“Dr. Michelet?” he asked, pulling back his hood and revealing a completely bald, black head.
“Yes.” Ariana stood.
“I’m Professor Jordon. I’m the ranking person here with MEVO.”
“How’s the volcano?” Ariana asked.
‘Bad,” Jordan said succinctly. “More active than any time since we began recording. We estimate it’ll go in seventy-two hours, but this is a rather inexact science. Add in the fact that this is being propagated by a foreign source…” He shrugged.
They walked onto the ramp and looked to the east where Mount Erebus dominated the horizon, over twelve thousand feet high. The plume of smoke seemed even thicker than just a few moments ago, when she’d seen it from the air.
Jordan jerked a thumb over his shoulder as the doors to the cabs on the two trail vehicles opened and people began pulling out, carrying luggage. “First-stage evacuation of nonessential personnel. There are supposed to be two more planes en route to take the rest of us.” He gestured toward the tractor. “Come on.”
Ariana and Miles followed him. The cold was biting, hurting the little skin Ariana had exposed.
“It’s actually a nice day,” Jordan said as they climbed into the cab of the tractor, the three of them a tight fit. “We’re very lucky this is happening during summer. A plane wouldn’t be able to get in during winter, although we would have less people at the base. God knows what we’d do then other than bend over and kiss ourselves good-bye.” He threw the tractor in gear, and with a lurch, it began moving, pulling the loaded sled.
“Why the supplies if everyone is leaving?” Ariana asked.
“Just in case,” Jordan said. “If the base isn’t destroyed we want to be able to get back in business quickly. Can’t afford to waste a flight.”
He glanced at the volcano. “I’ve lived in the shadow of that thing for five years. Did you know Erebus was named after one of Ross’s ships? But the interesting thing is that the ship was named after a figure in Greek mythology, one who ferried the souls of the dead over the River Styx in Hades. Seems kind of appropriate now.”
Ariana could see the cluster of buildings ahead that made up McMurdo.
“Are you here to observe?” Jordan asked. “We’re going to circle in the last plane at a safe distance, or at least what we hope is a safe distance.”
“No,” Ariana said. “We can’t let it blow. If it does, it will start a chain reaction up through the entire Ring of Fire.”
“Then what are you here for?” Jordan glanced over at her, confused.
“To stop it from erupting.”
The interior of the Crab was pitch-black, and Loomis’s voice echoed off the metal. “We’ve no power at all.”
That had been obvious to Dane as soon as the lights went out and the engine died. “Rachel’s in front of us,” he said. He let go of the dead controls.
“How do you know?” Loomis asked.
Dane didn’t bother to answer. He had his eyes closed, focusing on the dolphin’s aura. “The surface is just above us.”
“I can drop ballast,” Loomis said. “But do we want to surface if we have no power? The thirty-millimeter chain gun won’t even work. It needs electricity to cycle the rounds into the chamber.
Dane sensed that Rachel wasn’t scared, but she was uneasy. Surface, he thought, projecting it at the dolphin. He squeezed his eyes tighter shut, focusing everything on Rachel. Light. Very dim, but there was light above. She gave a thrust of her powerful fin and went up, her nose punching up through the flat surface.
Dane could see inside his head what Rachel was seeing. Dark water, perfectly smooth. There was some light, but it was secondary, reflected, the source not visible in the haze that made visibility poor. Rachel slowly did a circle, adjusting her position with slight movement. There was a shore about three-quarters of a mile away, just barely visible through the haze. Rachel ducked back underwater and swam toward the Crab.
“There’s land,” Dane reported.
“What kind of land?”
“Hard to tell,” Dane said. “It’s very hazy outside. I can’t see much. I can feel it’s different, though.”
“You can see what Rachel sees?” Ahana asked.
“Yes.”
“Interesting.”
“Different, how?” Loomis asked.
Dane ignored him and concentrated on sending another message to Rachel. Everyone except Dane was startled when there was a light thump at the back of the Crab.
“What’s that?” Loomis was half out of his seat.
“Rachel,” Dane said. “She’s giving us a push.”
With nothing from Rachel to see, Dane opened his eyes. The darkness inside the armored craft was complete. They didn’t even have battery power, which meant things were different inside the portal than just being inside the gate. He could pick up the moods of the other three people. Ahana, whose intellectual curiosity kept her fear at bay. The Russian, Shashenka, who had not said a word since they entered the portal, burned with anger and a desire for revenge for his brothers; and Loomis, who was the most scared of the three, hanging on only because of his sense of duty.
Rachel’s powerful tail, capable of lifting her three-hundred-pound body almost completely out of the water, was thrusting back and forth, with her forehead firmly planted against the rear of the Crab, just below the propellers and rudders. It was slow, but they were moving.
“I have a rather ignorant but important question,” Shashenka broke his long silence.
“What is it?” Loomis asked,
“How do we reopen the portal to get out with no power?” the Russian inquired.
The front of the Crab bumped into something, and they came to a halt, but no one moved right away as they considered the question.
“I will figure something out,” Ahana finally said. “We picked up power from the probes coming out of the portal, so there must be a way.”
“Very unspecific,” Shashenka said. He shrugged. “It does not matter to me, but this is a reconnaissance, and we must get information about whatever we find back so that a proper assault can be prepared.”
“We’ll get it back,” Dane said.
“How do you know?” Shashenka asked.
“Rachel can get us out to the portal,” Dane said. “If Nagoya is still transmitting, we should be able to get through, right?” he asked Ahana.
“I think so.”
“I suggest we take a look,” Dane pointed at the hatch.
“Are we sure the air is breathable?” Loomis asked.
Dane was getting tired of questions from the two military men. He hit the lever that unlocked the top hatch nest to the turret. It swung open on springs, and several drops of water fell in. He climbed up the ladder. The air was different, thicker, with an oily quality, just as he remembered it had been inside the Angkor gate in Cambodia.
He stuck his head up and took a look. They were grounded about five meters from the shoreline. The land was made up of a coarse, black material, and it rose to a dune about fifty meters inland, beyond, which he couldn’t see. Looking up, the view faded into the haze, but he had a strong feeling there was a top up there, as if they were in a very large enclosed space. He heard a splash and turned to look as Rachel swam behind the Crab.
He leaned back in. “I’m going ashore.”
“Someone should stay with the Crab,” Loomis said.
Dane had expected that. For a soldier, Loomis didn’t have much of a warrior’s edge. “Fine. You stay. Is anyone interested in doing what we came here to do?”
“I’m with you,” Ahana said.
Shashenka had an AK-47 in his hands. “I, too.”
Dane climbed onto the top deck of the Crab. He could feel the air on his skin, almost a slimy sensation. The water didn’t look very appealing, pitch-black and flat. Carefully, he edged down the slope until his feet touched the water, then he slid off the craft. He went under and kicked for a short time and in a second had something solid under his feet. Behind him, Ahana followed, while Shashenka held the AK to his shoulder, covering them.