Hidden in the dark, she let that anger stoke through her and warm away her fears. She remembered the fiery words of John Hawkes, founder and leader of WAHYA:
WAHYA had already made headlines with a few small events. They'd burned an American flag on the steps of a Montana courthouse after the conviction of a Crow Indian for using hallucinogenic mushrooms during a religious ceremony. Only last month, they'd spray-painted the offices of a Colorado congressman who sought restrictions on the state's Indian casinos.
But events here, according to John Hawkes, offered an even greater opportunity for exposure on the national stage. Drawn by the controversy, WAHYA would come out of the shadows and take matters into its own hands, mount a firm stand against government intrusion into tribal affairs.
A shout drew her eyes toward the deeper tunnel.
She tensed. Earlier-before the two new arrivals got here-a crash had echoed out of the back cavern, followed by a furious bout of cursing. Something had clearly gone wrong. She prayed that it didn't pose a problem for her mission.
Especially after waiting here so long.
Kai shifted her weight to her other leg, seeking patience, waiting for the signal. She reached out and rested one hand on the backpack full of C4 explosive, already embedded with wireless detonators.
It shouldn't be much longer.
11:46 A.M.
'What did you do?' Hank asked, his voice booming across the small cavern, full of outrage.
Maggie placed a calming hand on his shoulder. She recognized the problem immediately as she stepped into the back cavern.
Along the far wall had been stacked a pile of stone boxes, all identical, each a cubic foot in size. She had examined one yesterday. It had reminded her of a small ossuary, a stone box used to hold the bones of the dead. But until she got permission from the Native American delegation of NAGPRA, none of the boxes could be opened. Each was coated in oil and wrapped in dried juniper bark.
But circumstances had changed.
She stared down at the half-dozen boxes scattered on the floor of the cave. The one closest had broken in half, still roughly held together by its bark wrapping.
Hank took a deep breath and scowled at Major Ryan. 'There's a strict injunction against touching any of this. Do you know how much trouble this will generate? Do you know the powder keg building up there?'
'I know,' Ryan snapped back at him. 'One of these numbnuts hit the stack with the corner of the transport crate when they were swinging it around. The pile came crashing down.'
Maggie glanced to the two National Guardsmen in the room. Both soldiers stared at their toes, accepting the rebuke. Between them rested a plastic green trunk, hinged open, revealing a foam-lined interior, ready to secure and transport the room's singular treasure.
'So what do we do now?' Ryan asked sourly.
Maggie didn't answer. Her legs drew her to the broken stone box on the floor. She couldn't help herself. She knelt beside it.
Hank joined her. 'We'd best leave it alone. We can record and document the damage, then-'
'Or we just take a peek inside.' She reached to a fractured chunk of stone, bark still stuck on it. 'What's done is done.'
A warning rumble entered Hank's voice. 'Maggie.'
She picked loose the bit of stone and carefully laid it aside. For the first time in ages, light shone into the box's interior.
Holding her breath, she removed another piece of stone and revealed more of what was hidden inside. The boxes appeared to contain plates of metal, blackened with age. She leaned closer and cocked her head from side to side.
'Is that some kind of writing on it?' Hank asked, curiosity drawing him down beside her.
'Could just be streaks of corrosion.'
Maggie reached and carefully rubbed a thumb over a corner of the surface. The black oil smeared away, revealing a familiar yellowish hue beneath. She sat back.
'Gold,' Hank whispered in hushed awe.
She looked to him, then to the wall of stone boxes. She pictured similar plates packed away in the containers. Her heart pounded faster in her throat.
Maggie stood up, trying to fathom the extent of the treasure.
'Major Ryan,' she warned, 'I think you and your men will be spending a lot more time down here.'
A groan escaped him. 'So there's even more gold.'
Maggie turned to the granite pillar in the center of the room. Atop it rested the massive skull of a saber-toothed tiger. All by itself, the prehistoric artifact was a valuable discovery, a spiritual totem of the slaughtered tribe-so important that the tribesmen had melted gold and coated the entire surface of the giant cat's skull.
She stepped in a slow circle around the precious idol. A trickle of fear seeped into her. Something was wrong about all of this. She couldn't put her finger on it but knew it to be true.
Unfortunately, she had no time to contemplate the mystery.
'Then at least get this skull out of here,' Ryan ordered. 'We can deal with the boxes later. Do you want my men to help you?'
Hank stood up rather sharply. 'We'll do it.'
Maggie nodded, and the two positioned themselves on either side of the gold totem. She held out her hands, her fingers hovering over the long golden fangs.
'I'll grab it from the front,' she said. 'You cup the back of the skull. On my count. We'll lift it and place it into the crate.'
'Gotcha.'
They both reached for the artifact. Maggie gripped the base of the fangs where they joined the skull. She could barely get her fingers all the way around the teeth.
'One, two...
Together they lifted the skull. Even covered in gold, it was far heavier than she had imagined. She felt something shift inside, sliding like loose sand. Curiosity sparked through her, but any further examination would have to wait. They sidestepped in a typical workmen's waltz over to the foam-lined open trunk and lowered the skull into the carrier. It sank heavily into the padding.
They both straightened, staring at each other. Hank rubbed his hands on his jeans and caught her eye. So he had felt it, too. Not just the shifting sands, but something even odder. As hot as it was in here, she had expected the skull to be warm. But despite the geothermal heat of the cavern, the surface had been cold.
She read the unease in Hank's eyes. It matched her own.
Before either could speak, Ryan slammed the lid over the treasure and pointed toward the exit. 'My men will carry the skull out of the cave. From there, it's your problem.'
12:12 P.M.
Crouched low, Kai watched the parade cross the field of mummies. It was led by an older woman, her hair tucked under a wide-brimmed hat. A trio of National Guard soldiers followed. Two of them hauled a green plastic trunk between them.
