LUXOR INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT.
LUXOR, SOUTHERN EGYPT.
20 MARCH, 2006, 0200 HOURS.
THE DAY OF TARTARUS.
In the early hours of the morning on the day the Tartarus Sunspot would turn to face the Earth, three hundred European troops lay in wait around Luxor International Airport, ready to ambush the American force arriving in the southern Egyptian city that night.
Bisected by the River Nile, Luxor is a fairly large town. Heavily dependent on tourism, on its East Bank one will find the Karnak and Luxor temples, two of the most impressive sites in Egypt. The Luxor Temple sits right on the bank of the river, separated from it by a splendid riverside drive called the Corniche.
On the West Bank of Luxor, one will find a cl.u.s.ter of high brown mountains and jagged dry hills that rise up from the desert floor. The very first valley of these dusty hills is the famous Valley of the Kings-the extraordinary collection of deliberately plain tombs that were once filled with all the riches of the pharaohs. It is the home of Tutankhamen"s tomb, Rameses the Great"s tomb, and hundreds of others. Even today, every few years a new tomb is unearthed.
On this western bank, you will also find one of the most mysterious sites of ancient Egypt: Hatshepsut"s Mortuary Temple, constructed by the brilliant woman pharaoh, Hatshepsut.
Built into a great rocky bay in the mountainside, Hatshepsut"s Mortuary Temple is composed of three gigantic colonnaded terraces, all stretching backwards-like three G.o.d-sized steps-each flat tier connected to the next by a colossal rampway.
From its dominant position at the base of the cliffs, it stares proudly back at Luxor, facing the rising Sun. The size of three football fields, it is unique in all of Egypt.
It is also notorious.
In November 1997, six Islamist terrorists armed with machine guns ma.s.sacred 62 tourists in rank cold blood at the site. The terrorists hunted down the unarmed tourists over the course of a terrifying hour, pursuing them through the Temple"s colonnades, before committing group suicide themselves.
Luxor is steeped in history, both ancient and recent.
Luxor"s airport, however, is on the eastern bank, and the American planes landed in the darkness, one after the other, their lights blinking-two C-130 Hercules cargo planes, and landing lightly after them, one sleek Lear jet.
It was a small force-just big enough to safely convey the Pieces in its possession but small enough not to attract too much attention-as Marshall Judah had stated in his intercepted transmission.
As usual, the Egyptian Government, desperate for American approval and money, had allowed their entry into the country with not a single question asked.
But the Egyptian Government did not not know of the 300-strong European force that was at that moment surrounding Luxor"s airstrip, aiming their weapons at the arriving Americans. know of the 300-strong European force that was at that moment surrounding Luxor"s airstrip, aiming their weapons at the arriving Americans.
Father Francisco del Piero sat in a big Toyota Land Cruiser parked just outside the airport, waiting for his French and German troops to make their move. With him were Wizard, Zoe and Fuzzy-handcuffed and immobile, also waiting tensely.
In the Land Cruiser with them was the boy, Alexander, and safely in a large steel trunk, one Piece of the Golden Capstone: the Artemis Piece, recently removed from the main altar of St Peter"s Basilica.
On the runway, two desert-camouflaged Humvees sped out from the cargo hold of the first Hercules and skidded to twin halts beside the Lear jet-the jet that held the Pieces.
A line of troopers emerged from the Lear, guarding a smaller group of men who carried among them five Samsonite cases of varying sizes. These men started loading the Samsonite cases onto the rear tray of a third Humvee-a black one-that had just arrived.
The Pieces.
The Europeans sprang their trap-in a kind of surreal unearthly silence.
They leapt from the shadows-French and German commandos-black-clad ghosts wearing night-vision goggles and running with sub-machine guns pressed to their shoulders, the muzzles of those guns spitting forth silenced tongues of deadly fire.
The American troops at the Lear never stood a chance.
They fell in a hail of blood and bullets, dropping to the tarmac. Likewise all the drivers of the Humvees: they were ripped to shreds by the charging French and German commandos.
It was over in minutes.
As various "Clear!" signals were given, del Piero drove out onto the runway.
He joined the European troops gathered around the black Humvee parked beside the Lear.
