The Midas Legacy (Wilde/Chase 12) (43 page)

Nina leapt at him from behind. De Klerx hit the brace chest-first. Winded, he dropped to his knees.

She tried to pull the rifle free, but the magnets were too strong – all she managed was to turn it in place. But she couldn’t bring it to bear on De Klerx as he hauled himself back up, the muzzle wedged against the cables—

Not cables.
Pipes
.

She pulled the trigger.

The bullet blasted through the tubing – unleashing a steaming jet of liquid nitrogen.

It gushed over De Klerx’s legs, the supercooled liquid instantly freezing them solid. Nina flung herself clear with a shriek of pain as stray droplets hissed on her clothing.

But it was nothing compared to the Dutchman’s agony. He screamed, his howl echoing through the tunnel even over the noise of the particle accelerator.

Eddie dragged Nina clear as ice clogged the end of the ruptured pipe, cutting the flood to a spray – then sent a sweeping kick at De Klerx’s frozen knees. ‘Chill out!’

Both the wailing Dutchman’s legs exploded into blood-red shards. The rest of him dropped to the floor, his head falling straight through the still-escaping liquid nitrogen. His scream was instantly cut off, his skull flash-freezing before bursting apart into a million glittering fragments as it hit the concrete.

‘Did it get you?’ Eddie asked as he lifted Nina to her feet. ‘Are you hurt?’

‘I dunno, I dunno!’ She checked the backs of her legs. The splashes were tiny patches of pure white on her trousers, but they felt as if she had been burned by cigarettes. ‘I can still move.’

‘Great, ’cause we need to!’ He looked back through the swirling steam. The control room was still partially visible beyond the tunnel entrance. He saw a face appear at the window, staring down at the open radiation shields with first disbelief, then fear. ‘Come on!’

They both ran, leaving the smashed corpsicle behind. ‘Did you
really
just say “Chill out”?’ Nina panted.

‘Pretty sure I already used “Ice to see you” somewhere,’ he replied. Another glance over his shoulder as they continued around the tunnel. The chamber finally passed out of sight, blocked by concrete and solid rock, but he had absolutely no intention of stopping.

The technician looking down at the accelerator screamed a warning. Another operator scrambled to reach the unattended console with the radiation shield control, but too late—

A flash of indescribable colour from the Crucible – and the radiation alarm screeched, warning lights flashing.

Nobody in the control room was alive to pay heed. The neutron burst had penetrated the thin walls, and everything within. Neutrons were even more damaging to organic matter than gamma radiation, the technicians’ flesh almost liquefied as they collapsed dead over their instruments.

With no one to shut down the particle accelerator, it kept running at full power, temperature gauges rising as the liquid nitrogen systems struggled to cool the electromagnets. One readout in particular rocketed upwards as the vital fluid dribbled out over the remains of Rutger De Klerx . . .

The elevator was halfway back to the runway level when an alarm sounded. Kang and Bok both blanched, the security chief shouting into his walkie-talkie and getting no reply. ‘What’s happened?’ asked Sarah, seeing her husband’s concern.

‘Radiation!’ gasped Kang. ‘A radiation leak!’

‘What? But how—’

‘They must have sabotaged the shields,’ said Mikkelsson. ‘If there was an unprotected neutron burst down there, it will have killed everyone in the control room.’

‘What about Rutger?’ His silence gave Sarah her answer. ‘Oh my God! What about us, are we safe?’

‘We’re shielded by the rock. Even high-energy neutrons can only penetrate a short distance.’ He looked over the car’s side. ‘But there is a chance that contamination might be drawn upwards by the ventilation system. Colonel, you should evacuate the facility until a hazmat team can secure the accelerator.’ Kang nodded, then gestured for Bok to hand him the radio.

‘And . . . 
them
?’ Sarah said, hesitating before saying the names. ‘Nina and her husband?’

‘I don’t know. If they got far enough around the tunnel, they might have survived.’

‘But they can’t get out, surely? The tunnel’s a loop – they can only go back to the control room, and that’ll kill them!’

Bok frowned in realisation. ‘There are ladders to the level above.’

Kang broke off from issuing the evacuation order to bark a new command: ‘All security forces! Find the Westerners – and
kill them
!’

40

Eddie looked back in the direction of the flash as he and Nina hurried around the tunnel. ‘What the fuck was that?’ he shouted over the accelerator’s wavering screech.

