Serpent

role of geologist. Austin would be billed vaguely as an engineer Zavala as a metallurgist.

The truck continued climbing to the high desert country on the fringe of Tucson. It was late afternoon when they left the main highway and bumped down a dirt road past stands of mesquite, chulo, and cactus. They stopped where two Winnebago RVs and several other vehicles were clustered near a crumbling .pile of adobe bricks. Austin got out and surveyed the location. Old rock walls more or less defined the abandoned ranch. The rays of the afternoon sun filtering through the buildup of clouds gave the desert a coppery tint.

Trout's lank form came striding over, hand extended. He wore khakis that looked as if they had just come off a clothes rack at the Gap, a button down pinstriped dress shirt, and a paisley bow tie that was smaller and slightly less flamboyant than his usual neckwear. The only concession to the grunt nature of an archaeological dig were his work boots, although the leather looked as if he had just buffed it with a cloth.

'Got in from DC this morning with Nina,' he explained. 'C'mon, I'll show you around.' He led the way behind the ruins of the old hacienda to a low hill where a patch of ground had been staked out into a grid. An older couple was working at a framework made of wood and wire mesh. The man was shoveling dirt into the screen, and the woman was culling out objects trapped by the wire mesh and placing them in plastic bags. Trout made the introductions. George and Harriet Wingate were a handsome couple who could have been in their late sixties or early seventies but displayed the fitness and energy of younger people. They were from Washington, they said.

'That's the state of Washington,' Mrs. Wingate corrected with a proud smile.

'Spokane,' clarified her husband, a tall man with silver hair and beard.

'Nice town,' Austin said.

'Thank you,' the husband said. 'Thanks, too,, for coming by to lend a hand. This archaeology stuff is slightly harder than eighteen holes of golf. Can't believe we're actually paying to do this work.'

'Oh, listen to him. He wouldn't have missed a chance like this for the world. George, why don't you tell. them about the Indian Jones hat you want to buy?'

Her husband pointed to the sun. 'That's Indiana Jones, dear. Like the state. Just trying to avoid sunstroke,' he said with a grin that was almost hidden behind his bushy white whiskers.

After exchanging further pleasantries the new arrivals were led over to the excavation. Two men were on their knees in adjoining shallow rectangular pits scraping the dirt away with garden trowels. Austin recognized them as ex-navy SEALS who had been attached to the NUMA team on previous assignments. Sandecker was taking no chances. These were two of the top men from NUMAs security division. The taller man, whom Austin knew simply by the name of Ned, had the classic broad shoulders and narrow waist of a bodybuilder. The trowel looked like a toothpick in his hand. Carl, his shorter companion, was wirier, but Austin knew from past experience that he was the more deadly of the two.

'How's it going?' Nina said.

Ned laughed. 'Okay, but nobody's told me what we do if we actually find something.'

'I told him to rebury it,' Carl said laconically.

'That may not be a bad idea,' Austin said. 'Beats explaining what a couple of NUMA divers are doing in the middle of the Arizona desert.' He'd been going over in his mind what Nina had told him about the Moroccan incident. 'Did any strangers drop by today?'

Trout and the other two men exchanged glances, then burst out laughing.

'If you mean strange people, we've had more than our share. It's amazing the type of loonies a project like this attracts.'

'Dunno if you're being fair,' Carl said. 'One guy suggested I look for traces of UFO Atlantis connections. All seemed quite reasonable to me by the time I got through talking to him.'

'About as reasonable as this whole operation,' Austin said with a wry grin. Anyone else?'

'A couple of people showed up with cameras and notepads,' Trout said. 'Said they were.' reporters or from newspapers.'

'Did they have ID?'

'We didn't ask. Seemed like a waste of time. If these guys are as organized as we think they are, they'd have phony credentials. We've had lots of sightseers and volunteers, We've told them we're just doing the preliminary stuff, took their names, and said we'd contact them. Everyone's being videotaped by the remote surveillance camera on top of that cactus.'

Austin was thinking about the battle aboard the Nereus when they had to fend off the group of well-armed attackers. As defenders they had the element of surprise and luck But the scars he and Zavala bore testified that events easily could have gone the other way Even these tough ersatz ditch diggers would be quickly overwhelmed by an attack in force.

'What kind of backup do we have?' he asked.

'We've got six men in that old gas station just before the turnoff,' Ned said. 'They can be here less than five minutes after they get the signal. We've timed them.' He touched the pager at his belt. 'I punch a button, and they're on their way'

Austin's eyes swept his surroundings then scanned the distant mountains. Strangely, for a man of the sea, he always felt at home in the desert. There were similarities between the two environments, the endless vistas, the potential for violent weather changes, and the pitiless hostility toward human life.

'What do you think, Joe? What way would you come in if you were attacking?'

Zavala, who had been giving the subject some thought, answered without hesitation. 'The road we drove in on offers the easiest access, so the obvious line of attack is from the desert. On the other hand, they might want us to think desert so they can come in on the road. Depends on their transportation. I haven't forgotten they used a hovercraft in Morocco.'

'Neither have I. A hovercraft might be hard to hide in the open desert.'

'Looks can be deceiving,' Carl said. 'I've scouted the area around the ranch. The terrain out there has got more wrinkles than Sun City. Arroyos, washes, natural basins. You might not be able to hide an army, but you could tuck away a hit team big enough to make life interesting.'

'And very short, 'Austin said. 'So we'll take the desert. Have the boys in the general store set up posts on the road after dark. Anyone backing them up?' .

Ned nodded. 'Uhhuh. Chopper and another dozen guys armed to the teeth are camped in a wash about three miles from here. Five-minute ETA for them, too.'

Five minutes can be a long time, Austin thought, but overall he felt pretty good about the arrangements. He looked over at where the Spokane couple were hard at work

'What about our Time-Quest people?'

Trout chuckled. 'If they're assassins, it's the best damned disguise I've seen. We did background checks, and they're legitimate.'

'I wasn't thinking about that,' Austin said. 'There should be some plan to protect them if and when trouble starts.'

'No problem,' Trout replied. 'They're staying in a no-tell motel out on the highway.'

Austin turned to Nina. 'Would I be able to persuade you to get a motel room as well?'

'No,' she said emphatically.

'Why does your answer not surprise me? If you insist on staying, I want you close to Joe and me. And do exactly what we tell you to do. Now, where is this incredible artifact that's supposed to provoke the attack?'

Nina smiled. 'We've got it in the 'vault.'

Ned and Carl went back to their work, and Nina led the way to a metal shed that had been thrown up next to an RV She opened the padlocked door with a key at her belt. There was no electricity, so they lit a gas camp lamp. Two sawhorses had been set up inside with thick planks running crosswise. On the planks was an object covered with a painter's canvas drop cloth.

Trout said, 'It's amazing what modern science can do to add years to something's age. The boys at the NUMA lab cooked up a batch of caliche that would ordinarily take centuries to accumulate.' He paused for dramatic effect, then whipped the cloth off. 'Voila. '

Austin and Zavala stared for a moment at the object illuminated in the light from the lamp, then moved in for a closer look Austin reached out and touched the bronze surface. 'Is this what I think it is?' he said.

Trout cleared his throat. 'I believe the term its creators used was artistic license. What do you think?'

A broad grin crossed Austin's face. 'I think it's perfect,' he said.