With a smile of supreme satisfaction, he strode over to the Humvee"s rear tray, opened it, and unclasped the lock on the nearest Samsonite case- -to discover that it was filled with worthless bricks and a single Post-it note: Careful, Father del Piero.
Don"t let any blood get on you.
Judah.
Del Piero"s eyes went wide.
He whirled around- -just as an absolutely devastating devastating burst of co-ordinated sniper fire whistled all around him-sizzling and popping past his ears- and in a single terrifying instant, burst of co-ordinated sniper fire whistled all around him-sizzling and popping past his ears- and in a single terrifying instant, every one every one of the ten troopers standing around him was. .h.i.t by separate sniper rounds, their heads all exploding in simultaneous bursts of red, their bodies crumpling like rag dolls. of the ten troopers standing around him was. .h.i.t by separate sniper rounds, their heads all exploding in simultaneous bursts of red, their bodies crumpling like rag dolls.
Only del Piero was unhit. Only he remained standing. The burst of fire had been so well-aimed, so well-co-ordinated that this was clearly deliberate.
Blood, bone and brain matter had sprayed everywhere, splattering all over del Piero"s face.
At which moment, the 1,000-strong 1,000-strong American force that had been lying in wait in the mudbrick houses and sewers of Luxor American force that had been lying in wait in the mudbrick houses and sewers of Luxor behind behind the European ambush force moved in. the European ambush force moved in.
They were merciless, ruthless-as ruthless as the Europeans had been to the Americans. Even those European troops who surrendered were executed where they stood.
None were left alive-except for del Piero and the four other people who were inside his Land Cruiser: Wizard, Zoe, Fuzzy and the boy, Alexander.
It was at this time that the real real American air convoy arrived at Luxor. American air convoy arrived at Luxor.
The first one had been a decoy, its men expendable: live bait to draw out the waiting European force.
Now with the airport secured, Judah arrived in a second Lear jet, flanked by a couple of F-15s and tailed by no less than six ma.s.sive Hercules cargo planes.
The air convoy landed, one plane after the other, their landing lights blazing through the clear night air.
Judah"s Lear swung to a halt beside the first "decoy" Lear...
...where del Piero still stood like a thief caught with his hands in the till, covered now by American CIEF troops and surrounded by the bloodied corpses of his own men.
Judah just strolled casually out of his private jet, appraised del Piero coldly, before nodding at the blood on the priest"s face.
"Father del Piero. My old teacher. It"s good to see you again. You didn"t heed my warning. I told you to be careful about the flying blood."
Del Piero said nothing.
Just then, a figure appeared behind Judah: an old, old old man, gnarled and hunched. He had a bare blotch-speckled scalp and wore a leather coat and thick c.o.ke-bottle gla.s.ses that obscured his evil little eyes. man, gnarled and hunched. He had a bare blotch-speckled scalp and wore a leather coat and thick c.o.ke-bottle gla.s.ses that obscured his evil little eyes.
Judah said, "Father, I don"t believe you"ve met Hans Koenig. He"s been a guest of the United States since 1945 and has been searching for the Capstone for a very very long time." long time."
Del Piero gasped, "Koenig and Hessler. The two n.a.z.i explorers..."
"Colonel Judah!" Cal Kallis called from the rear of the Land Cruiser. He stood by the boot of the big four-wheel drive, having opened the steel case there, revealing the Artemis Piece. "We have the Europeans" Piece. We also have the boy ...and a couple of West"s people."
Kallis held Alexander out in front of him. His men covered the handcuffed Wizard, Zoe and Fuzzy.
Judah grinned. "Why, Father del Piero, what possible reason could you have for bringing these good people along on your mission? I imagine it will be exactly the same reason I will keep you with me."
Del Piero"s eyes went wide with fear.
Judah enjoyed it. "What does the Bible say? Do unto others as you would have them do to you. How ironic."
He beheld the boy. So did the n.a.z.i, Koenig.
"So this is him. The son of the Oracle. Alexander, I believe," Judah bowed respectfully. "My name is Marshall Judah, from the United States of America. It"s my honour to make your acquaintance."