‘The neutron burst,’ she gasped in reply. ‘If we’d been any closer, we might have ended up like Lot’s wife!’ He gave her a blank look. ‘From the Bible? Turned into a pillar of salt?’

‘You remember that I skived out of Sunday school, right? But are we safe even if we weren’t in line of sight of it?’

‘We shouldn’t have been directly exposed. But I don’t think it’d be a good idea to go back.’

‘Hopefully we won’t need to.’ Eddie pointed ahead. There was an alcove set into the inner wall, a ladder leading upwards. Some of the accelerator’s cabling branched off and ran up the narrow shaft alongside it. ‘Must go to the next level.’

‘Anywhere’s better than here.’ They climbed over the gleaming tube—

A thudding jolt shook it. ‘What was that?’ Eddie said, jumping down on the other side.

‘I don’t know,’ said Nina, ‘but I doubt it was anything good . . .’

Confirmation came a moment later as the boom of an explosion echoed down the tunnel.

Without coolant, the electromagnets had overheated – and blown apart, the blast ripping through the pipework and cables around them. More liquid nitrogen erupted from the main feeder pipe. Without the magnetic field to guide the beam around the loop, the racing subatomic particles now wanted to travel in a straight line. They smashed into the wall of the metal tube, within seconds turning it red hot. The neighbouring electromagnets also overloaded as their coolant supply was cut off, a chain reaction tearing the enormous machine apart—

Eddie and Nina ran for the alcove as the blasts ripped towards them. A dense wall of swirling mist raced through the tunnel ahead of the explosions – not steam, but the air freezing as liquid nitrogen gushed along the floor. He practically flung her up to grab a higher rung before scrambling into the narrow shaft behind her. The icy wavefront gushed past below, detonations rattling the ladder as more magnets blew to pieces.

‘Keep climbing!’ Eddie yelled.

‘You think?’ Nina shot back sarcastically.

The top of the dimly lit shaft was a small dot a long way above. They continued their hurried ascent – as another, more violent explosion shook the walls.

The overload reached the accelerator’s particle source, on the opposite side of the huge loop from the control room. It exploded, sending one final surge of energy through the failing system. The electromagnets guiding the beam into the Crucible fluctuated, the stream of superfast particles burning into the crystalline sphere’s support frame. It melted like wax under a blowtorch, pitching its contents to the floor as more liquid nitrogen swilled from ruptured pipes—

Extreme heat met extreme cold as the Crucible hit the ground. There could only be one result. Not even the strange material of the Atlantean artefact could withstand such stresses. It burst apart, shimmering splinters scattering across the chamber.

Before they had even come to rest, a wall of fire tore through the room, obliterating everything.

A sudden rush of wind from the tunnel below warned Nina and Eddie that danger was coming their way. ‘
Hang on!
’ cried the Englishman.

A thunderous shock wave pounded the shaft, tearing away the ladder’s lowest section and jolting those above so hard that they both almost lost their grip. Smoke and embers surged upwards, blinding them in a hot, stinking haze. Then the noise faded, residual echoes of disintegrating machinery still rolling through the underground passage.

Nina coughed, squinting downwards. Her husband was still gripping the ladder below her. ‘Keep going,’ he gasped, ‘or we’ll choke on this crap.’ They resumed their climb, the bullet wound in Nina’s arm burning with renewed pain. ‘So, you think everything that just blew up was expensive?’

‘I’m going to guess that any
sane
poverty-stricken country wouldn’t even have considered it,’ she replied.

‘You haven’t met many dictators, have you?’

‘Have you?’

‘More than I’d like.’

‘Why am I not surprised?’ Nina reached the top of the ladder. ‘Okay, big-ass manhole cover blocking the way.’

‘Let me see.’ She leaned aside so Eddie could peer at the obstruction. ‘No locking bar on this side. Either we can just push it open, or . . .’

‘Or?’

‘Or it’s locked from the top.’

She sighed. ‘I will be really,
really
pissed if the thing that keeps us from getting out of here is a buck-fifty padlock.’

‘Pretty sure there’ll be more than that trying to stop us. Shift over.’ She squeezed against the cables, Eddie squirming up beside her. ‘This is cosy.’

‘Mind on the job, mister.’ They both managed their first smiles in some time. ‘Are you ready?’

‘Yeah.’ He wedged his shoulder against the cover, bracing his feet. ‘On three.’

