Primordia: In Search of the Lost World

Ben finally pulled his rifle from over his shoulder and carried it cradled in his arms. On seeing him do this, Dan also drew his gun. But Ben waved it away.

“For now, keep it holstered. We’re all going to be a little jumpy, so let’s not inadvertently put holes in each other.” He slightly lifted the M4A1 carbine in his arms; the assault rifle was short but lethal looking. “I got this.”

Dan nodded and reholstered his weapon, and then Ben led them in. He had his flashlight gripped in the same hand as the barrel hand-guard, and the other on the pistol grip.

Ben swept the light beam back and forth; his eyes were hawk-like in their intensity. The doors to the ancient structure had long since rotted away, or perhaps they never existed. Inside, it was about the size of a large barn, empty save for a single altar at its centre. Around the walls, there were more carvings, depicting scenes of large unidentifiable animals that could have been prehistoric creatures, or perhaps beasts from the former occupants’ mythology.

“Hello!” Steve shouted, but there was no echo.

“Keep it down, smartass,” Dan shot back.

“No return echo means the bounce back was swallowed — there’s more openings somewhere,” Ben said. “Spread out.”

Multiple flashlights cut the dark atmosphere as the small group searched the structure. The temple had obviously been dug back into the cliff wall, or maybe there had been some sort of cave that they had modified in the past. There were no side rooms apparent, and the ancient stone blocks in the wall were occasionally forced apart as huge muscular roots poured through to then continue their journey on into the floor.

“Jesus,” Emma scoffed. “Check this out.” The sides of the stone altar were carved with images of bound men and women having their heads removed, hearts cut out, and limbs severed.

“Yeah,” Jenny said, trailing her hands along troughs in the top. “Human sacrifice,” she whispered. “Jesus, what the hell where they doing to them?” She pointed at the next carved scene that looked like men carting baskets of body parts.

“Feeding time.” Andrea’s voice was small. She pointed to another image on the altar base. It was a scene of the natives throwing the human meat to some gigantic beast that seemed all teeth. “Looks like the things outside.” Her voice was little more than a squeak now.

“The folly of feeding the crocodile and hoping it’ll eat you last,” Emma said. “And maybe in the end it came for them anyway.”

“Got something,” Steve yelled.

Heads turned, but it was only when he leaned back out from behind a broad piece of stone that looked like the rear wall could they locate him. He ducked back in.

“A passage.” Steve’s voice sounded even further away.

The way the stones had been hewn made it look like an unbroken wall from the front, but the closer you got, you saw that it was just cleverly hidden by perspective.

“Stay there,” Ben shouted as the group crowded towards the rear.

Ben saw that the stonework became rougher and his suspicions that it was at some time some sort of natural opening in the rock were confirmed; Steve stood aside to let Ben ease in beside him.

Steve moved his light beam around. “There’s a lot of roots, and it might have collapsed further in, but I can feel a breeze.”

Ben nodded. “But I can feel air rising, being sucked upwards.”

Steve grinned. “Do you think it goes all the way to the top then?”

Ben returned the smile. “I’m betting on it.” He also shined his light up into the inky black tunnel. It was narrow, no more than three feet wide, and thick roots crisscrossed much of the passage.

Dan wedged his head in next to them, craning his neck to look up. “What are we waiting for?”

“Let me have a look.” Jenny also tried to jam herself in underneath the big men, and Ben could also hear Emma and Andrea jostling as well. He grunted as he extracted himself and jostling bodies immediately filled his space.

Standing back, he checked his wristwatch — it was 4 o’clock, and though they still had a few hours of light left, he didn’t know how long it would take to get to the top, and if they did, arriving at night was an unnecessary risk.

“Good and bad news.” Ben placed his hands on his hips, as a few faces turned to him. “It looks narrow, and potentially passable for us, but not for anything larger than us. That’s the good news. The bad news is, we’d need to clear it to see how far we can get, and hope there’s no choke points further up. Gonna take time.”

Ben snorted as he saw more of the group burrow back in, shining their lights around. “Given we think it’s over a thousand feet to the top of the plateau, it’ll be a hellova climb and will take too long to undertake today.”

