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"We sure could have used your help earlier," said Ambrose wearily.
"My compliments on making it this far," said the figure on the right, in a voice deep and sinister. "We thought sure you'd drowned in the Amenes chamber."
"Amenes?" Pat repeated, puzzled.
"Where did you guys come from?" demanded Marquez.
"It doesn't matter," said the biker, as if he were brushing off a classroom student's irrational question.
"You knew we were trapped in the chamber by a rockfall and rising water?"
"Yes," the biker said coldly.
"And you did nothing?" Marquez said incredulously. "You didn't try to rescue us or go for help?"
"No."
A stimulating conversationalist, this guy, thought Pitt. If he'd been a tiny bit suspicious earlier, he was downright convinced now that these men were not local daredevils on a weekend adventure. These men were killers, and heavily armed. He didn't know why, but he knew they were not going to allow them to escape the mines alive. It was time to act, and surprise was his only advantage. He slipped his dive knife from its sheath and gripped the hilt. It was the only weapon he had, and it would have to do. He took several slow deep breaths and gave a final flex to his fingers. It was now or never.
"We came within minutes of drowning in the chamber," said Pat, wondering what Pitt was planning, if anything. She began to wonder if he was a coward and simply hiding from danger.
"We know. That was the plan."
"Plan? What plan?"
"You all were supposed to die," the biker said conversationally.
The words were greeted with a stunned, uncomprehending silence. "Unfortunately, your will to survive overcame the cave-in and the flooding," the biker continued. "We did not foresee your perseverance. But it is of no matter. You merely prolonged the inevitable."
"The dynamite blast," muttered Marquez in shock. "That was you?"
The answer was candid. "Yes, we set the charge."
Pat began to look like a deer staring into the headlights of an approaching truck. She knew that the bikers were not aware of Pitt's presence, so she acted as if he didn't exist. Marquez and Ambrose assumed he was simply standing behind them quietly, as stunned with shock as they were.
"Why would you want to kill us?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Why would total strangers want to murder us?"
"You saw the skull and you saw the inscriptions."
Marquez looked like a man torn between fear and anger. "So what?" he growled.
"Your discovery cannot be allowed to become known outside these mines."
"We've done nothing wrong," Ambrose said, strangely calm. "We're scientists studying historic phenomena. We're not talking treasure but ancient artifacts. It's insane to be killed because of it."
The biker shrugged. "It's unfortunate, but you became involved with matters far beyond your comprehension."
"How could you possibly know about our entry into the chamber?" asked Marquez.
"We were informed. That's all you need to know."
"By who? Not more than five people knew we were there."
"We're wasting time," grunted the second biker. "Let's finish our business and throw them down the nearest shaft."
"This is madness," muttered Ambrose, with little or no feeling in his voice.
Pitt silently moved from the bore, any sounds of his footsteps covered by the soft popping from the exhaust, and crept up behind the rider still sitting on his bike, who was distracted by the conversation. Pitt was no stranger to killing, but it wasn't in him to knife another man in the back, no matter how rotten the victim might be. In the same motion, he reversed the grip on the knife and plunged the blunt hilt with all his strength against the base of the biker's neck below the helmet. It bordered on a killing blow, but it was a pound short of fatal. The biker sagged in his seat and fell back against Pitt without making so much as a soft moan. Pitt crouched low and quickly threw his arms around the body, held it for a moment, then lowered it, together with the bike, quietly onto the ore cart track with the engine still idling in neutral.
