more truce, and only one side will prevail."

GIZA PLATEAU D - 25 Minutes

Duncan forced himself to move toward the veils. The heads tracked her once more, the four sets of ruby eyes fixed on her movement.

Duncan almost jumped as a flash of light came out of the frontmost, right-side head. A red beam struck the ground in front of her, quickly ran up her body, stopped on the essen for two seconds, continued on to the crown, then disappeared. She froze, waiting for more, but there was nothing.

She reached the veil. Kneeling, she lifted the bottom of the veil and then stepped inside.

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GOBI DESERT, MONGOLIA D- 18 Minutes

Sand dunes stretched as far as the eye could see in all directions. Turcotte's boots sunk into the sand a couple of inches as he walked around the bouncer, checking out the terrain with a set of binoculars. Nothing.

"Sir!" Master Sergeant Boltz was digging in the sand with his hands.

Turcotte hurried over. "What is it?" Boltz pointed. "Something is buried here."

Turcotte could see part of a piece of granite exposed by Boltz's digging.

Stomping his boot down, Turcotte could feel something hard underneath, indicating that the stone extended quite some distance. Turcotte checked his watch. Time was indeed getting short, and there was no time to investigate this strange find.

He turned to Captain Billam, who had the rest of his team deployed in a defensive perimeter around the bouncer. "Here's what I want you to do."

VICINITY OF EASTER ISLAND D- 15 Minutes

All was ready on board the Anzio. The flight path for the Tomahawk had been calculated so that the missile would fire up, reach apogee, then glide down toward Easter Island, letting gravity make sure it hit the center of the top of the alien shield. The warhead in the nose was fitted with a time delay, calculated to go off ten seconds after the missile passed through the shield.

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A flight of four F-14s was already between the launching ship and Easter Island, making sure the airspace was clear. Captain Breuber had all the authorizations he needed to launch, but he hesitated. He knew the Washington and what was left of her crew were under that shield.

He also knew that the Springfield was ready. They had picked up banging noises from the submarine in Morse code indicating the crew was ready to execute their part of the plan. Sent through the same rudimentary communication system was the interesting information that there might possibly be a slight opening in the shield on the ocean bottom. There was no way to factor that into the plan other than to direct the Springfield to change the target of some of its wire-guided torpedoes to try to take advantage of the chink in the armor.

The loss of the space shuttles, the explosion in Montana, the assassination of the Secretary of Defense and UNAOC chief, topped off by the inert nuke landing at Area 51, had added impetus to the decision to take out Easter Island just prior to the deadline from Lexina. The information about the Chinese attack on Qian-Ling had been downloaded from the National Security Agency, and while it confirmed the fact that the shield was not totally impervious to a nuclear blast, it made it all the more imperative that they get the warhead through the shield before detonation, given that the guardian was buried deep under Rano Kau.

"Lieutenant Granger, is everything ready?" Captain Breuber asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Launch in ten minutes," Breuber ordered.

"Yes, sir."

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SPACE

D- 10 Minutes

The doors on Stratzyda slid open once more. It was passing over Wichita, Kansas, and soon would be in optimal position to blanket the United States with its cobalt bombs. Even with one gone and five others inert, the remaining twenty-six were more than enough to finish the job envisioned by its Soviet creators during the height of the Cold War.

Adjacent to Stratzyda, the imaging equipment on board Warfighter scoured the face of the planet, searching for any last-minute assaults from below, the reactor powered up, the laser ready to lash out at the speed of light.

GOBI DESERT D- 10 Minutes

"What the hell is that?" Captain Billam had his binoculars pointed toward the south.

Turcotte directed his in the same direction and spotted what appeared to be a metal dragon rapidly approaching through the air. "Have your men stand by,"

Turcotte ordered. He'd seen much in the last couple of months, but a flying dragon ranked up there with the strangest.

The dragon came to a hover about twenty meters away, then slowly settled onto the sand. Out of the rear came Elek, Che Lu, and the old man Lo Fa. Turcotte was glad to see the professor and her bandit comrade.

Elek gestured for the two to stay put as he strode forward toward Turcotte.

"Give me the key."

Turcotte pulled the black case out of his pack and opened it, revealing the Spear of Destiny to Elek. The alien/human hybrid held out his hand, but Turcotte

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shook his head. "It goes in there. You take it all." Turcotte nodded his head toward the long black coffin that had been recovered from Ngorongoro Crater by Mualama. Captain Billam ran over to the coffin, opening the lid just enough to slip the case holding the Spear in.

"Release my friends," Turcotte said.

Elek gave a dismissive gesture, and Che Lu and Lo Fa came over to stand next to Turcotte.

"It is good to see you once more." Che Lu's wrinkled face split in a wide smile.