Emma pulled back, frowning at him.

Ben shrugged. “Bottom line, I want us there with plenty of daylight left.”

“Ahh.” Dan raised an eyebrow. “The impatient side of my brain says you’re a party pooper. The smart, sensible side, which is the much smaller side, says that makes sense.” He grinned.

“Make camp here?” Emma said unenthusiastically.

“Yeah, sheltered, dry, and secure,” Ben said, calling them back in. “Here’s the plan; Steve, I want you to climb up a few hundred feet, take Emma with you, and see what we’re up against.”

Emma immediately brightened, and he lowered his brow at the man. “Just a few hundred, got it?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, got it.”

Ben turned to Emma. “And that goes for you too; promise me.”

“O-ookay.” She smiled.

“C’mon, promise,” Ben pressed.

She grinned. “I promise.” She crossed her chest.

Ben nodded. “Dan and Andrea gather wood, make a fire. Jenny and I will see if we can scare up some game. Nino, check this place out to make sure there’s nothing that’s going to surprise us at night.”

The Venezuelan saluted. Ben waited for any further questions and when there was none, he waved to Jenny. “Let’s go hunting.”

Ben’s eyes snapped open; sleep immediately banished — the fire had died down and inside the temple the embers cast a muted, hellish glow that didn’t quite reach into the nooks and crannies of the crumbling edifice.

He lay there for several minutes, breathing evenly and just letting his eyes move slowly of the interior. He had positioned himself at the rear of the room, facing the open doorway. Everyone else seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and there were no unusual sights, sounds, or even odors. But still, a soldier’s intuition put him on edge.

Another sound, this time from outside — twigs snapping. The depth of it told him the twig had been of a fair size so needed a degree of weight to break it.

Ben eased to a sitting position and withdrew his handgun. He retained the old mission habit of sleeping in his boots, so he simply got to his feet and edged along the wall to the door, peering around it.

There was nothing, even though he watched and waited for a full five minutes. But just as he began to relax, there came more sounds, further out. Something or someone was definitely out there.

He crouched and went out fast, moving quickly to the nearest bank of ferns to pause, staying low and once again just using his peripheral vision to try and pick out any movement or out of place shapes or coloring. He exhaled, frustrated and wishing he had night-vision goggles — the thick cloud cover meant no moon and no stars, so it was near pitch darkness.

Ben had fought in these conditions before and was trained to rely on sound, smell, and intuition, but it became a game of luck as well as one of skill and reflexes.

A sound again, and this time the flick of a tiny light — people then — was it a cigarette lighter? He stayed low, burrowing and treading softly as he moved another fifty feet further into the jungle. He smelled the smoke in amongst the humidity and mist of the jungle — cheap, harsh, foreign tobacco. There came a pinprick of orange light — the flare of a cigarette tip as someone drew on the smoke. Ben looped around and came up from behind it.

Sure enough there he was, a big man, broad, and standing close to a tree fern trunk that looked like it was covered in hair. He faced towards the temple as though keeping watch on it. Ben gripped his gun and came to his full height. He eased closer, but the guy was so focused he never heard Ben come up behind him.

“Nice night for bird watching?”

“Вибачте?” The man froze, holding his cigarette in a raised hand.

Ben didn’t recognize the language, and thought it might have been Russian — he tried it. “Русский?” In the darkness, Ben just made out the curl of the lip and shake of head. He tried English.

“You alone?”

The man just shook his head, but more from lack of understanding. He knew Dan spoke a few languages.

“Let’s get you back and see if anyone else can sort you out.”

He saw that the man had a sidearm, and Ben pointed with his free hand, while keeping his own gun pointed at the man’s chest.

“I’ll take that.” He held out his hand.

The man kept his eyes on Ben’s and not his gun. Ben recognized the confidence and professionalism; the muzzle of Ben’s gun would transfix an amateur, but it wasn’t the gun that dictated what happened next, but the thoughts of the potential shooter — and it was the eyes that usually betrayed those.

The man pulled the gun from its holster and carefully handed it over. Ben took it and jammed it into his belt.

