The Hunt For Atlantis

TWELVE

The Nereid raised its anchor shortly after dawn, resuming its snaking voyage upriver. But the boat’s passage was so smooth that Nina didn’t wake up. It wasn’t until the scent of breakfast permeated her luxurious cabin that she stirred.

After washing and getting dressed, she made her way up to the bridge. Kari was there with Chase and Perez, studying a picture on her laptop. Julio smoothly guided the craft through the river’s sweeping turns.

“Morning, sunshine,” said Chase.

“Hiya. What’s up?”

“We’ve been sent the latest aerial photos of the search zone,” Kari said, turning the laptop to face Nina. The curves and twists of the river on the screen were even more pronounced, like a child’s doodle. In places, the Tefé even looped back on itself, creating circular islands surrounded by a natural moat. “There are four areas that are the most likely sites for the city, based on the terrain.”

Nina examined the image. The vivid green of the jungle canopy was more broken in the new, higher-resolution photo, revealing tantalizing hints of the shadowed world beneath. She zoomed in on one of the four marked sections until it pixelated. A gray smudge lurked in a gap between the trees. “Could that… could that be a ruin under there?”

“Could be,” said Chase. “Or it could just be a rock. This kind of jungle, you could hide an aircraft carrier under it and not be sure what you were looking at from the air. Only way to be sure is to get boots in the mud.”

Kari brought up a map on the screen. “Captain Perez now thinks we should be able to get the Nereid to within three miles of the search zone before the river becomes too narrow to navigate.”

“That’s a lot closer than we thought,” said Nina, examining the map. “How long will it take to get there?”

Perez looked at the controls. “We’re doing twelve knots at the moment, but I doubt we’ll be able to hold that for much longer. In about another fifteen kilometers we’ll be heading up a tributary with much tighter bends, and we’ll have to slow down. But we made good time yesterday, so… If the river’s with us, it could be as little as four hours.”

“Well before nightfall, then,” said Nina. “So what’s the plan when we get there?”

“That’s up to you,” Kari said.

“Me?”

“It’s your expedition.”

Nina shook her head. “No, Kari, it’s definitely yours! I’m just, I dunno, an adviser.”

Kari grinned. “Then advise me! What should we do when we arrive? Do we wait on the boat until tomorrow so we can have a full day’s exploration-”

Chase clapped his hands. “Sounds good to me! Julio’s cooking again, right?”

“Or do we take the Zodiac and start the search for the city as soon as we arrive?”

All eyes were upon Nina. “Er… we… take the Zodiac?” she finally decided.

“Aw, bollocks,” Chase complained, not meaning it.

“Good,” said Kari. “In that case, we’d better get prepared. I don’t want to waste any time.” She closed her laptop and left the bridge.

“You bloody workaholic,” Chase said to Nina after she had gone. “We could have had another nice night on the boat if you weren’t in such a rush to find this place! You know, it’s been there for ten thousand years, it’ll still be there tomorrow.”

“Oh, admit it,” she replied. “You’re just as curious about finding it as I am!”

“Okay, maybe I am. But,” he said, his tone becoming more serious, “You’ve got to promise me something.”

“What?”

“If we find this place-and I think we will; you obviously know what you’re doing…”

“Thanks.”

“Then I want you to promise me that you’ll keep calm, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t want you to get all excited, go running off-and then fall down a pit, or set off a giant boulder that goes rolling after you, or something.”

“You’ve been watching too many movies,” Nina teased. “As you said, it’s been there for ten thousand years. Even if the place was crawling with booby traps, which is highly unlikely, the mechanisms wouldn’t be working after all this time. Any moving parts would have seized up or rotted away by now.”

“You know what I mean,” said Chase, slightly exasperated. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”

“Okay, okay. If we see any spear traps, I’ll stay out of the light.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Good.” Chase grinned. “By the way, that was officially the worst Harrison Ford impression in the world. Ever.”

“Oh, I’d like to hear you do any better,” said Nina. “With your Cockney accent.”

