Temple of the Gods

Nina joined him. ‘Look, I know it’s kind of an asshole move on Glas’s part, but it doesn’t matter. We did what we came here to do.’

‘I suppose,’ he rumbled, before jerking a dismissive thumb at Stikes. ‘Keep an eye on that twat,’ he told one of the remaining commandos.

Stikes stared at the couple, behind the blood his expression angry… but also coldly calculating.

In the kitchen, Amsel snapped up his MP7 as the main doors opened, but relaxed when he saw it was one of his comrades entering. ‘What’s the situation?’ he asked.

‘Everything’s under control,’ his companion reported. ‘We’ve captured the Group, and the others are making sure there are no more guards in the hotel. Mr Glas is on his way up.’ He glanced at the storeroom door, through which the waiter was still glaring. ‘Any trouble from them?’

Amsel shook his head. ‘How long before Mr Glas gets here?’

‘A few minutes.’

‘Good. Don’t leave me behind when you go, okay?’

The other man grinned. ‘We’ll come and get you. See you soon.’ He turned and exited.

Amsel looked back at the storeroom. The waiter’s fixed look of stony anger was becoming unsettling, but as looks couldn’t kill he ignored it, turning away to maintain his watch on the kitchen’s other entrances.

Inside the cramped room, the waiter slowly brought one muscular arm round behind his back, raising the tails of his jacket to find something the commandos’ cursory search had missed, pushed into his waistband.

A gun.

His hand closed on the grip, but he didn’t draw it. Instead he stood statue-still amidst the frightened hotel staff, waiting for the right moment…

30

In the Alpine Lounge, Vinther’s phone trilled. He listened to the brief message, then returned it to his pocket. ‘Mr Glas is here.’

‘Great,’ said Eddie, unenthused. The commandos had returned one by one, having found no more members of Stikes’s security force, and were now guarding their prisoners at the round table. Stikes himself had been moved to the empty seat beside Warden; having wiped the blood from his face, he now sat impassively, cold blue eyes slowly sweeping over the room’s occupants.

Something about that was niggling Eddie. Stikes seemed too impassive. His earlier anger at being punched and kicked had faded, replaced not by the scathing defiance the Yorkshireman would have expected, but by an air of blank calm. A poker face? It was as if he expected the tables to be turned. But the hotel had now been secured, thermal scans of the surrounding grounds confirming that there were no more mercenaries outside. So why did he seem so… confident?

He briefly considered beating an answer out of Stikes, but was distracted by his father’s pacing back and forth in bewilderment. ‘So this guy Glas,’ Larry said to Nina, ‘he was trying to have you killed? But now you’re working with him?’

‘Yeah, I know,’ said Nina. ‘It’s complicated.’ She sighed. ‘Just once, it would be nice to know exactly who the good guys and bad guys are right from the start…’

‘Complicated! That’s an understatement. Strange powers, levitating statues, a cabal of billionaires trying to take over the world… it all sounds like Indiana Jones meets James Bond.’

‘It’s been said.’ She looked round as the door opened.

Glas entered, strong arms propelling his wheelchair. He was followed by Sophia, who was dressed entirely in black, including a matching fur coat and hat. ‘You brought her?’ said Eddie in tired dismay.

‘I wouldn’t miss this for the world,’ Sophia replied. ‘Hello, everyone. So lovely to see you all again.’ She gave them a red-lipsticked smile.

‘The feeling’s not mutual,’ said Warden in disgust.

‘Oh, come now. There’s no need for unpleasantness.’ She noticed the abandoned Glock and picked it up. ‘Ah! I was wondering where this went.’ She pocketed the gun and continued after Glas.

The Dane stopped behind Warden. ‘So, Travis, did you really think I would give up and die for you? You don’t know me at all. You never did.’

The American turned to face him. ‘You know what we’re doing is the only way humanity can survive the coming shortages, Harald. You know it! Someone has to take charge, and who better than us? We already have de facto control; the plan would just enshrine it. We can end conflict in the world, permanently.’

‘Conflict is what made us!’ Glas replied. ‘Without conflict you have no competition, no growth. What you want to achieve is stagnation and slavery.’

‘Conflict is wasteful, it squanders lives, potential and money — but we’ve had this argument before.’ Ignoring the guns tracking him, Warden stood, looking down at Glas. ‘So, what’s your plan, Harald? Are you going to shoot us?’

‘Yes,’ said Glas bluntly. A ripple of fear ran around the table. ‘What you want to do is an obscenity against God and nature, and now that you know the approximate location of the meteorite, you will just keep searching until you find it. I cannot allow that to happen.’

‘You’re going to kill them?’ said Nina uneasily.

‘It has to be done, Dr Wilde. You know what they are trying to do. Is their vision of the world one you want to help create?’

‘No, but there’s got to be a better way than flat-out murder.’

‘There is not.’ He looked at Warden. ‘You tried to kill me to protect your plan. I am trying to protect the freedom of the entire human race. I have no choice. Dr Wilde, Mr Chase — both Mr Chases — you may wish to leave now.’

‘There’s no may about it,’ said Nina, appalled. ‘This isn’t why I agreed to help you.’

‘What about the statues?’ Eddie asked. They were still on the floor where Stikes had left them.

‘I will make sure they are destroyed,’ said Glas.

‘You know, I think we should do that. Not saying I don’t trust you, but, well, I don’t trust you.’

‘In that case, yes, you should destroy them. As a sign that you can trust me.’

Eddie gave him a dubious look as he crossed the room to pick up the figurines, half expecting the guns to be turned on him. But Glas’s men remained focused on their prisoners. The tape holding the third statue together had come off and the two pieces separated; he shouldered his own MP7 so he could gather up all the segments.

‘I think we should destroy them away from here,’ said Nina, retrieving the case, ‘so nobody can find the remains. Hopefully no one else outside this room knows what the statues can be used for, but better safe than sorry.’

‘Let’s hope,’ said Eddie. He dropped the figures into the case. ‘Okay, Dad, let’s go.’

‘With pleasure,’ said Larry.

The trio started for the exit, but Sophia’s ‘Oh, before you go…’ stopped them. She leaned over the back of Glas’s wheelchair and whispered into his ear.

Glas listened to her with growing puzzlement. ‘I don’t understand.’

‘No,’ she said, her black-gloved right hand reaching into her furs. ‘You never did.’ A steely edge entered her voice. ‘Which was the problem.’

She fired the Glock into his back.

An exit wound burst open in Glas’s stomach, blood and fluids splattering the shocked Warden.

In the kitchen, Amsel looked round sharply at the sound of a gunshot. The hotel was supposed to be secure, and everyone on the team was using silenced weapons — something had gone wrong.