"My name is West. Jack West Jr. I"m here to offer you a one-time deal. We get you out of here, and you help us find the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World and from them, the Golden Capstone of the Great Pyramid. What do you say?"
Any resistance Zaeed still harboured disappeared in an instant at the mention of the Wonders. In his wild eyes, West saw several things at once: recognition, comprehension and naked ravenous ambition.
"I will go with you," Zaeed said.
"Then let"s move-"
"Wait!" Zaeed shouted. "They implanted a microchip in my neck! A locater! You have to extract it, or they"ll know where you"ve taken me!"
"We"ll do it on the plane! Come on, we"ve got to run!" West called above the sirens. "Zoe! Rope!"
A rope was hurled into the hut from the hole in the roof, and together West and Mustapha Zaeed scrambled up it, out of the cell.
Over at the golf course, the two teams of Recon Marines arrived to behold the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus standing on the ruins of the shed that had once been their clubhouse, illuminating the area for a full 500 yards with a dozen outward-pointed floodlights. standing on the ruins of the shed that had once been their clubhouse, illuminating the area for a full 500 yards with a dozen outward-pointed floodlights.
Blinded by the dazzling lights, the Marines spread out around the big black 747, raised their guns- -just as a withering volley of gunfire erupted from the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus"s four revolving gun turrets.
The volley of bullets slammed into the Recon Marines, sent them flying backwards through the air, slamming them into trees and vehicles.
But they weren"t dead.
The bullets were rubber bullets, like those West and his team had used in the quarry in Sudan.
West"s instructions to his team had been simple: you only kill someone who wants to kill you. You never ever kill men who are just doing their job. you only kill someone who wants to kill you. You never ever kill men who are just doing their job.
And as far as West was concerned, he had no quarrel with the Marine guards at Guantanamo Bay-only with their government and its backers.
The rubber bullets, however, had another effect on the Recon Marines-it made them think this was an exercise exercise, an elaborate surprise in the dead of night designed by their superiors to test their response.
And so they actually became less less lethal. They concentrated on surrounding and containing the plane, rather than destroying it. lethal. They concentrated on surrounding and containing the plane, rather than destroying it.
But then, to their surprise, the big black 747 started moving again, rolling around in a tight circle until it was pointed back up the 18th fairway of the golf course.
Then with its guns still blazing, the big plane"s engines fired up. The roar they made was absolutely deafening in the night.
Then the great plane started rumbling back up back up the fairway, having unloaded not a single trooper, having done-seemingly- absolutely nothing. the fairway, having unloaded not a single trooper, having done-seemingly- absolutely nothing.
But then came the most amazing sight.
Two winged winged figures came shooting over the treetops from behind the Recon Marines-black-clad figures wearing carbon-fibre wing-sets-chasing after the fleeing 747, firing compressed air thrusters on their backs. They flew in a series of long swoops, like hang-gliders powered by the odd thrust of compressed air. figures came shooting over the treetops from behind the Recon Marines-black-clad figures wearing carbon-fibre wing-sets-chasing after the fleeing 747, firing compressed air thrusters on their backs. They flew in a series of long swoops, like hang-gliders powered by the odd thrust of compressed air.
And as the Marines saw the winged figures more closely, their hearts sank for they now understood that this hadn"t been an exercise at all.
For one of the low-flying winged intruders carried a man man harnessed to his chest: a shaven-headed man still dressed in the bright orange coveralls of a Camp 3 detainee. harnessed to his chest: a shaven-headed man still dressed in the bright orange coveralls of a Camp 3 detainee.
This was a jailbreak ... ...
The two winged figures swooped in low over the right-hand wing of the rolling Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus, where they landed deftly and ran inside an emergency door which swung shut behind them.
Then the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus picked up speed and thundered down the two fairways and just before it hit the woods at the far end, it lifted off, taking to the air. picked up speed and thundered down the two fairways and just before it hit the woods at the far end, it lifted off, taking to the air.
Three Black Hawk choppers followed for a short while, firing after it in vain, but they could never hope to keep up with the fleeing 747.
A couple of F-15 strike fighters would be dispatched 10 minutes later, but by the time they were in the air and on the right heading, the ghostly 747-defying their radar scans and transponder searches-was gone.
It was last seen heading south, disappearing somewhere over Cuba"s nearest neighbour in that direction.
Jamaica.
An hour later, in another part of the world, a digital teleprinter printed out an intercepted radio transmission:
TRANS INTERCEPT:.
SAT BT-1009/03.17.06-1399.
A40-TEXT TRANSMISSION.
FROM:.
USAF SECURE FREQUENCY, ASWAN MILITARY AIRFIELD (EGYPT).
TO:.
UNSPECIFIED DESTINATION, MARYLAND (USA).
VOICE 1 (USA): The President is becoming increasingly anxious, Colonel. And his mood was not lifted by a report that just came in from Gitmo: someone broke a terrorist out of Camp Delta, a Saudi named Zaeed who we"ve discovered has connections with the Capstone project. The President is becoming increasingly anxious, Colonel. And his mood was not lifted by a report that just came in from Gitmo: someone broke a terrorist out of Camp Delta, a Saudi named Zaeed who we"ve discovered has connections with the Capstone project.
VOICE 2 (EGYPT): It was West. He"s bold, I"ll give him that. He must have hit a snag and decided he needed Zaeed. It was West. He"s bold, I"ll give him that. He must have hit a snag and decided he needed Zaeed.
VOICE 1 (USA): Does he? Do we need this Zaeed? Does he? Do we need this Zaeed?
