Subterranean

Harry knelt down. 'Let me take a look at him.'

Ben pushed to his hands and knees, coughing smoke from his throat. Pain flared at the base of his neck. His shoulder felt dislocated, but he'd live.

Ben glanced up to Jason's concerned face. 'When we get out of this, I'm buying you a pair of suspenders. No more belts.'

When the explosion occurred, Khalid saw Linda's spirit die. It was in her eyes. She had been fumbling with the last timer, obviously trying not to look at her watch constantly as Jason's time ran low. In her hurry, she had crossed two wires wrong and almost mistakenly activated the detonator. He had been correcting her mistake when the explosion roared from across the base.

As the echo faded around them, Linda just looked at Khalid.

'There just wasn't enough time,' Khalid said, though truthfully he'd never intended to rescue the boy. Khalid studied her, expecting her to rage against him, to cry and scream. But no. She just stared at him, a cold deadness in her eyes. A woman who had given up.

Good. He didn't need her to fall apart on him now. She was learning. Expediency. The desert sun burned those who moved slowly. He shook his head. 'Let's finish up here.'

She turned and stared across the base to the cloud of smoke from the explosion. 'It didn't work,' she said dully.

He put down the tiny screwdriver. 'What?'

She pointed, her arm leaden. 'The column… Jason was tied to. It's still intact.'

He straightened up and stared. She was right. It seemed totally undamaged. How was that possible?

He studied the drifting smoke. Something was wrong. The explosion had occurred slightly west of the column. 'The boy must have gotten free of the ropes. Moved away from the column.'

His words seemed to ignite a moment of hope in her bearing, but then she sagged, seeming to realize that, free of the column or not, the explosion had occurred.

'Let's go,' Khalid ordered.

She didn't argue as she was led away.

THIRTY-FIVE

BEN SAT ON THE LEATHER SOFA IN BLAKELY'S OFFICE, nursing his aching shoulder. He needed to keep moving. This sitting around was making his shoulder throb. Harry had painfully yanked it back in place earlier.

Jason sat next to him now, kicking the sofa with his heel, still tense. The boy had been through a hell of a lot. He had finally related the events that led to Ben's discovery of him.

Sandy sat on a chair behind Blakely's desk, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. Dark circles were etched beneath her eyes. 'Poor Dr. Blakely,' she mumbled.

Ben nodded. He regretted all the foul thoughts he had harbored for the leader of this bloody mission. He didn't deserve to die like that.

Harry finally reappeared at the office door. 'I've got everything ready, Ben. Let's get movin'.'

It was about time. Mo'amba's message of danger still burned fiercely in Ben's mind. This waiting was agonizing, but Harry had insisted that Ben rest for a few minutes while he organized a quicker way for Ben to get back to Ashley. Pushing off the sofa, Ben felt a twinge of protest from his shoulder. 'Show me what you're talking about,' Ben said, wincing.

'It's just outside the office. C'mon.' Harry led the way.

After telling Jason to stay put, Ben followed Harry down the scorched hall. The entrance was demolished, the door hanging askew on its hinges.

Harry waved to the two mimi'swee hunters who had led the crak'an on a wild goose chase. They had returned, not even looking tired from the hours of cat-and-mousing. Harry patted his fellow hunters on the shoulders, then proceeded outside.

'I'll leave with the boy just as soon as you take off,' Harry said. 'We'll take the elevator to safety, but you need to hurry.'

'I know. Watch your back, though, and protect that boy. There's still a madman setting other bombs around here, and I don't want Jason falling within his clutches again.' Ben saw the shallow crater from the explosion for the first time. Almost two yards in diameter. The surface rock looked burned. He noticed there was no carcass of Tiny Tim. Ben smiled grimly. The beast had probably been blown to tiny pieces. He turned to Harry. 'Now what are you hiding up your sleeve?'

Harry wore a shit-eating grin. 'Come see.' Harry led the way to the side of the building. He pointed proudly. 'My masterpiece.'

Leaning on the wall was a black motorcycle, trimmed in chrome. Ben whistled in appreciation.

'I retrieved it from my dormitory after reconnoitering the area. Figured it would be a quick way back to the wormhole. This baby will outrace any damned crak'an.'

'Bloody grand idea.' Ben patted the seat. 'Is it gassed and ready?'

'Yep.'

'Then let's get the show on the road. I don't know where that damned Khalid is, or what he's planning next, but I don't think we should wait.'

'What about the woman he's holding hostage? The biologist?' Harry asked. 'Should we look for her?'

Ben closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He pictured Linda's nervous smile. He hated his next words. 'No, he said, his voice strained, 'it's too risky. For all we know, she may be dead already. Just get that boy to the elevator and out of here.'

Harry nodded. 'Then let's move.'

Within minutes, Harry had everything ready. Ben straddled the bike, a pilfered rifle strapped under his left thigh. His backpack was cleared of everything but the paper-wrapped statue of ohna.

One of the mimi'swee hunters-Ben couldn't remember his name-reluctantly climbed behind him on the bike.

Sighing, Ben called to Harry and pointed to the tiny hunter. 'I can return the statue on my own.'

'It's not safe to travel alone. There's sure to be other pods. Now go!'

Jason stood by the side of the bike, obviously nervous about seeing Ben leave.

Ben winked at him. 'I'll be back. And it'll be your mom on the back of this hog the next time you see me.'

This generated a small smile, but his eyes still had a worried look to them. 'Be careful, Ben.'

'Always.' Ben engaged the throttle, and the bike roared, raising an involuntary smile to his lips. The smile turned to a grimace as the grip of his passenger tightened to the point of cutting off circulation to his lower half. Ben patted the squeezing arm. 'Easy there, buddy.' The grip loosened… but only slightly.

With a final wave, Ben slipped the bike forward, proceeding at a moderate pace. There was too much scattered debris to proceed faster than a man could run. But after a few minutes, getting accustomed to the cycle's handling, he increased his speed, a wide grin on his face. He flew past a field of flattened tents, heading east to detour around the chasm since the bridge was out. He tried his best to ignore some of the human debris on the path. Like roadkill, he thought dourly. His smile faded to a grim line.

Thankfully, within a few minutes he had cleared the base and sped toward the north wall. He breathed deeply the cleaner air, appreciating the abating stench of smoke and rotting flesh.

As he raced toward the distant dwellings, following the rough man-made track, he searched for any sign of the crak'an ahead. Nothing. But he was well aware that the darkness beyond his headlamp could hold herds of those monsters.

He held his breath as he sped along, his palms sweaty on the bike's handles. He kept searching, straining to pierce the black curtain around the bike. Something howled from a distance away, but otherwise no sign of the beasts ever appeared. Thankfully, he reached the north wall without encountering a single crak'an. Almost too easy.

He cut the engine.