The boy-completely fearlessly-returned his gaze evenly, but said nothing.
Judah said, "It"s also my honour to present to you, for the first time, your sister."
With that, Judah stepped aside, to reveal, standing shyly behind him, with her legs nervously crossed and her head bowed: Lily.
In the pre-dawn, a dense low mist hung over Luxor.
Through this unnatural haze moved a convoy of heavy vehicles, their headlights casting beams of light.
It was the American force, rushing toward the Luxor Temple.
The Temple sat beside the Nile-with its immense pylon gateway guarded by two colossal statues of Rameses II, seated on identical thrones, and its obelisk standing proudly but alone out in front, its twin long since removed to Paris.
The convoy of US vehicles included Humvees, jeeps, motorcycles, a single Apache helicopter overhead, and in the middle of it all, a long lumbering flat-bed semi-trailer, on which sat a large folded-up crane.
At the Temple, under the glare of floodlights, the Americans raised the mobile crane alongside the still-standing obelisk, in the exact spot where the obelisk"s identical twin had once stood.
The crane was a cherry-picker, not unlike those used by electricity workers to fix power lines, with a basket at its summit big enough for three or four men. Judah, Kallis and Koenig were raised up in it.
"Herr Koenig," Judah said. "You have your copy of your colleague"s diary?"
The old hunched-over Koenig held up his own secretly-made copy of Hessler"s diary. "As always, Herr Judah," he hissed.
As they rose up the flank of the existing obelisk, a.n.a.lysing the many hieroglyphs on its sides, Koenig flipped to the relevant page in the diary: FROM THE SECRET GOSPEL OF ST MARKAT DAWN ON THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT,.
THAT FINAL HORRIBLE DAY,.
AT THE ONLY TEMPLE THAT BEARS BOTH THEIR NAMES,.
THREAD THE POWER OF RA THROUGH THE EYES OF.
GREAT RAMESES"S TOWERING NEEDLES, FROM THE SECOND OWL ON THE FIRST.
TO THE THIRD ON THE SECOND ....
... WHEREBY THE TOMB OF ISKENDER WILL BE REVEALED.
THERE YOU WILL FIND THE FIRST PIECE.
At the summit of the lone obelisk they found three carved owls, seated side-by-side. There, just as West had done on the Paris Obelisk, Judah extracted a little plug-stone from a carving of the Sun above the second owl. He found a second plug on the other side, and removed it too- -to reveal a bore-hole running horizontally through through the obelisk, from east to west ...again, just as West had found in Paris. the obelisk, from east to west ...again, just as West had found in Paris.
Judah then had his crane-basket brought over to where the summit of the other other obelisk-the one now in Paris-would have stood. obelisk-the one now in Paris-would have stood.
"You have the measurements, Herr Koenig?"
"To the millimetre, Herr Judah."
And so, using a caesium altimeter and a digital inclinometer to get the angles and the height absolutely correct, they erected a pipe-like cylinder on a tripod in their basket. They erected it horizontally, angling it according to their measurements, in effect, recreating the bore-hole of the missing obelisk, the bore-hole that would have sat above the third owl on that obelisk.
They had got it just right when the orange rim of the Sun peeked over the eastern horizon and dawn came on the Day of Tartarus.
The power power of the rising Sun was instantly noticed by all. of the rising Sun was instantly noticed by all.
On this day, the Day of Tartarus, it was hotter, fiercer. It practically burned burned through the hazy low-hanging mist in dazzling horizontal shafts creating mini-rainbows in the air. through the hazy low-hanging mist in dazzling horizontal shafts creating mini-rainbows in the air.
Then it struck the uppermost tip of the obelisk-and the high needle of rock seemed to shine majestically-before the beam of sunlight slowly began to move down the obelisk.
The American force watched it in awe.
From his basket, Judah watched it in triumph.
From his position down in one of the Humvees, Wizard watched it in grim silence.
Then the sunlight struck the bore-hole on the existing obelisk and shone directly through it... and shone directly through it...
...whence it continued on, shooting right into the pipe on Judah"s crane...
...and suddenly the great shaft of sunlight combined with the unnatural mist to become a tiny laser-like beam of multi-coloured sunlight.