Not expecting an armed welcome, Alton Burr quickly slid the 9mm under his seat as the two guards approaching him waved their hands for him to come to a halt.
Alton Burr had waited quite some time from his earlier vantage point before finally deciding to go to the archeology site, after the dark SUV returned from its gruesome clean up at the camp. Arriving at the dig site, Burr found it empty and the entrance to the lava tube buried under tons of rock.
He was hoping that his efforts to stifle Turner’s discovery had been accomplished for him. Who were they? He pondered this on the drive back from the archeology site. What was their interest in this, and did they take anything with them that the old man may have found? Driven by his demons and arrogance, he opted to follow the SUV to get some answers.
As fortune would have it, Burr’s CJ-5 came to a halt just feet away from Turner and Samuel as they discretely peered over the edge of the dirt barrier. One of the guards came around to the passenger side, too intent on its occupant to notice the eyes watching him from the ledge. The other guard went to Burrs’ side with his rifle raised and in a menacing tone said, “Step out of the vehicle.”
Turner’s plan materialized in an instant. He gestured to Captain Saune, who was positioned adjacent to the rear of the Jeep, to go around the back of the vehicle. Turner then signaled that he would take out the guard closest to him. Saune gave Turner an approving nod, but hesitated for a moment when he heard the distinct whomp-whomp sound of a helicopter approaching from behind them.
As the roar of the chopper increased, Captain Saune sprang into action, going behind the Jeep, while Turner and Samuel set upon the unsuspecting guard who turned to see the supply helicopter coming into view. The guard saw his assailants a split-second too late as Turner reached him and threw a wicked right cross to the man’s jaw. The blow knocked him back against the CJ-5 with a loud thud. The dazed guard started to raise his AK-47. In a flash, the steel grip of the Peruvian native grabbed the man by the coat and easily tossed him over the edge of the steep precipice of the caldera’s rim. The terror-stricken scream, unheard over the roar of the arriving helicopter, was cut short by the guard’s neck snapping like a twig as he cartwheeled like a rag doll down to the bottom of the ancient crater.
Saune rounded the rear of the Jeep with his AK-47 leveled at the guard just as Alton Burr opened his door to get out, blocking the guard’s line of fire. The Yakuza guard, distracted by the commotion on the far side of the Jeep, failed to see Saune rushing him and was shocked to feel a rifle barrel pointed at his head.
“Drop the weapon now,” Saune hissed. He suddenly recognized the guard as the one that came out of the lava tube earlier that night and was knocked unconscious by Turner. “This just isn’t your night, friend,” Saune said coldly as the startled guard dropped his weapon to the ground and raised his hands.
Alton Burr, stunned by what had transpired so quickly, sat back down in the seat of his Jeep as the passenger door was thrown open. He turned to stare head long at two 45-caliber weapons pointed at him.
“Don’t shoot!” Burr yelled in a panic. “I just came from the Turner archeology site. I saw that the lava tube caved in and I came up here to get help,” he lied.
“Well, if it isn’t our old friend, Alton Burr,” Eli said sarcastically as he, Maria, and Gonzales approached the vehicle. The thunderous roar of the CH-53K Sikorsky passed overhead, making its way over the caldera ridge and slowly descending to its landing zone.
“No time for us to talk now, Dad,” Turner said. “Mr. Burr, would you be so kind as to take my father, Maria, and Yashiro out of here and get them back to Santa Cruz?”
“That’s not a request, amigo,” Samuel stated grimly, waving the handgun at Burr.
“I’m not leaving you here, Josh,” Maria said in a pleading voice as she ran up to him.
“Nor am I, Son,” Eli protested.
“Listen, both of you, we can’t all fit in this Jeep. Someone has to get back to Santa Cruz and get out a warning about the tsunami,” Turner said, knowing that time was running out. “Please don’t argue with me and get going,” he said, pulling the passenger seat forward as Yashiro climbed into the rear seat.
“Don’t worry about us. We have a way out of here,” Turner said in a desperate attempt to quell their fears and quickly get them out of danger.
Maria threw her arms around him, and whispered ever so gently, “I’m tired of saying good bye to you, Josh. Please be careful.” Turner held her tightly, wishing the moment would never end, but knowing that it must as he pushed her into the Jeep.
“Go to your father’s place at the university. We’ll meet you there later,” Turner said
“Be careful, Son,” Eli said, holding back his emotion as he hugged Turner. He then got in the front passenger side of the CJ-5 with the backpack carrying the parchments.
“Let’s get out of here before more guards show up,” Burr said, knowing it was too dangerous a situation to remain here any longer. He would be able to deal with Eli Turner once they got safely back to Santa Cruz.
Burr started the engine and quickly spun around the soft gravel lot, then proceeded to speed back down the rocky access road.
“What do we do with this guy?” Saune asked, still pointing his gun menacingly at the guard. The big Sikorsky slowed its decent to the landing site, now brightly lit with landing lights.
“He goes with us for now,” Turner replied. Then he added as he pointed at the big chopper, “Captain, can you fly that rig?”
“I’m checked out on the heavy lifts, but it may be tough getting to it,” he said, looking at the landing pad far below.
“How about commandeering one of those SUVs?” Samuel asked as he pointed to the black vehicles parked within the compound.
“Let just see what our friend here says.” Pointing his 45 at the nervous guard, Turner spoke. “So we meet again, eh? Listen pal, I’m tired, angry, and in no mood for games, so I’ll only ask you once. Are the keys in those vehicles?” he hissed, pulling back the hammer on the big gun and placing the barrel against the man’s forehead.
“No,” he pleaded nervously in broken English. “They remain locked, with their keys up in the security office on the second floor. I swear to you, that is the truth.”
“It may be quicker to go back down the way we came and make a run for the helicopter,” Samuel said. “It’s getting light, and the visibility will be far better than it was coming up.”
“Let’s do it now,” Turner said, starting back down the path leading to the tunnel’s entrance. “Bring him with us, Captain,” he added, motioning to the hapless guard.
“You heard the man, get moving. Gonzales, get his weapon,” Saune ordered. The private picked up the AK-47 and followed the group back down the switchback towards the descending Sikorsky.
The morning sun was now breaking over the eastern horizon as Turner and the others quickly descended the rocky, slippery path. They reached the bottom in no time, as the big Sikorsky lightly touched down on its landing site on the lower plateau.
The group moved briskly now, retracing their path back to the lava tube’s entrance, mindful of their steps. They quickly made their way along the narrow path, while the rear-loading ramp of the heavy lift chopper began to lower.
As they left the path and moved in front of the tunnel’s entrance, Turner saw four workers and two armed guards approaching them from the cave’s interior to off-load the newly delivered supplies. Without warning, chaos erupted in the entrance way as the two guards began to open fire on the group.