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In the far distance, a line of yellow-green lights came on. They ran along the seafloor. To some extent, they resembled the dashed centerline on a dark highway.
“Five degrees to port,” Janko said. “Reduce speed to three knots.”
As Devlin watched, the crewman to his left tapped away on a keyboard. “Auto guidance locked. Auto-docking sequence initiated.”
The ship continued toward the dim lights.
“In position,” the crewman said.
“Open outer doors.”
A few more taps on the keyboard, and a thin crack of light appeared in what looked like a wall of rock. Before Devlin’s eyes, the crack widened as huge doors slid open, revealing a narrow portal in the sloped side of the island’s submerged foundation.
Using bow and stern thrusters, the Voyager countered the current and moved slowly into what proved to be a gigantic, naturally formed cave.
“All stop,” the helmsman said.
“Cave doors closing,” the other crewman reported.
“Surface the Voyager,” Janko ordered.
The sound of high-pressure air forcing water from the ship’s tanks became audible. It reached a crescendo just as the four-hundred-foot vessel broke the surface.
Devlin watched in awe as the water drained away from the cameras and then shed itself from the decks. More artificial lighting came on, illuminating the cave around them, a space just slightly larger than the Pacific Voyager itself.
A slight bump was felt.
“Docking ramp is in position,” the crewman said.
Janko nodded. “Bring the prisoners,” he said. “I’ll show Padi his new home personally.”
“New home?”
“That’s right,” Janko said. “Welcome to Tartarus. Prison of the Gods.”
TWENTY-THREE
NUMA vessel Orion, 1530 hours
1,700 miles southwest of Perth
After thwarting the hijacking of the Ghan, Kurt, Joe, and Hayley had switched modes of transport, taking a chartered jet to Perth and then boarding a Sea Lynx helicopter that flew them to the NUMA vessel Orion when she was still three hundred miles from the coast.
From there, the Orion had turned southwest, heading back out to sea. Three other ships in the NUMA fleet were joining them and heading in different directions. They were moving south, attempting to set up a picket line using the sensing devices Hayley had designed. The plan was simple. If Thero tested his device, they should be able to locate him.
As Hayley began the long task of calibrating the sensors, Kurt made his way up to the bridge. He arrived just as the third watch began.
Through the large plate-glass windows, he could see that the sky had darkened and lowered, and the sea had turned a dark iron gray. The western swe
ll continued at four to five feet, surprisingly calm for this section of the world. Still, Kurt didn’t like the look of things.
He grabbed two mugs with the name ORION on them and a small representation of the constellation’s stars embossed on the side. He filled them with coffee and wandered over to Joe, who was standing with the Orion’s captain, studying the charts and the weather report.
“Captain?” Kurt said, offering one of the mugs.
“No thanks,” Captain Winslow replied.
“I’ll take one,” Joe said.
