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Ben eyed the tunnel. And about two miles up, he guessed. "It'll be a bloody long crawl. And'll probably eat up a good part of the day."
"Maybe not," said Harry cryptically. "Let's get out of here. Join up with Dennis. Plan your strategy."
Ben turned to Mo'amba. "Harry, ask him to help us plan. He knows these caverns."
Nodding, Harry blurted a few words to Mo'amba, gesticulating with his arms. The old man answered, shaking his head.
Harry translated: "He says he has much to prepare, and he'll talk to you later, but I don't know if I'm translating that correctly. It's a looser translation. It's almost like he said he'd be 'dreaming' of you later."
Ben nodded with a sigh. "Let's be going. We have a lot to do before tomorrow." As they turned to leave, he stared back at Mo'amba, the old man's eyes drilling him. Should be an interesting night of dreams, he thought as he followed Ashley out the exit.
Back at the hunters' enclave, Ashley stared at the still form of Villanueva at her feet, too stunned to speak. She had almost forgotten about the others left in the diamond cavern, figuring they were safer where they were. Eyeing the bullet wounds in the SEAL's forehead, she realized there were more dangers here than the caverns and its denizens.
"It must have been Khalid," Michaelson said.
"What about Linda?" Ashley asked. "Did the hunters see her?"
"I don't know," the major answered. "I didn't have a translator." He nodded toward his brother, who was deep in conversation with a hunter named Tomar'su. "Hopefully, Harry can get an answer to what happened."
Ashley couldn't stare at the corpse-white face of Villanueva any longer. As she turned away, something caught her eye-in a ragged pile of collected loot stood a familiar fluorescent green plastic object. Her sled. She had thought it lost after she and Ben had crashed here. She noticed Ben's red sled had also been recovered.
Pretty efficient scavengers, she thought, but that made perfect sense considering the meager resources afforded them.
Suddenly the conversation between Harry and Tomar'su escalated in volume. Ashley glanced in their direction. Harry was holding up his fingers, apparently counting off some point. Finally, in exasperation, Harry clenched his fist and turned away, ending the conversation.
"What was that all about?" Ashley asked as he rejoined the group.
"He wasn't making any sense," Harry said. "He described what sounded like gunfire. The noise drew his hunters to the diamond cavern. By the time they got there, they only found this… this dead soldier."
"Villanueva," Ashley corrected. "He was a friend."
Harry nodded, his brow furrowed in concern. "When I asked him about the other two, he said his team followed their trail to a cavern with a waterfall and observed them camping."
"So Linda is alive?"
"Well, that's the weird part. When I asked them how many were there, he said there were four of them."
"Four?" Ben said.
"I know." Harry ran a hand through his hair. "I kept asking him over and over again. He was adamant. Four." Harry held up four fingers.
"Seems as soon as we solve one mystery another crops up," Ben said.
The news gnawed at Ashley. Even with the recent events, she had to know… "Where are these four now?"
"Tomar'su says they went into a tunnel that smelled like death, and his hunters balked at following them."
"Smelled like death?"
Harry shrugged. "That's what he said."
They all stood silent for a long moment. Ashley finally spoke up. "To hell with it. We aren't going to solve this now. Let's concentrate on the situation at hand. Harry, you mentioned you might have a quicker way to traverse the wormhole."
Harry brightened at her words. "Yeah, maybe. If I can get it to work. Come see." He led her and the others to a neighboring cavern, almost a cubicle. "Not much," he said, ushering them in, "but it's home."
In a corner, thick green pillows huddled under a rumpled blanket. The remainder of Harry's cubicle consisted of an odd assortment of crude tools, spearheads, and a long tarp-wrapped object. Ashley curled her nose at the strong smell of gasoline. Gasoline?
Harry followed them inside, squeezing past her. "All the others at Alpha Base are electric-whining little put-puts-but I jury-rigged my own with a combustion engine. I wanted power." He bent over and grabbed the edge of the tarp. "After I was attacked, my fellow hunters retrieved it from our last camp. It was pretty beat up, but I've been tinkering with it."
He yanked the tarp free, revealing a transport sled. One of the big ones. "I built it out of aluminum to be light-weight. Blakely let me bring it since we didn't think we'd need heavy ammunition for our explorations." He sniffed in derision. "I brought one f**king pistol with me. Stupid!"
"Does the sled still work?" Ashley said, trying to keep the conversation on course.
"Mostly. It used to collapse down to a compact size for carrying, but it's jammed open. Still, this is just a straight trip up. So that shouldn't be a problem." Harry patted the sled. "The engine's sound, but I only have a single tank of gasoline, so I've been leery of running the engine for a long time. Probably needs a bit of tuning still."
"Is there enough gas to get all the way up?" Ben knelt down and cocked his head from side to side, studying it.
"Should be plenty."
"Harry used to race dirt bikes," Michaelson said. "He knows his way around an engine. If he thinks it'll work, it will."
Ben nodded, seemingly satisfied. "This'll buy me several hours."
"There's only one problem," Harry said. "The front axle's bent. If I can fix it, it'll be an all-nighter. So you might want to have a Plan B… just in case."
"Right," Ashley said, "then let's get a few things settled. Since I'm the only one being held hostage here, Isuggest everyone else accompany Ben on his mission. Put as few at risk as possible down here."
"No, ma'am!" Ben argued. "I'm going alone. A solo mission."
"You're gonna need firepower," Ashley said. "There's no telling how many of those crak'an are still hovering around Alpha Base."
"She's right," Harry said. "The council has allowed a small team of hunters to go with you. Since we're officially blood-bonded hunters, my brother and I can accompany you. Trust me, you'll need the backup. I can tie those cheap plastic sleds of yours to mine and form a train to drag everyone quickly up top."