“Cockney!” Chase pulled a face of exaggerated outrage. “Bollocks to that! I’m not a Cockney, I’m a Yorkshireman! Ought to throw you in the bloody river for that. Hmm…” He looked at her calculatingly.

“Oh no you don’t,” said Nina, backing away.

“Time for a swim, Doc!”

She shrieked and fled, Chase pursuing her with a maniacal laugh.

With a last throaty rumble, the Nereid’s engines fell silent. “This is as far as we can go,” said Perez.

According to the GPS, they were just under three miles from the search zone; slightly closer than Perez’s prediction, but his instincts about the navigability of the river were correct. Not only were the serpentine twists of the narrowing tributary too tight for the lengthy Predator to negotiate, but the sluggish water was increasingly clogged with debris. Despite Perez’s best efforts to avoid them, several fallen trees floating in the water had banged alarmingly against the hull.

Nina looked through the bridge window at the jungle. It appeared much the same as it had during the rest of the voyage… but now that the banks were so much closer, it seemed to loom higher. More menacing, almost alien.

“We’ve got just over five hours until sunset,” said Chase. “Enough time to let us get the lie of the land. Hell, maybe we’ll be lucky and walk right into this place.”

“That’d be nice,” Nina said. She had spent most of the day inside the air-conditioned cabin, finding the atmosphere outside more humid and stifling than ever.

“Is the Zodiac ready, Mr. Chase?” asked Kari.

“All set. Just add water.”

Everyone returned to their cabins to collect their packs and equipment. Nina decided to carry as little as possible, sticking to basics like water, food and insect repellent on the grounds that between them Chase, Castille and di Salvo would have all the survival gear the team could need. But she paused before picking up her pack, staring at the Atlantean sextant arm on the desk. She touched the pendant around her neck, thinking for a moment.

“What the hell,” she decided, picking up the metal bar and wrapping it in its cloth.

Kari tapped on the half-open door. “Can I come in?”

“Hi! Of course.”

“You’re bringing it with us?” asked Kari as Nina put the artifact in her pack. “I thought you were going to leave it in the safe.”

“I was, but…” Nina shrugged uncertainly. “I don’t know, I just thought it might be useful. If we get lucky and find something, maybe I can compare any text with it, be sure we’re in the right place.”

“I think we are. I know we are.”

A piercing whistle cut through the air. “Oi! Doc! You ready?” Chase called from outside. “Shift your arse!”

“Coming!” Sharing an amused roll of the eyes with Kari, Nina hoisted the pack over her shoulder and left the cabin. Chase was waiting for them.

“Don’t you ever get hot in that thing?” Nina asked, prodding the sleeve of his leather jacket.

“Hey, if it’s good enough for Indiana Jones… Anyway, I only sweat when I’m hassled.”

“And how often do you get hassled?”

“Since I met you, a lot more!”

The Zodiac was loaded, Perez and Julio lowering it into the river. The water was thick with algae and dead leaves, the boat making more of a turgid splat than a splash. Chase poked at the surface with a stick, sweeping rotting vegetation aside to check the color of the water.

“Top tip of the day,” he told the rest of the party, “don’t go in the water. And definitely don’t drink it either.”

“But surely the water should be perfectly fine,” declared Hamilton, who had donned a rather vivid red shirt in contrast to the earth tones worn by every one else. “It’s fresh rainwater, with no man-made pollutants!”

“Well, stick a straw in the river and suck away if you want. But you can clean out the bog afterwards.”

Hamilton looked confused. “Bog? Are we going into a swamp?” Chase sighed and shook his head.

They boarded the Zodiac, Chase sitting at the rounded bow while Castille worked the outboard motor. Nina and Kari sat facing each other on the boat’s fat inflated sides behind Chase. Di Salvo, Hamilton and finally Philby clambered aboard behind them. There were no seats, but those packs containing camping gear-Chase had decided to prepare for any eventualities-served as substitutes.

There was one pack that nobody wanted to sit on, however. Although it was closed, it was obvious from its angular bulges that it contained guns.