He counted down, then both pushed upwards. For a moment the heavy metal disc remained firmly in place, before shifting with a graunch of rusted metal. Eddie shoved harder, Nina seeing faint lights through the gap as it widened. ‘Looks like a tunnel,’ she said.

He raised a foot to a higher rung and strained again. The cover rose, Nina forcing it sideways. A few more seconds of effort, then Eddie lowered to bring it down flat on the floor before shoving it clear. ‘That’s given me a chip on my shoulder – out of the fucking bone.’

He retreated to give Nina space to climb out. ‘Are you all right?’ she asked, helping him up.

‘I’ll be fine, so long as I don’t have to carry any sacks of coal.’ He surveyed their surroundings. ‘Okay, now where the hell are we?’

They had emerged in a tunnel, rectangular in cross-section rather than circular. Other passages branched off it. ‘This was the level they were digging out, wasn’t it? Maybe they haven’t finished it yet.’

Eddie’s gaze followed the path of the cables from the shaft to the ceiling, where they joined other thick skeins running overhead. ‘They all go that way,’ he said, pointing down one leg of the gloomy tunnel. ‘Those power lines we saw on the way up the mountain came in through the runway tunnel, so if we follow ’em, they should take us to the way out. Eventually.’

‘We’ve still got to get up there, though,’ Nina reminded him as they started down the passage. ‘I don’t think calling the elevator will be a good idea.’

‘Hopefully there’s more ladders— Oh balls.’ A sound from somewhere ahead: the echoing clatter of running feet, growing louder. ‘They’re probably not here to give us a guided tour.’ They hurried into a dimly lit side passage.

‘Where do you think this goes?’ Nina asked.

‘Somewhere that hasn’t got a shitload of soldiers running towards us, I hope.’ They rounded a corner, seeing a crossroads ahead. ‘Great, it’s a fucking maze.’

‘Look, more cables.’ Another set of heavy-duty power lines ran across the intersection. ‘Do we follow them?’

‘Yeah,’ he decided. ‘They probably join up with the ones behind us.’ They ran to the crossing and turned right.

The tunnel complex turned out to be extensive. Following the power cables, they went through chambers that had been completed but stood empty, awaiting new production lines. The chatter of the soldiers’ boots was still behind them, but dispersing as they spread out to search. The open manhole had been found.

Other noises became audible ahead. Underlying everything was the wail of an alarm, but through it they heard a constant chittering: the clash of metal tools against rock. ‘This must be where they’re digging,’ said Nina nervously, remembering that the slave workers were being overseen by numerous armed guards.

Eddie saw brighter lights where the tunnel opened out. ‘Shit, we might have to go through that to get to the way out.’

The cables ran into the new chamber. They had not recently passed any side routes that might safely skirt the excavations – and Nina’s glance back caught the distant flare of a flashlight. ‘They’re coming!’

‘Fuckeration,’ muttered Eddie. ‘Okay, we don’t have much choice . . .’

They slowed as they approached the end of the passage. A ragged cavern had been blasted out of the mountain’s heart, now being shaped by hand. Eddie crouched and led Nina behind a pile of rubble just inside to survey the scene. About two dozen prisoners were working in the irregular space, some hacking at the stone walls with picks while others cleared the debris and loaded it on to a conveyor belt heading down the tunnel into which the cables ran. They were overseen by three soldiers: two with Type 58 rifles, the third with a shotgun. The trio seemed unsure how to respond to the alarm. Even in the troops’ confused state, though, there was no way Nina and Eddie could reach the exit without being seen.

‘Okay, what do we do?’ Nina whispered.

Eddie’s gaze followed the conveyor, seeing a stack of red-painted wooden crates near the tunnel mouth. Explosives, he guessed; dynamite or something similar. A potential weapon, but he would be shot long before reaching them. He looked back at the piles of broken stone around the cavern’s perimeter. ‘Maybe we can sneak round these if we—’

A voice blared over a loudspeaker. Even without knowing the language, both recognised it as Bok’s. ‘What’s he saying?’ Nina wondered.

‘Probably warning about us,’ Eddie replied, but the sudden change in the guards’ expressions revealed that something else was going on. Confusion gave way to shock as Bok continued to bark commands – then the emotion spread to the workers, a wave of fear running through the chamber. A few broke from their places, pleading in horror.

