Troops charged out from the choppers, converging on the well from opposite sides.
Marshall Judah himself stepped out of one of the choppers, directing the operation.
"Oh, Lily..." West breathed, frozen, stunned.
At the hexagonal well, a CIEF trooper called to Judah: "Sir, you better come and see this."
Judah strode to the edge of the well.
And he was surprised by what he saw.
There, pressed right up right up against the roof-bars of the cage inside the well-her face upturned, with only her mouth and nose and eyes protruding above the surface of the quicksand pool that now filled the well, breathing shallowly and desperately, her lips puckered, was Lily. against the roof-bars of the cage inside the well-her face upturned, with only her mouth and nose and eyes protruding above the surface of the quicksand pool that now filled the well, breathing shallowly and desperately, her lips puckered, was Lily.
Judah wondered how on G.o.d"s Earth she had got into this lifesaving position.
The cage-and the well-must have been at least twelve feet deep. Caught in the grip of the sand, she could never have reached up and grabbed the cage"s roof-bars and lifted herself out- There must be someone else in there, he figured. he figured. Holding her up. Holding her up.
Then Judah saw it.
But only barely, it was so small.
He saw the tip of a gunbarrel gunbarrel protruding a centimetre above the surface of the quicksand pool right next to Lily"s upturned face. It was the tip of a sniper rifle"s gunbarrel-an ultralong Barrett M82A1A sniper rifle. protruding a centimetre above the surface of the quicksand pool right next to Lily"s upturned face. It was the tip of a sniper rifle"s gunbarrel-an ultralong Barrett M82A1A sniper rifle.
Only this gunbarrel was not being used for its original purpose.
It was being used as a snorkel by whoever was holding Lily up from below!
It wasn"t until he had the well-trap reset and drained of quicksand that Judah fully appreciated the scene underneath Lily.
As the quicksand drained away, he beheld Stretch, standing on top of the statue of the winged lion that itself stood in the centre of the well, his own face upturned, breathing through the barrel of his disa.s.sembled Barrett sniper rifle, with Lily balancing on his shoulders in a perfect ballet toe-pose!
Stretch had indeed made his decision.
It would turn out to be a very good one, but for another reason entirely: for Judah would take him and Lily away alive.
Avenger and his team of Israeli commandos would not be so lucky.
For at the secret rear entrance to the Hanging Gardens, an American CIEF squad led by Cal Kallis was waiting for them.
And Kallis had strict orders not not to be merciful. to be merciful.
Avenger and his Israelis-thinking they had got away with the Piece-emerged from the underground tunnel system to see their extraction helicopter lying nearby, charred and smoking, destroyed, its pilots shot dead.
They also found themselves surrounded by Kallis"s team.
The Israelis were quickly disarmed. Then, slowly and deliberately, Cal Kallis executed them all himself-one by one, shooting each man in the head, killing Avenger last of all, smiling meanly the whole time. This was the kind of thing Kallis enjoyed enjoyed.
Then he took the Piece from their dead hands and flew away, leaving the corpses for the desert birds to feast upon.
And so West watched, helpless, as Lily and Stretch were bundled into Judah"s helicopter- -at which moment, a wave of gunfire smacked down all around him, from two Apache attack choppers that appeared suddenly from behind the stalact.i.te.
Horus squawked.
West moved too late.
But Pooh Bear didn"t.
And he saved West"s life-yanking him out of the line of fire and down into the square-shaped well-shaft of the ziggurat.
Down on the floor of the supercavern, Judah snapped round to see the cause of the commotion.
He glimpsed the two tiny figures of Pooh Bear and West up on the peak of the ziggurat-saw Pooh pull West down into the well-shaft that descended into the ziggurat, the shaft known as the Priests" Entrance.
"Jack..." Judah whispered. "Alas, you"ve served your purpose. You"re no longer a protected species. Time for you to die."
Judah returned to his heavily-armed Black Hawk, with Stretch and Lily as his captives. The chopper lifted off and zoomed out of the cavern.
It was quickly followed by the other choppers: the Apaches and the Black Hawks. The American troops covering the liquid floor of the cavern also pulled out, exiting through the blasted-open Great Arch.
