Chapter 85
The gunshot reverberated in the crater. My jaw slowly unhinged as Miranda jolted backward. Seconds later, she sagged into the marsh.
"What the hell just happened?" Graham said.
"Renau shot her." A cold realization swept over me as I watched Renau take charge of the situation. "I think he's Votan."
It made no sense. And yet, it made all the sense in the world. During our first encounter, Votan had worn a mask. So, I hadn't seen his face. But his build had been a good match for that of Renau.
Also, thanks to his connection with Miranda, he'd been privy to all sorts of information about dig sites. He would've known about every excavation in Central America, even the secret ones. Furthermore, he would've known which excavations promised the greatest payoffs with the least amount of risk.
Briefly, I wondered why he'd waited so long to reveal himself. Then I realized he'd used us to do his dirty work. We'd located the pyramid's entrance. Now, he could kill us and take the library for himself.
"I know the Maneros," Tum said. "They'd never hurt anyone."
No one replied.
Tum's gaze tightened. He started forward.
Graham grabbed his arm. "You can't go out there."
"I need to talk to them."
"Renau — Votan — just killed Miranda. If you show yourself, he'll kill you too."
Tum halted.
"We can't stay here." I looked toward the marsh. "I say we hole up inside the pyramid."
"And do what?" Emily asked.
"Make our stand." I pulled my pistol from its holster. "And pray to God it isn't our last one."
Chapter 86
My heart raced as I crawled into the pyramid. After about fifty feet, the ceiling lifted and I was able to stand up. I took out my flashlight and pointed it in front of me.
I stood in the middle of a magnificent hallway. It was about thirty feet tall and roughly fifty feet across. Giant statues of Maya gods lined either side of the hallway. I wanted to study everything at once, to drink it all in. Unfortunately, I had more pressing concerns.
Rigoberta crawled through the entrance. Her legs wobbled as she rose to her feet. "I don't feel well," she said.
"Wait for the doc," I replied. "He'll help you."
"It's okay." She blinked a few times. "I'll … I'll be fine."
Graham followed Rigoberta into the hallway. "Wow." He stood up and looked around. "This place is amazing."
"Do me a favor. Stay in the shadows." I nodded at the rifle in his hands. "If you see Votan or anyone else, shoot them."
He nodded. "Will do."
Beverly crawled through the entranceway. She carried a few small boxes in her hands. "What's that?" I asked.
"Semtex," she replied. "Along with blasting caps and some other stuff I scrounged up from the excavation. I'm going to try to rustle up a few semtex grenades."
I detected a note of uncertainty in her voice. "Have you ever done that before?"
"Yeah. But I had better supplies."
Turning back to the hallway, I tried to think of a plan. Dust wafted into my face and I coughed. Quickly, I retrieved my respirator from my satchel and strapped it over my nose and mouth. The dust cloud thickened. I tried to wave it away but it hung over my head.
I strode out from under it and swept my beam from side to side. The statues wore stern, almost disapproving facial expressions. More importantly, they were massive. They'd make decent hiding spots if we were forced to retreat.
I walked down the middle of the hallway. At the end, I saw a long set of winding stone stairs. They stretched before me, leading deep into the ground. I aimed my beam down the steps, but all I saw was darkness.
A slight breeze wafted into my face. Puzzled, I bent down and extended my hand over the staircase. The breeze felt slightly stronger and I felt a surge of excitement.
I raced back to Beverly. "Forget the grenades. Can you make a couple of timed explosives?"
"Well, sure," she said. "They won't be exact, but I can delay their fuses. Why?"
"We're going to need to get away before we blow the entrance up."
She blinked. "Excuse me?"
"There's a staircase over there. It leads into the ground. I felt a breeze coming out of it."
"You think it connects to the surface?"
"That's the idea. There could be some old caves beneath us." I frowned. "It's a bit of a long shot. But they just might lead us out of this crater."
Chapter 87
A soft cry rang out.
I turned toward Rigoberta. She gasped for air. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Then she slumped to the ground, convulsing violently. Spittle and bile shot out of her mouth and dribbled down her cheeks.
Dr. Wu raced across the hallway. Kneeling down, he felt her pulse. A grave look came over his face. With Emily's help, he quickly worked to revive her.
Beverly continued to work on the semtex. And Graham maintained his watch over the entranceway. But the rest of us stood completely still.
A hot breeze pushed into the pyramid. The scent of mud and damp leaves filled my nostrils.
"I'm sorry." Dr. Wu withdrew his trembling hands from Rigoberta's chest. "She's dead."
Chapter 88
"Dead?" Shock flowed through me. "But that's impossible. She was alive a few minutes ago."
As the doc closed Rigoberta's eyes, he shot a fierce glare in Tum's direction. "I told you those leaves were a bad idea."
Emily's jaw quivered. A few tears flowed from her eyes. Tum quickly moved to comfort her. "They're harmless," he replied softly. "They couldn't have hurt her."
"Maybe not. But they masked her symptoms. She exerted herself — against my wishes, by the way — and her sickness caught up with her."
Tum opened his mouth to respond. But then he clamped it shut again.
"It wasn't anyone's fault," Emily said softly. "Her sickness killed her."
"That's odd." Carefully, the doc pulled Rigoberta's pant legs up to her knees. Light purplish discolorations covered much of her exposed skin. "Did anyone notice these before?"
"I saw them," I replied. "She said they were bruises."
"They're not bruises. They're purpura. They're caused by bleeding under the skin. Usually, they arise from vasculitis or scurvy." His jaw tightened. "They're also fairly common in victims of ARS."
"What's ARS?" Emily asked.
"Acute Radiation Syndrome."
My heart skipped a beat. "She had radiation poisoning?"
"I don't have the equipment to do an autopsy or blood panel. But it makes sense. Ever since we got here, she's complained of nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain, among other things. Now, she's got purpura." He paused. "Since Pacho showed the same symptoms while he was alive, I think there's a good chance something in this crater is emitting radiation."
"But no one else is showing symptoms."
"That's because we arrived two weeks after them."
Until that moment, I'd chalked up the strange appearance of the Xibalbans as well as the nagual to natural evolution. But radiation exposure over many generations could accomplish the same thing.
My adrenaline raced as several answers clicked into place. The radiation source could've arrived with the other strange metals on the extrasolar meteor. If so, it would've been embedded deep into the ground. Anyone who got close to it would experience nausea, strange markings, and even death. It was easy to imagine how an ancient civilization like the Mayas would attribute something like that to underworld deities.
"Can we protect ourselves from it?" Emily asked.
"Our best bet is to vacate this place." The doc shrugged. "Of course, that's easier said than done."