“Okay,” said Chase once everybody was settled, “all aboard the Skylark!” He waved to Julio, who untied the ropes. Castille started the outboard, which rasped and burbled into life. He guided the Zodiac carefully around the flank of its parent craft, then revved the engine and started the boat on its journey upriver.

“Christ,” muttered Chase. “Apocalypse Now time.” They were now inside the search area, looking for somewhere to make landfall-but being hampered by a dense mist. Even though the banks were barely twenty feet apart, the roiling fog was sometimes thick enough to obscure the trees.

The temperature had dropped noticeably. Nina had thought she would be glad of the relief from the oppressive, muggy heat, but instead found herself feeling uneasy. Even the constant shrieking and whooping of birds and animals had died away.

Di Salvo and Chase apparently felt the same, both men watching the banks intently, something about their postures suggesting that they were poised for action.

“What is it?” she asked Chase as the boat rounded another turn.

“I think we might have company.” No trace of his usual levity; he was all business.

“Eddie,” said di Salvo quietly, pointing off to the left. Nina followed Chase’s gaze, but saw nothing.

“Yeah, I see it,” Chase replied.

All Nina could see were trees. “What?”

Chase pointed. “Footprint in the mud.” She still couldn’t make it out even with his help.

“This is excellent,” Hamilton said, talking in his normal overloud voice and earning annoyed glares from Chase and di Salvo. “This is everything I hoped for! We’ll be the first people to meet this tribe, won’t we, Agnaldo?”

“Other people have met them before,” di Salvo said in a low, ominous tone. “They just didn’t come back to tell anyone.”

“Hugo,” Chase hissed, making a throat-cutting gesture. Castille immediately switched off the outboard.

“What is it?” Nina whispered. In reply, Chase pointed ahead.

Something emerged from the mist as the Zodiac drifted forward. Objects seemingly floating above the water… until the fog thinned enough to reveal that they were tied to bamboo poles.

Not tied to them. Impaled on them.

Nina cringed when she realized what the objects were. Corpses. The skeletal remains of people, most of the flesh long since rotted away and consumed by wildlife. All that remained were bones, shreds of clothing…

The blunt nose of the boat bumped gently against the first bamboo pole. Chase gestured to di Salvo, who tossed him an oar before picking one up for himself. “How long’s it been there, do you reckon?”

Di Salvo stared up at the body. “A long time. Years. The last time anyone was reported missing in this area was about seven years ago.”

“Looks like we found him.” Chase used the oar to push the boat sideways, then started rowing, easing it past the first poles. More of the awful markers came into view ahead.

“Amazing,” said Hamilton, watching the first corpse go by with an expression that blended awe with disgust. “A genuine lost tribe, completely isolated from civilization.”

Nina’s own expression was nothing but disgust. “I get the feeling they want to keep it that way. This is obviously a warning-keep the hell out.”

“We just need to show them that we’re no threat,” Hamilton breathed. “Think of all the anthropological data we can learn from them.”

“This is why I prefer archaeology,” Nina muttered. “All my finds are dead, they can’t stick you on a pole-Oh my God!” She jumped to her feet, rocking the boat, and tugged insistently at Chase’s jacket. “Eddie, Eddie! Stop the boat! Stop!”

Chase snatched his Wildey from its holster before realizing that Nina was excited, not scared. “Jesus, give me a heart attack, why don’t you?” he complained as he used the oar to stop the boat. “What is it?”

“That body…”

“What about it?”

She pointed up at one of the corpses. Even less of it remained than the first one they had encountered, the jawbone and one arm missing, all the connecting tissue eaten away. Its clothing was similarly rotted-but even through the accumulated filth and mold of decades, a glint of metal was still visible.

An insignia.

Just the sight of it made Nina shiver. It should have been incongruous, its impact diluted by time… but it still had the power to chill. An icon of evil.

The death’s-head insignia of the Schutzstaffel. Hitler’s SS.