Once all his people were out, Judah-still eyeing the top of the ziggurat, the last place he had seen West alive-gave his final order.
"Fire into the stalact.i.te. Bring it down on that ziggurat."
His pilot hesitated. "But sir ...this place is histori-"
"Fire into the stalact.i.te now or I will have you thrown out of this helicopter." The pilot complied.
Moments later, three h.e.l.lfire missiles lanced out from the missile pod of the Black Hawk, their three matching smoketrails spiralling in toward the giant rock formation...
...and they hit.
Shuddering explosions. Starbursts of rock and foliage.
And then, a momentous groaning sound as- -the great stalact.i.te slowly peeled off the ceiling of the supercavern, tilting precariously before ...it fell away from the ceiling.
It sounded like the end of humanity. The sound was deafening.
Great chunks of rock were ripped away from the ceiling as the upside-down mountain fell away from it and crashed down onto the ziggurat.
The tip of the stalact.i.te slammed down against the peak of the ziggurat and the ziggurat-itself the size of a fifteen-storey building -was just crushed crushed like an aluminium can, compressed horribly downwards, like an aluminium can, compressed horribly downwards, totally totally destroyed. destroyed.
Then the great rock formation tipped sideways like a slow-falling tree and splashed down into the quicksand lake on the inner side of the supercavern.
The stalact.i.te hitting the lake had the impact of an aircraft carrier being dropped from a great height into the ocean. An enormous wave of rolling quicksand fanned out from the impact zone, slapping hard against every wall of the supercavern.
Then slowly, very slowly, the stalact.i.te-the fabled Hanging Gardens of Babylon-came to rest, on its side, half-submerged in the wide quicksand lake, just another broken rock formation in a world of broken things.
Thus, the American force left the foothills of the Zagros Mountains with everything they had come for in their grasp: Lily and and the Piece. the Piece.
And somewhere underneath all the wreckage and destruction they left behind-with no possible chance of survival-were Jack West Jr and Pooh Bear.
FRANKFURT, GERMANY.
LUXOR, EGYPT.
19 MARCH, 2006.
THE DAY BEFORE TARTARUS.
MESSE TOWER.
FRANKFURT, GERMANY.
19 MARCH, 2006, 1500 HOURS.
1 DAY BEFORE THE ARRIVAL OF TARTARUS.
At the same time as the Hanging Gardens of Babylon were crashing into oblivion, Wizard, Zoe and Fuzzy were being transported via limousine-under armed guard-from the airfield at Frankfurt Military Base into the city of Frankfurt.
After they"d been captured in Rome, Wizard and his team had been taken by Lear jet to Germany. Having been held overnight at the base on the outskirts of Frankfurt, they were now being taken to the headquarters of the European coalition: the Messe Tower in central Frankfurt.
The Messe Tower is one of the tallest skysc.r.a.pers in Europe. It stands fifty storeys high and is known for one singular feature: its peak is a magnificent gla.s.s pyramid. More importantly-but far less well-known-this pyramid has been "sectioned" horizontally just like the Golden Capstone.
But when a pyramid surmounts a shaft-like column like a tower, it becomes something more again: it becomes an obelisk.
The ultimate symbol of Sun-worship.
Conspiracy theories abound that the Messe Tower, the Canary Wharf Tower in London, and the old World Financial Center in New York-all built in the shape of giant gla.s.s obelisks-formed a modern triumvirate of "super-obelisks" built by the two Sun-worshipping cults: the Catholic Church and the Freemasons.
Wizard thought about these theories as he, Zoe and Fuzzy were brought, handcuffed, to the uppermost floor of the Messe Tower.
They stood inside its spectacular pyramid-shaped pinnacle. Its slanting floor-to-ceiling gla.s.s walls revealed a 360-degree view of Frankfurt and its surrounding rivers and forests.
Francisco del Piero was waiting for them.
"Maximilian Epper! My old seminary cla.s.smate. Oh, how the Church lost a great mind when it lost you. It"s good to see you again, my old friend."
"I"m not your friend, Francisco. What is this about?"
