new land. Either way, its medicinal use must have quickly been recognized. Back in those times, such a cure must have seemed miraculous.'
Wallace nodded. 'And when paired with a deadly pathogen, it was a powerful combination. A bioweapon and its counteragent.'
'And the knowledge passed from the Egyptians, to the Celts, to the early Church. Where it was eventually bottled up and hidden here.'
'But that wasn't the only knowledge passed along that historical line.' Wallace turned to face the Celtic cross. 'For the longest time, archaeologists have debated how the Egyptians built the pyramids with such precision, such alignment. They would have needed a powerful surveying tool.'
Gray studied the cross with new eyes. Could this have been it?
Behind him, Rachel let out a small gasp of surprise. She had remained at the casket. She and Seichan were bent over the body. They had opened the book held in the saint's hand.
'The name inside,' Seichan said grimly. 'Mael Maedoc.'
'Saint Malachy,' Rachel concurred. She flipped pages of the book. 'It's his journal. Look at these numbers and the scribbled bits of Latin...'
She glanced back at Gray. 'This is Malachy's original prophecy of the popes. In his own handwriting.' Her voice grew even sharper. 'But there's more written! Pages and pages of it. I think the journal contains hundreds of additional prophecies. Divinations never reported by the Church.'
And maybe rightly so, Gray thought. The Church must have been frightened enough by the prophecy of the popes, of predictions about the end of the world. No wonder the journal was hidden away.
Before Rachel could explore the writings in more depth, Seichan reached to the book and flipped back to the front page. A symbol was drawn there. It was Egyptian. She glanced over at Gray. He recognized it. They had all seen it before.
He now knew why the Guild had grown so excited. The group had always been fixated on the roots of ancient knowledge, especially Egyptian. Father Giovanni must have suspected an Egyptian connection and let it leak out, sparking the Guild's sudden interest.
He stared down at the symbol, one they'd encountered before while dealing with the Guild years ago: conical depictions of a sacred meal.
The symbol represented what was called shrewbread, or the bread of the gods. It was fed to the pharaohs to open their minds to divinity. Had the dark queen Meritaten brought more than just a miraculous embalming compound from Egypt? Had she carried forth some of the shrewbread? Had Malachy consumed it, touched the divine, and experienced his visions?
Gray stared down at the symbol drawn in the front of the book.
Before any of them could explore it further, a blast rocked down from above. This explosion was louder. It stung his ears. Smoke and rock dust swept out of the tunnel and into the chamber.
'They're through,' Seichan said.
Gray swung to Kowalski. 'Get your rifle and-'
But before the big man could move, Wallace deftly plucked the weapon out of Kowalski's hands. The professor swung the rifle at them. He backed in a shuffle of steps toward the tunnel.
'I don't think so,' Wallace said.
From the passageway, six soldiers rushed into the chamber, followed by a tall woman with a Sig Sauer pistol held in her hand.
Wallace glanced back. ''Bout time you got down here, lassie.'
Chapter 32
October 14, 4:15 P.M.
Clairvaux, France
Krista appreciated the shocked looks on their faces. Especially the Eurasian woman's. Even through the blood, her fury shone back at Krista like an open flame. The anger only warmed Krista further. After all the hardships in getting here, this moment was almost worth it.
Almost.
'You didn't think you were my only asset out here?' Krista asked calmly. 'What's trust without an extra bit of insurance?'
Wallace joined her with his rifle.
She nudged her elbow in his direction. 'Wallace and I have been a good team from the start. Back since he first discovered that pathologic fungus. The professor was also kind enough to warn us about Father Giovanni's betrayal. The priest should have been more careful to whom he made his confession.'
A small laugh escaped her, unbidden, bubbling forth from a mix of elation and raw-edged relief. She fought it back down, hating the moment of weakness. Anger took its place and helped anchor her.
She steadied her voice and glanced at Wallace. 'What about the key? Is it here?'
Wallace grinned. 'Aye, and we found it. It's in that jar over yonder.'
Gray Pierce backed up a step. 'We had a deal.'
She didn't have time for such foolishness or naivete. 'Khattab, go get it.'
To discourage any last-minute treachery, Krista kept her pistol pointed at the Italian woman. With no choice, Gray handed over the stone jar.
In turn, Khattab left them something in exchange. As she had arranged, he placed the steel suitcase on the floor and retreated back with the key.
Gray stared down at the case. From his expression, he already guessed its contents.
She elaborated. 'An incendiary bomb using kinetic fireballs. New design out of China. Burns for a very long time. Hot enough to incinerate the bricks off the walls. Can't leave anything behind.'
Gray stepped forward. 'At least take Rachel with you,' he pleaded. 'Honor that much.'
She shook her head and felt an odd twinge of respect for the man. Along with a trickle of sorrow. She recognized the pain in those eyes, along with the wellspring from which it rose. Would anyone ever make such a sacrifice for her?
With an exasperated sigh, she offered the only bit of consolation she could. 'I'm afraid it wouldn't do any good. I wasn't entirely truthful. The vial of toxin Wallace left in that drop box for Seichan has no cure. It's a hundred percent fatal. She's likely experiencing its effects already. Dying here will be swifter, less painful.'
Krista retreated from the shocked expression on his face. The Italian woman turned away and buried her face in Gray's chest.
Krista turned to Khattab. 'Let's go. Make sure your man blows the entrance to the tunnel before evacuating.'
She was done here.
Or almost.
She turned and pointed her pistol at Wallace. His eyes widened. She pulled the trigger and shot him in the stomach. He didn't cry out, just gasped and fell on his backside.
His face screwed up in a mask of pain as he supported himself with one arm. 'You don't know what you're doing.'
She shrugged and shifted the pistol toward his head.
'I'm Echelon,' he spat at her.
She froze, shocked. She struggled to make sense of the claim. Could it be true? Only a few people alive even knew the name Echelon.
She kept her pistol leveled. She remained unsure, but she knew one thing for certain. The only way to move up in this organization-there had to be room at the top.
She squeezed the trigger.
Wallace's head cracked back, then forward. He collapsed to the floor.
She swung around and headed toward the tunnel. She expected no repercussions. Her orders had been to kill everyone.
All of them, she remembered.
'Let's go!'
