Jeffrey Fleming
The Gilgamesh Conspiracy
Thank you to Jane for your love and support.
Part One: Lost
CHAPTER ONE
Gerry Tate awoke from the depths of unconsciousness and tried to resolve the confusion in her mind. She was slumped on a hard floor with salt sea water sloshing around her and slapping at her face. With a groan she clutched her throbbing head with one hand and then drew up her knees to try and relieve the nauseous spasm clenching her stomach. She heard a man screaming out in Arabic, a desperate cry of faith in Allah. She rolled over; looked around her and recalled that she was trapped inside an aircraft. The cabin was dimly lit by the white glow of emergency floor lighting and red Exit lights in the roof. She was lying in the space between the forward doors just behind the flight deck. With each beat of her heart pain pulsed through her head and she closed her eyes tightly and took several deep breaths. The aircraft was… what the hell had happened? She looked around and saw Ryan Carson, his face masked in blood. Now she remembered the crash.
She had been standing in the flight deck doorway between the two pilots with her gun held ready to shoot them. Carson had struck her arm with a crowbar; she had pulled the trigger and the bullet had hit Carl Reece sitting at the controls in the co-pilot’s seat. She had lost her grip on the gun and scrambled out of the flight deck before Carson could hit her again and she had a vague memory of struggling with him in the narrow confines of the cabin. Then the dying co-pilot had slumped forward, pushing the control column and forcing the aircraft down to crash into the sea. Carson had been beating her until she had somehow retrieved the gun and shot him. She had slumped exhausted onto the floor spitting out blood and feeling a broken front tooth with her tongue until her addled mind recognised that the continuous electronic warble was the autopilot warning horn.
Then she had crawled back into the cockpit and tried to pull Reece’s body clear of the controls. The altimeter showed that the aircraft was just three thousand feet above the sea and descending rapidly. Standing awkwardly at the back of the flight deck she had reached across to the other control column and tried to pull it backward but the weight of the body stopped her. Snarling with frustration she had wrenched at the dead man’s neck and managed to pull him clear. The nose of the aircraft rose up and the rate of descent eased off it so it flew low across the waves, but it was too late for her to stop it hitting the water. She took one more look at the sea, rushed back into the cabin and flung herself onto the floor. She wrapped herself into as tight a ball as possible with her arms over her head and her knees pressed against her chest and waited for the impact.
When it came she felt herself bounced from one side of the cabin to the other, and then a blow to her head that must have knocked her out, but now, although she was bruised and battered and in pain she welcomed the knowledge that she had survived. Had Carson lived? She looked at him again and saw the deep wound on his skull, broken bone visible through his blood-matted hair. Her stomach gagged from a mixture of sea sickness, pain and revulsion; it was many years since she had inflicted violent death.
Now she felt the aircraft rear up on the ocean swell and then sink down and she saw the sea surge in through a ragged split in the tail end of the fuselage.
‘Help me Gerry!’
She looked round and saw Ali Hamsin’s frantic eyes staring at her and then she heard his scream cut short as a surge of water swamped him. She whimpered in fear and then staggered down the aisle steadying herself by seizing the seat backs. ‘My foot’s trapped!’
He was sitting on the floor with his legs stuck under a row of seats. The water washed around her knees and she saw him take a desperate breath as the sea surged over him again. She took a deep breath and plunged her head under. The salt water stung her eyes but she found his foot trapped under the seat. She tried to push it clear and was dimly aware of him gasping with pain until the water swirled over his head again. The aircraft plunged nose down and suddenly they were both clear of the water as it poured away from them towards the nose. Gerry clung on to the seat to stop herself falling away. She took some quick panting breaths and brushed her hair clear of her face. ‘It’s your shoe that’s trapped,’ she said quickly, ‘I’ll try and pull it free.’
He nodded vigorously. ‘Yes, yes!’ he said as she bent down just as the water closed over them again. She nearly had his foot free but the sinking aircraft suddenly heaved and she lost her grip. The water surged forward carrying her along the aisle, beating her arms and legs against the seats until she reached the front of the cabin and collided with Carson’s body and then she fell against the bulkhead by the forward doors. She felt a shock as someone grabbed her arm but realised it was Ali who had struggled clear of the seat and tumbled after her. The nose of the plane reared up as it hit a wave and he let go of her and was swept back towards the rear of the cabin. For a moment she could see the door operating lever. She grabbed hold of it as the water tried to pull her back down the fuselage.
She tried to force herself to think clearly and then she noticed the curved arrow painted red on the side of the door and with the remains of her energy and resolution she hauled it open. The lever was snatched from her hands as the door powered away from her. There was a high pitched whine and a huge rushing of air as the slide raft inflated clear of its container in the door. Gerry was thrown back on to the floor but as she began to struggle to her feet the aircraft nose sank down and with a roar the sea surged in through the open doorway flinging her backwards. She had time for one desperate breath before she was submerged again.
After a few seconds the water stopped swirling around and she could move her arms. Pressure was building up painfully in her ears as the aircraft began to sink. She grabbed her nose and swallowed hard. She opened her eyes, wincing from the saltwater sting and looked around. She could see the open doorway and tried to push away with her feet towards it but her right foot was snagged on something. The urge to take a breath was stealing up on her. The emergency lights failed but she could still make out the rectangle of the open doorway. In a panic she managed to wrench her foot free and swim towards the door and with outstretched hands she grabbed the side of the doorway and pulled herself out of the fuselage. She banged her face on the open door and a fresh spasm of pain shot through her jaw. Desperately resisting the urgent impulse to inhale she managed to wait until she had swam up through the surface before taking a huge gasping breath. She bobbed back down again and caught a mouthful of seawater but she managed to swallow it rather than taking it into her lungs. She looked around and saw the curved roof of the aircraft below her as it slipped slowly beneath the surface and she was frightened that the vortex would drag her down. She kicked madly with her legs and then remembered she might attract sharks. The sea suddenly heaved past her and she screamed in terror as a large shape surged towards her but she realised it was the slide raft that had broken free from the doorway.
She splashed towards it, and with her last reserves of energy she managed to catch hold of some straps that dangled over the side and haul her weary body on board. She slumped over the side of the raft and stared at the aircraft tail still pointing towards the moonlit sky. She saw it tilt slowly away from her and suddenly a wing tip broke clear of the waves a few feet from the raft before that too slid out of sight. She rolled on to her back and lay in the water that sloshed to and fro across the bottom of the raft. She stared up at the stars and wept tears of relief, trying not to think about how desperate her situation might be. Another spasm of pain in her upper jaw and she pushed around with her tongue, tasted blood from her swollen split lip and felt the peg of her right front tooth from which the crown had broken off.