"You know, there was a strange thing or two happening here, but not the kind of crap you'd be interested in," Darwin said, as he scrutinized the horizon, much like Liam always did before he believed him.
"Like what? I might be amused, you never know," Tommy smiled.
Darwin gave it some thought at first, fearing that his words would give life to the absurdity of it all if he came out and said it. Tommy waited with bated breath.
"Do you know if Peter employed a new subsea engineer?" Darwin spoke softly out of reluctance. Tommy raised his eyebrow.
"What the hell are we, then?"
"Precisely what I said."
"God, I hope they are not thinking of letting me go behind my back…" Tommy started, but Darwin lifted a hand to stop him.
"I don't think Purdue knows about this new guy. We never saw him come here in the first place," Darwin continued.
"What do you mean?"
"Me and Liam, catching a smoke or two outside, saw this bloke strolling like a lost fart in the middle of the night. Weird-looking fucker, way tall, looks like Mr. Barbie. We don't know him, right? So we ask him, right? And he says he works here, but the idiot is walking around in a hard hat, looking for the docking area! How daft is that?" Darwin spilled the entire chain of events and mentioned how Peter came to collect the stranger and took him down the steps to God knows where.
"Have you seen him again?" Tommy asked, astonished.
"Man, he came from nowhere. Disappeared to nowhere. And nowhere is nowhere other than this fucking oil rig, you savvy?" Darwin whispered loudly with eyes wide and wild.
"That is interesting. I wonder what Purdue knows," Tommy pondered out loud.
"Yah, and that too. But do you see the level of fucking weird in this tale? It is like an old-time horror mystery," Darwin whined, while his colleague sank into deep thought about the whole matter.
"Where did they go, then? Peter and this bloke?" Tommy asked with a deep frown.
"Down the second reds, the same stairs Purdue always uses to his special elevator," Darwin said, but he was satisfied that someone else was listening to him and Liam. He expected Tommy to laugh it off, but he did not. For once, instead of ridiculing them, he displayed some interest.
He was about to ask more questions when a distinct presence made itself known in the doorway. Both men turned and found the female bodyguard standing there, leaning against the side.
"So, you boys are smelling a rat on this oil rig?" she said in her low husky voice.
"What's it to you, sergeant?" Tommy retorted defensively, but she ignored him and laid her eyes on Darwin.
"I think there is something amiss too, but being so close to the boss, I am not supposed to make observations, you know? I must just shut my mouth and cover his back," she sighed, working her voodoo on the smitten engineer. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Darwin swallowed hard as heat flooded his skin.
"What is it that you think you know? If you know anything, if anything bad is going down here like drugs or lay-offs, I wanta know about it," Tommy urged.
"Drugs or lay-offs. Really?" she smiled sarcastically, again aiming for Darwin.
"We have been seeing people we don't know, sergeant, and we are worried about them taking our jobs. Call it vocational paranoia," Darwin explained, composing himself and trying to keep his eyes from the dent between her breasts showing just above the zipper of her hoodie.
"Your jobs, your jobs," she chanted plainly. "Honey, there is something so much bigger going on here that you will ever understand." Her eyes narrowed seductively as her confidence flooded their resistance.
"What do you mean?" Tommy asked.
"I'm not sure I wanna hear this," Darwin said reluctantly.
"Well, ignorance is a wonderful thing," she started, and put her hand on Darwin's heaving chest, "if you're on land."
"She's right, Darwin," Liam said from the doorway. He stood in the door, looking out down the corridor every now and then to make sure their discussion was as private as they could keep it.
"You see, out here in the middle of Poseidon's trap we are at the mercy of two things — the gods and the boss. Without helicopters or boats we are fucked, gentlemen. Right now, as we speak, there is a hidden laboratory compound beneath us."
The three men stood astounded, silent and waited eagerly for more.
"Apparently Purdue is keeping something special down there, guarded by special people," she sang softly, hypnotizing the men with her efficient guile, "special people like the stranger you say you saw up here."
"What are they guarding?" Liam asked, but Tommy pressed his hand on his colleague, pushing him aside.
"Wait a minute, how do you know?" he asked Calisto.
"You're an engineer?" she asked. "With that level of intellect? I was down there, you imbecile."
"What is down there? Is it dangerous, like, can bombs go off and kill us all?" Darwin asked, mostly kidding, but curious nonetheless.
"See?" Calisto told Tommy, "a man with common sense. Yes, my friend, there are things down there that could flatten this place." She was not certain of that fact, of course, but they knew less about the labs than she did. This would be a perfect opportunity for a bit of a mutiny. They had to be warned about possible disaster. And there would be disaster. Of that she would make sure. In fact, it was imperative to her end. After some snooping through Purdue's office and with a little help from his predictable password software she had the codes to the labs.
Nina and Sam had begun their work there and Purdue was furiously busy contacting various organizations as if he was a wedding planner. She had no idea who he considered so special that he would tell them about the relic, which she was almost certain was the real deal. But somewhere something would go wrong. Breeding a master race, immoral scientific experiments and relic hunting could never end well. And Calisto had a knack for smelling tragedy. She deliberately came on to Sam to drive Nina away and it almost worked. She almost saved the historian from what was coming, but failed in getting her to return to the mainland. Now she could only hope that Dr. Gould would survive whatever was boiling toward the brim of the stewing pot Purdue had foolishly cooking on high. It was a bad recipe of boast and greed and reckless ambition.
Chapter 35
"Where's Purdue?" Sam asked, as he unpacked his laptop and his camera components.
"I don't know. He has not left his damn office for God knows how long now. Maybe he sleeps there too. I'll have you know, I still have a bad feeling about all of this, Sam," Nina answered, as she carefully placed the ancient wooden chest on the granite countertop.
"I know. Just get your work done, I'll take pictures and write up all your findings to be published, we both get out of here and collect our historical glory. Simple. The less you bitch about it, the less flack you will get, trust me," he replied, without looking up at her. Fiddling with his gear, he could feel her gaze pierce him. Finally he looked up when he heard no reply.
"If looks could kill I'd be on the floor," he remarked boyishly, but Nina was not amused.
"Do you not get the vibe that this is a very fucked-up situation? Think about it, Sam. The things we know now, the stuff we'd seen… you think they are going to let us get away with our lives?" she whispered anxiously. He had not thought of that in such a serious light. It was not in Sam's nature to be scared off by politics or bad guys and he figured Nina just did not have the stomach for the accompanying stress.
"Relax, Purdue has a thing for you. He won't kill you," Sam teased. "Fuck, he'd probably kill me to get out of his way to get you."