“What the bloody hell’s that doing here?” Chase wondered aloud. “Nazis? Here?”

“It must have been one of the Ahnenerbe expeditions,” said Nina. “The Ahnenerbe was the archaeological arm of the SS,” she added, in response to Chase’s puzzled look. “The Nazis sent teams all over the world hunting for artifacts connected to Atlantean mythology-they believed that the Aryan race was descended from the ancient rulers of the world, all part of their “master race” crap. But their expeditions were focused on Asia, not South America…”

“Something brought them here,” said Kari. She gestured at Nina’s pack, and the sextant arm within. “Maybe the same thing as us.”

“No, that doesn’t make sense,” Philby said, frowning in thought. “At the time of the Nazis, the Glozel Tablets were considered fakes, they’d been discredited. They wouldn’t have been able to translate the inscriptions. It must have been something else, something we haven’t seen…”

Kari examined the neighboring bodies, more curious than repulsed. “From the state of these other corpses, they seem to have died at the same time. But there’s only four of them? That seems small for an expedition. The Ahnenerbe would send dozens of men on such a mission.”

“Maybe this lot didn’t run fast enough,” said Chase, with gallows humor. “So what’re we going to do? Whoever’s out there, they don’t want us around.”

“We have to go on,” Kari said, determined. “We haven’t come all this way just to be frightened off by a tribe of savages and their… scarecrows.”

“Ah, ah, you see?” said Hamilton, waving an admonishing finger at her. “You’re betraying your dominator culture prejudices there with your choice of words. These people have been living in perfect harmony with their environment for thousands of years-isn’t it possible that by comparison, we’re the real savages?”

Kari looked as irritated as Nina had ever seen her. “Oh, shut up, you stupid little man.” Di Salvo barely contained a laugh at Hamilton ’s affronted gawp. “Mr. Chase, can you see anywhere we can get ashore?”

Chase peered into the drifting mist. “Hard to tell… there might be something on the right bank.” He started rowing again, di Salvo joining in to propel the boat away from the grisly warning signs.

There was indeed a gap in the dense vegetation along the bank, and a few minutes later the Zodiac was tied up. Once everyone was on solid ground, the equipment was unloaded-and weapons handed out, to Nina’s discomfort and Hamilton ’s outrage.

“You’re seriously proposing that we make first contact with these people at gunpoint?” he shrilled as Chase passed compact automatic rifles to Castille and di Salvo.

“From the state of those bodies, I’d say they were met at spearpoint, so yeah,” Chase replied. There was another rifle in the pack: after a moment’s consideration, he took it out and offered it to Kari. “Do you know how…”

She took it from him. “Colt Commando M4A15.56-millimeter assault rifle, magazine load thirty rounds, maximum effective range three hundred and sixty meters.” Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she ejected the magazine, pushed down on the exposed bullet with her thumb to check that it was fully loaded, reinserted it and chambered the first round, never once looking down at the weapon.

Chase was impressed. “Okay, I’m adding that to my list of things I want in a woman…”

“You don’t want me anymore? I’m heartbroken,” Nina told him.

“Heh. Okay, we’ve got…” he checked his watch, “three and a half hours to sunset, so no matter what happens, whatever we find, we’re back here at the boat in three. Until we find out more about our pole-up-the-jacksie friends out there, we’re not going to be doing any camping. Me and Agnaldo, we’ll take point, Hugo’ll watch our arses. Everyone else, keep between us-stay close, but don’t bunch up too tight. Nina, you stick with Ms. Frost. It’s funny, but I’m starting to think she could have a decent second career as a bodyguard.” Kari smiled and adopted a military pose, making Nina giggle. “All right! Let’s go find this lost city!”

“What lost city?” asked Hamilton, as everyone followed Chase and di Salvo. “Wait, is there something I haven’t been told?”

It took them close to an hour to reach the first of the four potential sites for the city, and another twenty minutes of exploration before it became obvious there was nothing there. What on the aerial photos had seemed like hints of former civilization were, on the ground, revealed as nothing more than exposed rocks, fallen trees and tricks of the light.