VOICE 2 (EGYPT): No. We got all we needed from Mustapha Zaeed while he was under. No. We got all we needed from Mustapha Zaeed while he was under.
[LONG PAUSE].
VOICE 1 (USA): Colonel Judah, should we be nervous? The President has ordered that a draft "Address to the Nation" be written, concerning the evacuation of the coastal cities, just in case you don"t succeed. Colonel Judah, should we be nervous? The President has ordered that a draft "Address to the Nation" be written, concerning the evacuation of the coastal cities, just in case you don"t succeed.
VOICE 2 (EGYPT): Tell him we will succeed. To date, everything has gone according to plan. West is containable at any time we choose, but it"s also very useful to have him running around. And the Europeans have acted just as we antic.i.p.ated. Tell the President to go ahead and write his speech, but he"ll never have to use it. Judah, out. Tell him we will succeed. To date, everything has gone according to plan. West is containable at any time we choose, but it"s also very useful to have him running around. And the Europeans have acted just as we antic.i.p.ated. Tell the President to go ahead and write his speech, but he"ll never have to use it. Judah, out.
VICTORIA STATION, KENYA.
20032006
VICTORIA STATION.
SOUTHERN KENYA.
20032006
Throughout the team"s time in Kenya, a large gla.s.s jar sat on top of the kitchen bench.
It was the "Swear Jar". Every time a member of the team was caught swearing or cursing in front of Lily, they had to put a dollar in it.
And since they were soldiers, it was nearly always full. The proceeds of the Swear Jar went toward toys or books or ballet clothes for Lily.
Naturally, since it was she who would ultimately benefit from their indiscretion, Lily loved catching team-members swearing. It became commonplace for any curse heard around the station to be followed by her voice chiming: "Swear Jar!"
She was also given pocket money in return for doing ch.o.r.es around the farm.
It was West and Wizard"s idea. They wanted her upbringing- already highly unusual-to appear, at least to her, as normal as possible. Doing ch.o.r.es with the other team-members-gathering wood with Big Ears; helping Pooh Bear clean his tools; and on a very momentous occasion, feeding Horus for West-made her feel like she was contributing; made her feel like she was part of a family. It also just made her a nice kid.
As she grew older, however, she grew increasingly curious, and she began to learn more about the team around her.
She learned, for example, that Pooh Bear was the second son of the most powerful sheik in the United Arab Emirates.
And that Wizard had once studied to be a Catholic priest but never went through with it.
She also discovered that Zoe had once been rea.s.signed from the armed forces to study archaeology under Wizard at Trinity College, Dublin.
Apparently, Jack West had studied there with her-having also been sent by his home country to learn from the Canadian professor.
West"s home country.
Lily was ever curious about Australia. It was indeed a curiosity, full of contradictions. Eighty per cent of its enormous landma.s.s was made up of desert, yet it also possessed supermodern cities like Sydney, famous beaches like Bells and Bondi, and superb natural formations like Uluru and the Great Barrier Reef, which-she discovered-had been named as one of the Seven Natural Natural Wonders of the World. Wonders of the World.
Over time, Lily developed more sophisticated questions about Australia, including its place in international relations. Australia only had a population of 20 million people, so despite its physical size, globally speaking it was a small country.
And yet while its military was equally small, one particular aspect of it was world-renowned: Australia was the home of what was widely acknowledged to be the best special forces unit in the world, the SAS-West"s former regiment.
Another thing piqued her interest: during the 20th century, Australia had been one of America"s closest and most loyal allies. In World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Kuwait, Australia had always been the first country to stand beside the United States.
And yet not now.
This perplexed Lily, so she decided to ask West about it.
One rainy day, she went into his study, and found him working in darkness and silence (with Horus perched on his chair-back) staring at his computer screen, chewing on a pen, deep in thought.
Lily strolled around his office, idly touching the books on the shelves. She saw his whiteboard with the words "4 MISSING DAYS OF MY LIFE-CORONADO?" still written on it. She also noticed that the sealed gla.s.s jar with the rusty-red dirt in it had been removed.
He didn"t acknowledge her presence, kept staring at his computer monitor.
She came round behind him, saw the image on his screen. It was a digital photo of some giant hieroglyphics carved into a wall somewhere. Lily translated them quickly in her head:
ENTER THE EMBRACE OF ANUBIS WILLINGLY, AND YOU SHALL LIVE BEYOND THE COMING OF RA.
ENTER AGAINST YOUR WILL, AND YOUR PEOPLE SHALL RULE FOR BUT ONE EON, BUT YOU SHALL LIVE NO MORE.
ENTER NOT AT ALL, AND THE WORLD SHALL BE NO MORE.
"What do you reckon?" West asked suddenly, not turning to face her.
Lily froze, put on the spot. "I ...I don"t know..."
West swivelled. "I"m thinking it"s about death and the afterlife, in the form of an address from Amun to the Jesus-like character, Horus. "The embrace of Anubis" is death. If Horus accepts his death willingly, he will rise again and confer a benefit on his people. A bit like Christ dying on the cross. But enough of that. What brings you here today, kiddo?"
A vigorous discussion followed about AustralianAmerican relations, about the rise of America as a sole superpower, and the concerns of Australia that its friend was becoming something of a global bully. "Sometimes a good friend," West said, "has to show tough love. It"s also much better to get taught a difficult lesson from your friend than from your enemy."
West then abruptly changed the subject. "Lily, there"s something I have to tell you. When all this comes to a head, if it turns out as I hope it will, I"m probably going to have to go away for a while-"
"Go away?" Lily said, alarmed.
"Yes. Lie low. Go someplace where no-one can find me. Disappear."