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He pulled on the dive helmet. The seal wasn’t too bad. He made sure the air was flowing, pulled his fins on, and dropped into the glowing red water.
Stillness surrounded him. He swam downward, away from the light, and out into the dark. When he’d passed the edge of the submerged structure, he began to kick his way upward. Or what he thought was up.
Three hundred feet down, there was no light. He quickly became disoriented. Vertigo set in, and it seemed like his body was doing summersaults even though he was completely still.
Flicking on a light did little good. The red water gave nothing away. He began to panic, knowing men from the station would be following him soon.
What had he done?
He exhaled a cloud of bubbles. Quite by accident, he noticed the direction they raced off in. It seemed to Panos that the bubbles were traveling sideways, but his rational mind knew this was not the case. The bubbles could only be moving upward. The laws of nature could not be altered or tricked like his sense of balance.
Forcing his mind to override what his inner ear was telling him, he began to follow the bubbles. It felt like he was swimming into the pit, to the bottom of this great red pool of death, instead of upward.
He kept going until his mind began to accept it. His equilibrium began returning to normal. He exhaled more bubbles and kicked harder, swimming for the surface as fast as he could.
In his haste, Panos forgot about the ten-minute warning. By the time he neared the surface, he was in the grips of pain. His knees, elbows, and back all felt as if they were cramping up.
Despite the pain, Panos broke the surface and stared at the evening sky for the first time in months. It was periwinkle blue. He guessed it was almost dusk.
He looked around. High sandy walls rose up on every side. He’d never seen them before. He didn’t even know where he was. Arrivals and departures always took place under sedation. They would fall asleep here and wake up on the island, or vice versa.
Despite the pain in his joints, Panos managed to pull the compass from his pocket. He began to swim, heading 075 degrees. The wretched throbbing in his joints got worse and was soon accompanied by blinding flashes of light that seemed to shoot through his brain.
Still, he fought on, eventually crawling out of the water and onto the sandy beach. He made it several yards before coming to a terraced wall of rock. It rose no more than ten feet, but it might as well have been a mountain.
How could he scale it? He couldn’t. Not in this condition. He tried to stand and then collapsed in agony.
The sound of feet rushing toward him signaled his end. But when a pair of hands lifted him up, they did so caringly.
He saw a face hidden by a bandanna.
“You surfaced too quickly,” the man behind the bandanna said.
“I… had to…” Panos managed. “They… found me.”
“Found you?!”
“In the airlock…” Panos said.
“That means they’ll be coming.”
The unknown helper grabbed Panos and dragged him over the ridge with no concessions to the pain. He carried him to a waiting SUV, tossed him in the back and slammed the tailgate down.
Panos curled up in the fetal position as his savior climbed into the front and turned the key.
The engine roared, and they were soon bouncing over the rough terrain, each jolt spurring new waves of pain. To Panos, it felt as if his body were being crushed and exploding from within all at the same time.
“I’m dying,” he cried out.
“No,” the driver insisted. “But it’s going to get worse before it gets better. Use your regulator. It will help.”
Panos managed to get the regulator back in his mouth. He bit down on it and breathed as deeply as he could. Even with that, a new series of spasms gripped him as the SUV careened across uneven ground.
Panos bent his head closer to his chest. It seemed to ease the agony a bit. He noticed his fingers and arms curling inward.
“Do you have the papers?” the driver asked. “And the computer?”
Panos nodded. “Yes… Can you tell me where we’re going?”
