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"When do you think all this stuff was stashed in here?" Ronnie asked.

"If the people who left all this are the same ones who carved out the Sphinx, ten or twelve thousand years."

"What do we do now?" Lamont asked.

Selena threaded her way through the chests until she reached the chest in the middle. She lifted the lid and looked down.

"Oh, my."

Selena reached into the chest and took out a smooth object a little larger than a football, rounded at the ends. It was translucent, scarred with black pits and long scorch marks as if it had been through an intense fire. It felt warm and heavy in her hands. She held it up for them to see. It began to glow with soft, blue light.

"That's really something," Lamont said.

"The Stone of the Gods," Nick said.

"It has to be." Selena turned it in her hands. "It almost feels alive. It's getting warmer as I hold it."

"Better put it back in the box," Nick said.

Selena placed the stone in the chest and closed the lid. She picked the chest up and walked back to the others.

"I think it must be a kind of meteor," she said. "I wonder how they made it work?"

"Someone will figure it out. We're done here," Nick said. "We'll go back to the surface and call Harker."

"I don't think so."

The voice came from the doorway behind them. They turned to see Rostov pointing a pistol at them. Valentina stood beside her, a pistol in her hand.

"Valentina!"

"Hello, sister. We really have to stop meeting like this."

"How… What are you doing here?"

Valentina waved her pistol at the room. "The same thing as you. Looking for this room and what's in that chest you're holding."

Rostov pointed her pistol at Selena.

"Put the chest down."

Selena set it on the floor.

Rostov swiveled her pistol to Nick.

"Tell them to take their weapons out and lay them on the floor. Any attempt to fight, I kill you. I warn you, this pistol has a sensitive trigger. Be careful. My finger is nervous."

Nick looked at the wrong end of Rostov's Makarov. The barrel was steady. He looked at her eyes. She wasn't bluffing.

"Do as she says."

He drew his pistol with two fingers, bent down and laid it on the floor. The others followed suit.

"Good dogs," Rostov said. "Now kick them away."

The guns scraped across the floor.

"Get over there, against the wall."

"Let's talk about this," Nick said.

"Against the wall. I won't ask again."

They lined up against the wall.

"What are we going to do with them?" Valentina asked.

"What do you think?"

"You can't kill them."

"Why not?"

"These people aren't low level agents. The consequences would be bad. The Americans will retaliate."

"You think we should let them go?"

"Look at this room," Valentina said. "There isn't any way to keep this secret. What do you think will happen when they come in here and find four dead bodies?"

"They won't find four," Rostov said. "They'll find five."

She turned and shot Valentina. Selena's sister staggered sideways and fell. Her pistol clattered on the floor toward Selena. Ronnie reached for the gun in his ankle holster. Nick and Lamont dove for their weapons. Selena ducked down and grabbed Valentina's gun as Rostov fired at her. The bullet missed and ricocheted off the wall into one of the flickering light strips. A viscous waterfall of green gushed out and splashed onto the wooden chests below.

The ancient wood ignited in a burst of flame. The room began to fill with black, oily smoke.

Nick picked his gun off the floor, raised up and fired at Rostov. He missed. She backed away to the entrance and through the doorway, firing as she went. Smoke swirled past her, sucked into the passage behind. Nick fired again. Rostov went down. As she fell, her pistol went off.

The bullet struck the ceiling above and triggered the trap. A slab of granite dropped from the ceiling and crushed her, cutting off her scream. It sounded as though someone had stepped on a very large bug. Blood oozed out from under the stone.

"Jesus," Lamont said.

Selena bent over Valentina. Rostov's bullet had entered her side.

"I didn't know she was going to do that," Valentina said. Her voice was strained.

"She's dead." Selena said.

"Good."

The fire was spreading.

Nick came over. "Selena, we have to get out of here."

"Valentina, can you stand?"

"Maybe. Help me."

"Nick, help me lift her."

Valentina gasped with pain as they pulled her to her feet.

Smoke hung in a dark cloud below the ceiling of the room. The wooden chests popped and crackled as the flames reached them and the ancient parchments inside ignited.

Ronnie said. "How do we get out of here? The entrance is blocked."

"Blow it."

"Ain't happening," Lamont said.

A wall of flame stood between them and the entrance. They retreated to the other end of the long room, coughing in the thick smoke. Nick and Selena supported Valentina between them. Nick looked at the advancing flames. It wouldn't be long before the fire got to them or they ran out of air.

"Look," Ronnie said. "Scorpions."

A stream of panicked scorpions scurried toward the back wall where they stood. They were coming out of the chests, dozens of them. The sound of their claws clicking and clattering as they scrabbled across the stone floor made a bizarre counterpoint to the crackling of the flames.

Lamont took out his pistol.

"Forget about it, Lamont. They're going somewhere."

More scorpions appeared, a steady stream. The head of the stream reached the wall and disappeared, the others following behind.

"Where are they going?" Selena asked.

"There must be another passage behind that wall," Nick said, "a way out."

The fire worked its way toward them down the rows of chests. The crackling of the flames had turned into a steady roar. The layer of smoke on the ceiling had dropped to a foot above their heads.

The wall where the scorpions had vanished was covered with tiled squares, each one marked with a character in the language of Atlantis. Selena felt the heat of the fire on her back as she looked at the wall. She tried to understand what she was seeing.

Was it a combination of things, like the entrance? Was it a single tile? There was no time to study it. Snapping noises came from the burning chests behind her as the flames came closer.

If I'm in the room, she thought, I don't need a combination to get out of it.

"Start pressing tiles," she called over the roar of the fire. "One of them has to be the key."

They began to press against the tiles. It was getting hard to see and hard to breathe. Valentina leaned against the wall.

Ronnie felt a tile sink into the wall under his hand. A hidden door opened at the corner where the scorpions had gone, revealing another tunnel.

Coughing and bent low to keep under the smoke, they hurried to the doorway and into the passage beyond. Nick took the lead. Ronnie and Lamont had Valentina between them. Selena brought up the rear.

The scorpions were nowhere to be seen. Smoke poured into the tunnel.

"Keep moving," Nick said.

"I hope this doesn't lead to a dead end," Lamont said.

After a few minutes they came to an iron grill blocking the way.

Nick gripped it. "This isn't old. It must've been put up to keep people out of this tunnel."

Lamont looked at the gate. "It won't take much to blow it."

He took C4 from his pack and began working. The smoke was thicker.

"Move back."

He detonated the charge. The grill fell away, clanging against the floor. They stepped over it and found themselves in a lightless chamber with a rounded wall.