Turcotte smiled in turn but kept his attention on Elek. "Tell Lexina to stop Stratzyda. I want it released by the talon. Along with Warfighter."

"Have your men load the coffin into the back of the dragon," Elek ordered.

"Then I will call Lexina."

As Billam directed four of his team to do that, Turcotte checked his watch.

Less than eight minutes. "What is this place?" he asked.

Elek's attention was on the men carrying the coffin to the dragon. "This is where the ordon of the Great Khan was first raised and last taken down. Chi Yu knows the location, so it was easiest to meet here."

Turcotte had no idea what Elek was talking about. The coffin was inside, and the men returned. "I want confirmation that Stratzyda has been aborted."

"Talk to Lexina." Elek turned and walked away.

"Damn." Turcotte pulled out his cell phone and punched in the code he had been given by Quinn.

There was no answer on the other end. The dragon lifted and headed to the south.

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AREA 51

D- 8 Minutes

Major Quinn looked up as Larry Kincaid slid a piece of paper in front of him.

"Another message from the guardian pretending to be Kelly Reynolds."

On the screen at the front of the room a live view of the deck of the Anzio was being relayed via secure Interlink. A red digital clock counted down to the launch time and had passed through three minutes.

Quinn quickly read the message:

The Airlia have meant no harm. They have only been protecting themselves.

They have coexisted in peace with us for thousands of years. They have protected us from outside forces that would destroy our world. It has only been the interference of Majestic-12 and people from Area 51 who have caused the recent troubles.

I have talked with the Airlia still surviving on Mars, and I know all this to be true. They are trapped now, but even so, they hold no ill feelings toward us.

The recent events in South America were the results of a NATO secret experiment in biological warfare. The death of Johnny Simmons was caused by your own people when they tried to rescue him from your Majestic-12. There is a guardian that supersedes all others.

They can help us, but they must be left alone. In turn, the promise not to take any action that can affect us negatively.

"This doesn't make any sense," Quinn said. "It's the same damn message as last time." Kincaid sat down and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering

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them to Quinn, who took one. Ignoring the large signs on the wall prohibiting smoking, they both fired up.

"No, it's different," Quinn noted. "Was it sent the same way?"

Kincaid shook his head. "No. Just over FLT-SATCOM, not to the Internet or any of the other modes from last time. So the Navy people have bottled it up.

They're worried it's an attempt by the guardian to forestall their Tomahawk launch."

Quinn read the message one more time. "It's as if the guardian's replaying the message but it added the part about that reporter Johnny Simmons and a master guardian for some reason." He sat up straight. "It's Reynolds."

"What?"

Quinn tapped the piece of paper. "It's Reynolds. She is sending us a message.

She's the only one who would mention Simmons—he was her friend. She saw him jump to his death after they rescued him from Dulce. It has to be her."

Kincaid frowned. "What's she trying to tell us?"

"That she's alive and free of the guardian," Quinn said. "And that she knows something—there is a master guardian that can affect both the Easter Island one and the one in Qian-Ling." He looked up. The digital countdown clicked through 3:00 to 2:59. "We've got to get them to stop."

VICINITY OF EASTER ISLAND D - 7 Minutes

The Tomahawk leapt out of its hatch, flame roaring out of the bottom. It headed almost straight up, angled slightly toward Easter Island. Only then did Captain Breuber pick up the phone that linked him by satellite to Area 51.

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"It's too late," he told Major Quinn. "And even if it wasn't, I wouldn't stop the missile. It's war here, Major. And we're going to win it."

Breuber looked out the thick glass at the front of his bridge, watching the Tomahawk going higher and higher.

AREA 51

D - 6 Minutes, 30 seconds

"Damn it!" Quinn slapped away the mike from in front of his face. He looked up at the front screen. Stratzyda was just minutes out from launching position.

"Turcotte turned over the key to Elek, but he can't get ahold of Lexina to confirm Stratzyda has been aborted." Larry Kincaid had a SATPhone to his ear.

"And Duncan?"

"No word."

"Is Stratzyda shut down?" Quinn asked.

Kincaid shook his head. "Doors are still open, and the talon still controls it."

VICINITY OF EASTER ISLAND D - 6 Minutes

"Power up, lock on targets, all systems fire when ready!" Captain Forster snapped out the orders, and his crew leapt to action. He turned to his helmsman.

"Get us up and away from here."

"Aye, aye, sir."

For the first time in many days, the Springfield was under way, lifting off the bottom, the single screw turning, giving it thrust.

"Torpedoes away!" the weapons officer announced. "Hatches ready to open on Tomahawks when we surface."

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Four MK-48 torpedoes shot out of the tubes and headed—two each—for the foo fighters.

"Bogies bearing in on us," the sonarman warned. "Torpedoes running true on bogies."