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"What did you run over?" Blakely asked.
Jason screamed behind them, "Watch out!" He already had his seat belt undone and was clambering over the front seat to join them.
The rear window of the Bronco shattered inward as a crocodilian head rammed through. The safety-glass coating kept the pane together, draping over the snout of the beast. The creature struggled to shake it loose.
"Out!" Roland commanded. "Run for the water."
Roland pulled Jason after him. Blakely clambered over to the driver's seat and dropped out of the Bronco.
Smoke enveloped them as they struck for the water. Blakely desperately hoped he was right and the dock was nearby. Glancing back, Blakely glimpsed the beast struggling to free its head of the Bronco, screeching its frustration. Once free, it would be upon them in seconds.
He stopped.
Roland turned to him. "What are you doing?"
"Keep going. Take the boy. I'll delay it."
"Are you insane? You're not in any shape." Roland shoved the boy toward him. "Take Jason. I can catch up. Leave me your shotgun."
Blakely hesitated. He could order him.
Roland snatched the shotgun from his grasp and pointed it at Blakely. "Move it!"
Blakely knew he wouldn't shoot, but they were losing time arguing. The timbre of the beast's bellow had changed. It was free. "We'll get the engine running."
Blakely ran stumbling after Jason. A shotgun blast tore the air behind him. He prayed for his friend.
Jason ran a few steps ahead. "I see it!"
The lights of the dock bloomed through the smoky air. Thank god. Within moments they were pounding across the wooden planks of the pier.
Shots rang out in the distance.
To the left, a green Zodiac pontoon boat was moored with two ropes.
"Hop in," he wheezed, but the boy was already in. "I'm going to start the engine. I want you near the rope. When I say pull, you yank the end of the rope to free us."
"I know," Jason said, staring back down the dock.
Blakely turned to the ignition cord and pulled it. The engine sputtered but didn't catch. He yanked it again. The same. Shit.
"Here comes Roland!"
Blakely looked up. His aide sprinted toward them, barely visible through the smoke. He yanked on the cord again. It almost caught this time, sputtering longer before dying. Blakely prayed as he watched Roland scramble toward the dock.
From out of the smoky blanket, a reptilian head shot forward, grabbing Roland by the shoulder. His body was flipped into the air, his momentum carrying him down the length of the dock. He landed beside the boat, the cracking of bones audible as he crashed to the planks. In thick pulses, blood flowed freely from his torn shoulder.
Blakely strained toward him, meaning to pull him into the boat.
The creature had stopped at the dock's edge, suspicious of the water.
Blood seeping from his lips, Roland struggled to rise but toppled over. He turned to Blakely and shook his head. With his good arm, he pulled the last mooring free. The boat drifted from the dock's edge.
"Go," he sputtered. He struggled to remove a ring from his left hand. He tossed it toward the boat.
Blakely caught it, recognizing the ring from Roland's partner in Seattle.
"Tell Eric… I love him." Roland pulled his pistol from his belt as the creature placed a tentative claw on the dock.
Blakely yanked the cord, and the engine caught with a clanking whine. With a twist of the gasoline feed, the prow of the boat tilted up as the craft accelerated from the dock. He watched as the monster crept down the dock, hissing toward his friend.
Roland tried to steady his pistol, but he was rapidly weakening. His first shot went wild. The creature was on top of him now. Roland raised the pistol to his forehead.
Blakely looked away.
A shot rang out, echoing over the water.
When Blakely turned back, the smoke had drawn a curtain between him and the dock. Just a dull glow marked its location through the grime.
A sudden bellow of frustration trumpeted across the water. It had been denied its kill.
SEVENTEEN
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, LINDA'S GONE?" ASHLEY SAID, raising her nose from the radio. She wasn't able to reach anyone either. "Why can't people stay put? I told everyone to stay inside the tunnel."
Michaelson packed away the radio and pointed behind him. "Sorry. I turned my back on them for a second, and she and Khalid were gone. The tunnel exits another hundred yards ahead."
Ben spoke behind her. "It's the claustrophobia. It's too tight in here."
"Well, it's a damned sight tighter in the belly of one of those predators."
"Khalid already reconnoitered the next chamber," Michaelson said. "I haven't seen it, but he told me it's safe. Only a second wormhole enters the chamber. Too small for one of those creatures."
"Yeah," Ashley said, "but what about other predators? Things that can travel through these wormholes."
Michaelson shrugged.
"Fine. Let's head on. I want the team to stick together." She helped Michaelson with the sleeping Villanueva; he moaned as he was moved. She checked his forehead. Damp, but not feverish. He needed help soon too. Damn this shitty radio.
Michaelson backed down the tunnel, pulling the SEAL along. Ashley pushed from behind, her knees raw by the time the glow of the exit appeared. Ben brought up the rear, lugging the packs. With a final heave, the SEAL was extracted from the tunnel. Ashley tumbled after him-into a natural wonderland.
"Holy shit!" Ben said as he crawled from the tunnel. "I've died and gone to heaven."
Ashley stood stunned. Before her opened a chamber the size of a small ballroom. Almost cozy. Iridescent crystals, some as small as thumbnails, others the size of ripe watermelons, encrusted the walls and floor, casting back the lamplight in scintillating sparks. Rainbows reflected everywhere. Stepping gingerly across the uneven floor, Ashley crossed to the center of the chamber, her mouth hanging open.
"Do you know what this is?" Ben asked, slipping his hand in hers.
She just shook her head. Linda and Khalid crouched a few yards away, noses together, examining one of the larger crystals.
"We're in a gigantic geode," Ben said.
"What's that?" she asked, only half interested, unable to turn away from the natural splendor.
"You've seen them. Those hollow stones sold in naturalist shops that are cracked open and lined by clear quartz or purple amethyst crystals. They form predominantly in volcanoes and are usually spurted out during an eruption."
"Yeah, I've seen those, but they're seldom bigger than beachballs."
