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“Reminds me of something, but I can’t remember where I saw it.” Nagged by the memory, Amanda stepped onto the reservoir’s slope. The ground was spongy but supportive. After she took a half-dozen steps, it became mucky, but its base was solid. A further half-dozen steps, and the mud rose over the toe of her boots.

“I don’t know how much farther I can go.”

The object was still thirty feet ahead of her. She waited until a snake wriggled a safe distance away, then took another step down the slope. Her right boot went into the mud.

She kept going. Gasping, Amanda watched as the boot sank completely, mud enveloping the ankle. It sank farther, throwing her off balance. In panic, she planted her left boot to steady herself, but the mud was like a mouth, sucking at her right leg, threatening to tug her forward. It was almost to her knee. She turned, landing on her left elbow. Mud flew. A snake hissed. She tried to crawl sideways, but her hands and elbow went into the muck and she had trouble pulling them out. The mass of her body kept the rest of her from sinking, but she was trapped.

Helpless, she peered at Ray, who watched from the basin’s rim. His lean, beard-stubbled face revealed no emotion, making her realize that his earlier effort to pull her and Viv off the collapsing embankment was the limit of his heroics for the day.

The angle at which her imprisoned leg was twisted caused such pain that Amanda worried about dislocating her knee or popping a tendon. Her lungs felt empty. She put weight on her shoulder and used it as a support to try to tug her right hand from the mud. Like a living thing, the mud resisted. She pulled harder, feeling the heat of adrenaline when the hand came free. She took several deep breaths, found herself staring at the cow’s skeleton, and understood why the animal hadn’t been able to escape the water. Its skull pointed toward her. She stretched her right arm, straining her shoulder. Her fingers grazed a horn. She groped farther, wincing from the pain in her wrist and elbow, managing to clutch the horn. She needed something solid to tug against and pull herself free, but the skull broke loose from the skeleton, and she jerked back.

She moaned. In desperation, she dragged the skull toward her. The horns gave her an idea. She turned the skull upside down and exhaled forcibly when she drove the horns into the mud. With a jolt, they touched something solid. Shoving her right hand against the skull’s bottom, she gained the purchase she needed and kept pushing against it, raising her elbow. The mud made a sucking sound as her left hand came free. Instantly, she propped that hand on the bottom of the skull, pushed, and with effort sat up, the mud clinging to her.

The pressure on her right knee became less painful. She used her hands to scoop the mud from around her right leg, throwing handful after handful away. A lot poured back in to the hole she fought to make, but she kept digging. One more tug, and her leg was free. But if she tried to stand, she knew she would sink into the muck again. Turning, she grabbed the bottom of the embedded skull and pulled herself on her stomach across the mud. She tugged the skull free and plunged it into the muck closer to the basin’s rim. She dragged her body higher, touched ground that was spongy, and managed to stand.

Ray kept watching. “There was no point in both of us getting trapped,” he said.

“Sure.”

“If I thought I could help, I would have. But I’m heavier. My boots would have sunk in deeper than yours.”

“Of course.”

“I want you to understand.”

“Believe me, I do.”

“Not that it matters,” Ray said. “We’re as good as dead anyhow. There’s no way to reach that thing down there, whatever it is, and learn about the Sepulcher.”

“Wrong.” Amanda hoped that her next statement, combined with her crisis in the muck, would distract the Game Master from Frank. “I know how to get down there.”

2

Balenger stared at the gully. Water flowed along its bottom. It was five feet deep and ten feet wide — too far for him to jump across.

He glanced to the right and left, noting that the streambed extended to each end of the valley. He would take too long trying to find a way around it, he decided. But all his instincts warned him not to step into it.

Maybe it’s just what it seems, he tried to assure himself.

But he couldn’t take the chance. He needed to assume it was a trap. Were explosives hidden in it? If so, they couldn’t be pressure activated. Animals drinking at the stream would set them off. The only alternative was for the Game Master to detonate them electronically when the cameras revealed that Balenger was in the stream bed.

Another good reason to destroy the cameras, Balenger thought.

Time, he thought. Forced to make a decision, he concluded that hiding mines all along the streambed would require an enormous amount of explosives. Not easy to acquire. There was too great a risk that law enforcement agencies would notice the shipments. Would the Game Master take that gamble?

So if not explosives, what’s down there? Balenger thought. What else is equally deadly but easily hidden in the gully?

Something about the words “detonate them electronically” nagged at him. As a suspicion formed, he glanced toward the forest a half-mile behind him. He wondered if it was possible to drag a dead tree to the gully and use it as a bridge, but he decided that, even if he managed to do so, it would exhaust him and take too long. Midnight was rushing toward him.

He noticed rocks on the ground, picked one up, and tossed it into the gully. He did this again and again, building a footbridge across the water. He needed to work quickly because the rocks formed what amounted to a dam, and as the water rose, it spilled over the rocks. He couldn’t allow his boots to touch the water because he increasingly believed there was an electrical cable underneath. Most of the time, the Game Master would leave the power off, preventing animals from dying when they came to drink. But as soon as cameras told the Game Master that Balenger was in the valley, the electricity would have been activated.

Balenger worked fast, dropping more rocks into the water. But the water kept rising, flowing over the barrier. He wasn’t accomplishing anything.

Amanda, he thought.

He saw a much larger rock and shoved it. Not used to the altitude, he grunted with effort. Hurry! he thought. He gave a final push and watched the rock tumble into the gully, where it rolled to a stop in the shallow water below the dam he’d unintentionally built.

But water splashed the top of the rock. If Balenger was right about the electrical cable, he didn’t dare step on the wet rock. He needed to wait until it dried. Noting that the stark sun had dried the bank after last’s night rain, he eased down the slope, careful to press his weight against it so he wouldn’t lose his balance and fall into the water. The rock’s top started drying. The water smelled deceptively pleasant.

To occupy the frustrating minutes, he studied the walls of the gully and tensed when he noticed a box built into the wall. About fifty feet away, it was carefully placed so that it wouldn’t be noticed from above. In the box was a video camera. No doubt, there were others positioned at regular intervals along the gully.

Balenger put the Kleenex back in his ears. He raised his rifle, superimposed the red dot over the target, and blew the camera to hell. In his pants pocket, the BlackBerry vibrated. He didn’t bother answering it.

The rock was sufficiently dry now. He slung his rifle over his shoulder, took a long step, and braced his right boot on the rock. He gasped when he felt a shock. Even without water to conduct it, the electricity remained powerful enough to come through the rock. It wasn’t enough to kill him, but it was so painful that he almost lost his balance and fell into the water, where he certainly would have died. He jerked his left boot off the bank, stretched that leg over the water, and jumped to the other side. When he pushed from the rock, it shifted beneath his boot, almost dumping him into the water, but he threw his arms forward, the weight of his knapsack giving him momentum, and he landed on the bank. But he almost rolled back into the water. Chest cramping, he dug his fingers into the earth and stopped.