"What is this about? What it"s What it"s always always been about, Max: power. The eternal struggle for one man to rule over another. Call it Europe v America. Call it the Church v the Freemasons. It doesn"t matter. It is all one and the same. A ceaseless battle for power that has lasted generations, all of it coming to a head tomorrow, at a once-in-5,000-years event, an event which can grant absolute power: the arrival of the Tartarus Sunspot." been about, Max: power. The eternal struggle for one man to rule over another. Call it Europe v America. Call it the Church v the Freemasons. It doesn"t matter. It is all one and the same. A ceaseless battle for power that has lasted generations, all of it coming to a head tomorrow, at a once-in-5,000-years event, an event which can grant absolute power: the arrival of the Tartarus Sunspot."
Wizard glanced at Zoe, "Now you can see why I never went through with becoming a priest." To del Piero: "But the Americans have four of the Pieces. You have one, and the last two remain unaccounted for."
"Max. It is not who holds the Pieces now now that matters, but who holds them when Tartarus arrives," del Piero said. "And we will have all the Pieces soon enough. Thanks to your courageous Captain West, we now know that the Tomb of Alexander lies in Luxor-its location to be revealed by the focused rays of the rising Sun shining through the obelisks at the Luxor Temple. The Americans know this, too. that matters, but who holds them when Tartarus arrives," del Piero said. "And we will have all the Pieces soon enough. Thanks to your courageous Captain West, we now know that the Tomb of Alexander lies in Luxor-its location to be revealed by the focused rays of the rising Sun shining through the obelisks at the Luxor Temple. The Americans know this, too.
"But when they arrive at Luxor, we shall be waiting for them. As I say, it is not who holds the Pieces now that matters, but who holds them when Tartarus arrives. We We shall hold them when Tartarus arrives." shall hold them when Tartarus arrives."
"We?" Wizard said.
"Oh yes, I don"t believe you"ve met my young friend and greatest ally..."
Del Piero stepped aside to reveal a small boy, with dark hair,darker eyes and really dark frowning eyebrows. Just in the way he stood and glared at Wizard, the boy had a disconcerting air of superiority about him.
"Max Epper, meet Alexander, son of the Oracle of Siwa, expert in the Language of Thoth and the vessel of Tartarus."
"h.e.l.lo there," Wizard said.
The boy said nothing.
Del Piero said, "He has been groomed since the day he was born-"
"The day you stole him from his mother"s arms..."
"He has been groomed since the day he was born for tomorrow"s event. His command of Thoth is unrivalled. His understanding of the ceremony unmatched. This boy was born to rule, and I have personally inculcated in him the mindset of the perfect ruler. He is strong, he is firm, he is wise ...and he is uncompromising uncompromising, intolerant of the weak and the foolish."
"I thought all the greatest rulers governed for for the weak," Wizard said, "not over them." the weak," Wizard said, "not over them."
"Oh, Max, I love your idealism! So n.o.ble yet so fundamentally flawed. How about this theory: the strong rule, the weak get ruled over. Some are born to rule; most are ruled over. After tomorrow, you will be in the latter group."
Zoe looked at the boy, Alexander. He returned her gaze coldly, without emotion.
"Hey kid," she said. "You ever played Splinter Cell in dual-player mode?"
Del Piero frowned, not understanding. But the boy knew what Splinter Cell was.
"It is a game. Games are tools by which we the rulers keep the ma.s.ses entertained and amused," the boy replied. "Games are for fools. I do not play games games."
"Is that right? Some games teach us lessons that we can use in our everyday lives," Zoe said. "Have you ever thought about that?"
"I do not have an everyday life."
"You want to know what I learned from playing Splinter Cell in dual-player mode?"
"Enthral me."
"It"s always nice to know someone"s watching your back," Zoe said. "My question for you, Alexander, is this: when the going gets tough, who"s gonna be watching your your back?" A dismissive nod at del Piero: "Him?" A disdainful glance at the guards arrayed around the room: "Them?" back?" A dismissive nod at del Piero: "Him?" A disdainful glance at the guards arrayed around the room: "Them?"