Eddie jumped up. ‘Fortune!’
The Congolese was already moving, delivering a crushing karate chop to another reeling militia man’s throat. The youth staggered back, choking. Fortune kicked his rifle out of his hands, snatching it from the air in a single smooth movement and whipping it around to shoot him.
‘Nice!’ Eddie shouted. He was about to tell his companions to run for the river when he saw some of the Insekt Posse who had taken loot to the boats hurrying back uphill. ‘Get inside!’ he ordered instead.
‘Inside where?’ Nina yelled back — then she saw what he meant. The dust was clearing, revealing a gash in the palace’s wall.
Eddie gunned down another militia man, then pointed at the hole. ‘Everyone go!’
Nina started towards what she fervently hoped was sanctuary. The other expedition members followed — with one exception. ‘David!’ she cried, seeing the Israeli running not for the opening but the nearest dead enemy. ‘Come on!’
Ziff didn’t waver, snatching up the fallen man’s Kalashnikov — then he changed direction, arcing towards the hole as he loosed a couple of shots. One of the Insekt Posse scrambled for cover as a round narrowly missed his head.
Eddie started after Nina as Mukobo sat up with a hand to his bleeding head. The warlord spotted the former SAS man and groped for his golden revolver—
The Yorkshireman snapped the AK around at him and pulled the trigger, making Mukobo flinch — but nothing happened. ‘Shit!’
Kalashnikovs were famed for their ability to keep working under the most extreme conditions, but they were not infallible, and this one was both old and ill-kept by someone more concerned with looking tough than proper maintenance. By the time he cleared the jam, Mukobo would have shot him—
Instead he charged, swinging the rifle like a club.
The Congolese had just drawn his revolver when the AK smacked against his head. He yelled in pain, falling again. Eddie grabbed the Magnum, jamming its muzzle against Mukobo’s cheek. ‘Fortune! Grab this arsehole!’
Fortune didn’t need to ask why, knowing that the militia leader was more valuable as a hostage than a corpse. He let off several more rounds to force the Insekt Posse into cover, then he and Eddie dragged the stunned Mukobo after the others.
The Yorkshireman glanced back, seeing Brice dart towards the remains of a building. Eddie raised the revolver, but his target had disappeared before he could draw a bead on him.
Out of sight — but not out of hearing. The ex-MI6 agent shouted in rapid-fire French. Eddie only understood a few words, but one was perfectly clear: Mukobo. He was warning the Insekt Posse that their leader had been taken… and preparing a counter-attack.
The others were now inside the new opening, Nina waiting anxiously at the threshold. Eddie was sure the gap was defensible — if he and his comrades had enough time to secure their positions. But Brice was not going to give them that time, already barking more instructions over the Shamir’s basso growl—
The Shamir. It was only yards away…
‘Get him inside,’ he told Fortune — before letting go of Mukobo and running for the glinting green stone.
He shoved the revolver into his waistband as he reached the bizarre artefact. Its destructive effect was confined to a fairly tight beam, the now-crumbled wall the only hard object that had been in its path—
That changed as he hauled up the Shamir and swept it across the ruins.
The sensation was like holding a pounding jackhammer multiplied a hundredfold, nausea filling him as his bones shuddered and his teeth seemed about to shatter in his skull. But the effect on everything before him was far more severe. Stones detonated like grenades, a wall sheltering one of the militia flying apart as if swept away by a giant’s invisible hand — and the man behind it falling with a horrible scream as his rifle exploded into jagged shrapnel.
Eddie forced the Shamir around like a fire hose. The Insekt Posse scattered, another man dying in a shower of blood and ripped flesh as his rifle blew apart in his hands. Others realised the danger and flung away their weapons as they fled, the Shamir’s otherwise devastating effect causing them no apparent harm. Some of the discarded guns disintegrated as the beam caught them.
He was hunting for one particular target, though. Fighting the urge to throw down the Shamir before his bones shook apart, Eddie swung it towards the ruin where Brice was hiding.
Stonework shattered, the entire front wall collapsing with a pounding crash. The other sides survived mere moments before they too fell, the strange stone’s relentless power tearing them apart—
Brice sprang out from his toppling cover and ran for the palace’s corner. Eddie tracked him, blasting a low wall to pieces in the other Englishman’s wake. The spy’s gun was in his hand — but he flung it ahead as the disruptive effect caught up. The pistol spun out of sight.
Eddie stopped as Brice reached the palace wall, not wanting to further damage the building in which his companions were sheltering. Instead he resumed his sweep over the ruins, forcing the remaining members of the militia to retreat as he backed towards the broken opening.
Fortune was waiting just inside it, covering him with his AK while Ziff held Mukobo at gunpoint. Nina was behind them. ‘Eddie, don’t bring it in here!’ she cried. ‘The whole place’ll collapse on top of us!’ The remains of the roof were hanging precariously atop sagging sheets of lead.
‘Long as I don’t point it upwards, we should be okay!’ he replied. ‘It’s like a torch beam, it only comes out of one end.’
‘That is no torch,’ objected Fortune. He searched for targets, but the militia had fled in panic. ‘You should leave it out there to keep them away.’
Eddie ignored him, stepping awkwardly up the piled rubble. He passed under the drooping lead canopy — and to everyone’s surprise, the noise from the Shamir noticeably lessened. He retreated still farther. The vibration eased with each step. ‘It’s stopping!’
He realised he was in the passage leading to the first chamber. Debris had blocked the stone ladder, but Paris and the others had already safely reached the room at the other end. The Shamir’s sound faded away. It was still humming, but at a much lower level. He cautiously aimed the end of the horn at the strewn debris outside the entrance. Nothing happened. ‘Okay, whatever powers this thing, it’s not getting enough of it any more.’
‘The light?’ Fortune wondered.
‘Maybe some sort of radiation, if the lead’s blocking it,’ said Nina. She warily touched the stone. ‘It’s still getting something, or it wouldn’t be buzzing like that.’ She saw an exposed layer of torn lead inside the broken wall. ‘If it’s completely surrounded by lead, maybe it’ll stop.’
‘Doc, if he moves, shoot him,’ Eddie told Ziff, who was still guarding Mukobo. ‘Nice work out there, by the way.’
‘I did my military service like every Israeli,’ Ziff replied with a small but proud smile. ‘I remember how to use a gun.’
‘Glad to hear it.’
The warlord lay on the floor, a hand to his head. ‘You will die for this, Chase,’ he growled. ‘All of you will die! I will gut you, I will—’
Eddie kicked him hard in the stomach. ‘Shut up. We got anything we can tie this shithead up with?’
Nina looked towards the first chamber. ‘All the crew’s gear is still in there. There might be something we can use.’
‘Great.’ He checked outside to make sure the Insekt Posse were not returning, then assessed his surroundings. The ragged opening was about six feet above ground level. It was a choke point; at most two people could fit through at once, and fallen stones would provide good cover for the defenders. Fortune had already taken up position in one well-protected spot, with a clear line of fire over the ruins. ‘Fortune, Doc, keep an eye on things here. We’ve only got limited ammo so don’t shoot unless you have to, but don’t let any of those bastards get too close.’