That small show of resistance was enough to snap the soldiers out of their bewilderment. Faces turning as hard as the surrounding stone, they spread out, shouting at their prisoners and gesturing for them to gather together in the centre of the space. Most went meekly even in their obvious terror, but a few fled, scrambling behind the rubble.

‘Shit,’ Nina gasped. ‘They’re going to kill them!’ The alarm was probably a radiation warning, prompting an evacuation – and the slave workers were considered disposable, too much trouble to corral and bring to the surface.

A woman burst from the main group and sprinted around the edge of the cavern, towards the passage behind Eddie and Nina. Two soldiers hurried to intercept her, bellowing orders. She ignored them, crossing an open space between the mounds of rubble—

One running guard fired his shotgun. The frightened woman’s grimy clothing shredded in a spray of red as the pellets ripped into her chest. She tumbled limply to the floor, trailing blood. The prisoners screamed, more of them scattering.

The other soldiers turned, about to unleash automatic fire upon the helpless crowd—

There was a pickaxe on the pile of stones by Eddie. He snatched it up as he charged from cover at the man with the shotgun, swinging it – and impaling him through the back, its long spike bursting out of the soldier’s chest with a torn chunk of his heart transfixed upon the end. The Korean let out a gargling shriek, the Englishman grabbing his gun as he fell.

The nearest soldier spun in surprise—

Eddie lunged at him, pumping the shotgun to load a new shell and firing it into his stomach. The point-blank blast tore a hole right through the soldier’s body, a gruesome fountain of blood and intestines exploding out of his back.

The third soldier, forty feet away, whirled to face the new threat—

Eddie rapidly pumped the shotgun again before body-slamming the dead man at chest height and ramming the weapon straight through the gory hole in his torso. Bullets smacked into the corpse’s upper body and punched messily out just above the Englishman’s head.

Hand inside the dead soldier’s guts, he pulled the trigger again.

The shotgun boomed. Forty feet was still well within its lethal range, the tightly packed spray of red-hot pellets reducing the North Korean’s face and upper chest to bloody mince. He staggered backwards, firing a last few rounds before collapsing.

Nina scrambled over the debris. ‘Eddie! They’re coming, behind us!’ The tramp of approaching feet had grown faster at the sound of gunfire.

‘Get that gun!’ he shouted, pointing at the last soldier’s fallen rifle. She ran past her husband as he snatched up the second man’s weapon and hurried back to the rubble near the tunnel entrance. He dived on to the pile of stones, taking aim at the opening.

More soldiers rushed from the passage—

Eddie’s rifle blazed, bloodily cutting down the half-dozen North Koreans. He jumped up and ran to the fallen troops. One was still moving, clawing for his gun. A single shot to the back of his skull ended the threat. The Yorkshireman peered around the corner. No movement in the gloom. ‘Nina, we’re clear. Come on!’ He swapped his empty weapon for one of the fully loaded ones on the floor, then headed for the exit.

‘What about the workers?’ Nina said. She had picked up the Type 58, the prisoners regarding her fearfully. ‘The soldiers will kill them!’

‘Don’t suppose any of you speak English?’ Eddie called to them.

To his surprise, he got an answer. A skinny man with a swollen purple bruise on one cheek tentatively raised his hand. ‘I . . . speak English,’ he said quietly, hardly daring to meet their gaze.

‘Okay,’ Eddie replied. ‘I’m Eddie, she’s Nina, and we’re leaving. All of us. The guns over there – get them. We’ll have to shoot our way out.’

That only intensified the man’s fear. ‘We’re trapped down here too,’ said Nina. ‘They’re trying to kill us, just like you – we don’t have a choice.’

‘If you get the guns, at least you can fight back,’ Eddie added. Nobody was yet in sight down the main tunnel, but the wailing alarm and the conveyor’s rattle prevented him from hearing if anyone was approaching from its side passages. ‘Even if you don’t want to come, tell the others so they can decide for themselves.’

The man hesitated, then spoke in his native language to the prisoners. It quickly became clear that there were two groups: those who had been so traumatised and crushed by their jailers that they were afraid even to consider the possibility of escape, and a smaller number who while just as physically ground down still harboured a spark of resistance. These latter moved warily away from the others as if expecting some cruel trick; when it became clear they were not about to be punished, they went to the dead soldiers and shared out their weapons. When all the guns were taken, the remainder gathered pickaxes, determined not to be left defenceless.