“Oh well, can’t expect to hit it on the first try,” Chase reassured Nina as he took a compass reading and checked his map. Beneath the trees, getting line of sight on a GPS satellite was problematic at best. “Still got three more to go.”

“How far away’s the next site?” she asked.

Chase pointed. “Mile or so that way. If we shift, we might have time to check out the third site before we go back to the boat. Or we could just head back now. I bet Julio’s got something nice in the oven for us…”

Nina smiled. “Tempting, but no.”

“Tchah. Okay,” he said, raising his voice, “everyone, we’re moving out!”

The group reassembled and set off behind di Salvo and Chase. Di Salvo slung his rifle over one shoulder and wielded a machete. After about ten minutes, the undergrowth thinned out noticeably. Occasionally he swung the blade to hack at some obstructing branch, but most of the time the route was clear, the party able to move at a faster pace than before.

“Yeah, I thought this seemed a bit too good to be natural,” Chase said to him.

“What do you mean?” Nina asked. She and Kari were following ten feet behind, heeding his warning not to bunch up.

“We’re on a path. That’s why we don’t need to cut through much.” He indicated the thicker vegetation off to each side.

Nina looked around warily for any signs of movement. “So we might run into the Indians coming the other way?”

“Christ, I hope not. I don’t want to miss my dinner!”

They kept moving through the jungle, ducking under low branches. The mist was still drifting between the trees, reducing visibility to at most fifty feet even when the view wasn’t blocked by vegetation. Suddenly di Salvo stopped, holding up a warning hand for everyone else to do the same. “Footprint,” he said, crouching.

Chase squatted next to him. “How old?”

“Less than a day. Definitely an Indian.”

“How can you tell?” Nina asked. She could just about make out the faint outline of a bare foot in the dirt and fallen leaves.

“The toes are splayed, from walking barefoot all the time.” Di Salvo stood and squinted through the mist. “Even if we don’t find your lost city, this is still a previously uncontacted tribe. Another reason for the loggers and farmers to hate my guts.”

“No, this is incredible!” said Hamilton, pushing past Nina and Kari. “We really will be the first people to make contact with this tribe! Once we establish peaceful communication, there’s so much we’ll be able to learn from them-”

A spearhead burst through the front of Hamilton ’s chest, his bright red shirt darkening with blood.

Nina screamed. Hamilton ’s eyes widened in shock as he sagged to his knees. Then he keeled over, the wooden shaft of the spear protruding over four feet out of his back.

Chase and Castille whipped up their rifles and aimed in the direction from which the spear had come. Kari grabbed Nina and pushed her to the ground as she lifted her own gun.

An arrow hit di Salvo in his right arm, the carved obsidian head slicing deep into his bicep. He dropped his machete, yelling in agony as he stumbled back and fell over Hamilton ’s body.

At the same moment, something whirled through the air and cracked against Chase’s head-then wrapped around it.

A bola.

Chase staggered and dropped to the ground, clutching at the weighted cords digging into his flesh.

Behind her, Nina heard Castille let out a choking gasp. Another bola had caught him around the neck, squeezing his throat with the grip of a maniac.

Philby threw himself flat on the ground next to Kari and Nina. Another spear flew overhead, passing barely a foot above them.

Kari desperately looked for a target-but saw nothing except trees and mist.

Fleeting glimpses of shapes darted between the towering trunks. She brought the gun around, tracking one of the ghostly figures-

Crack!

Something hit her on the back of her head. Not a bola, not even a spear. The crudest of all weapons, just a rock-but thrown with great precision and force. It wasn’t enough to knock her out, but it dropped her to the muddy ground, stunned and disoriented.

The rifle fell from her hands. Nina stared at it for a moment, frozen by fear. Then she reached for it.

But too late.

Where a second before there had been nothing but jungle, now there were people, springing into view as if they had been spat out of the ground.

Dark hair, dark skin, faces fierce behind their primitive but deadly weapons.

All of them aimed at her.