“This way.” He waved the guy on and together they headed back to the ruins — he had a hundred questions and hoped he could get someone to ask them.

The guy shuffled, walked into vines, and kept his arms out in front of himself as though he was blind. Ben knew he was a lot more professional than he was letting on, and his patience finally ran out. He grabbed the big guy by the shoulder and started to push him through the foliage towards the red glow of the temple doors.

At the entrance, he shoved him inside, keeping the gun pointed at the ground but ready, and also his free hand up to ward off a potential backhanded blow if need be. But what met his eyes made his heart sink.

“At last. Good evening, or is it good morning, Mr. Cartwright?”

Ben lunged forward at the guy he had just led in and grabbed him by the shoulder to then pull him back as a shield.

The stranger who had addressed him was portly, mid-50s, and looked supremely confident. With him were two other big men, grizzled, hard-edged, and now standing over his team. All their weapons had been collected and piled to one side of the temple.

“Who the fuck are you assholes?” Ben growled.

“Language, please. After all, there are ladies present.” The man honestly looked dismayed. “My name is Barlow, Edward Barlow. With you is my friend, Mr. Janus Bellakov, who was asked to escort you back here — which he has done.”

Steve launched himself at one of the men, who faster than anyone anticipated, whipped out an arm holding the gun and cracked the young man across the jaw. Steve went down, holding a split lip.

Barlow’s man then stood over him, gun pointed at his head. He trailed the gun over the other’s heads, daring another attack.

Nino cringed, holding his hands up higher. “I just guide.”

“That’s enough now, Mr. Koenig,” Barlow said, and his man begrudgingly stepped back.

“You sons of bitches.” Ben pulled Bellakov backwards and grabbed his collar, jamming the muzzle of the gun up under his ribs. “Your friend, huh? Why don’t you let all of my friends go and then we can talk.”

“We’re talking now.” Barlow continued to smile. “And if you want to shoot him, then go ahead. But then we’ll need to shoot one of your people, or maybe two.”

Barlow spoke without turning. “Mr. Koenig, choose one of the women.”

The big guy to Barlow’s left pointed a gun at Emma’s head. She screwed her eyes shut, but there remained a defiant set to her jaw.

Shit, Ben thought. He knew that he was quick enough, and certainly a good enough shot, to whip the gun around and take out Barlow or Koenig. But that left two others who may start shooting, and with so many civilians, the odds of someone getting killed were off the scale.

“What do you want?” Ben glared at Barlow.

“To talk. That’s all.” He held up a hand flat. “I promise.”

“I’m betting I’ve met a few of your boys before, at the hotel in Windlesham Manor. That your idea of talking?” Ben’s jaws clenched.

“Stupid, I know.” Barlow sighed. “But if I said to you I wanted to see what you had, or even tag along, your answer might not have been what I wanted. I was wrong to attempt to steal your notebook, and I apologize, profusely.”

“Who was it?” Ben growled.

Barlow grinned. “Why, your friend right there of course.” He winked at Bellakov.

“Good.” Ben jerked Bellakov back to club him over the head with the butt of the gun. The big man went down. “That’s for the kick in the guts, you sonofabitch.” He lowered his gun, but continued to hold it loosely at his side. “Lower your guns and we’ll talk then.”

Barlow turned left and right, nodding. His men lowered their guns and stood at ease. At his feet, Bellakov groaned and then got to his feet. He came up with the blazing, blood in his eye look of someone who wanted to charge in. Ben lowered his head, looking at the man from under his brows.

“Anytime, big fella.”

“Enough.” Barlow’s voice was sharp in the enclosed space, and Bellakov begrudgingly backed away, still rubbing the back of his neck.

Barlow smiled. “I knew you’d find it, this place. That’s why we tagged along.”

Emma came and stood beside Ben. “You were in front of us.”

“Only for a while,” Barlow said. “Then we looped around and waited for you. We already knew you were on your way, and we had come to the end of your map and had no idea which way to go from there. And then the GPS, compass, and comms all went to hell, and with only a few thousand square miles of uncharted Amazon jungle to bumble around in, I mean, what could possibly have gone wrong?” He chortled for a moment or two before pulling a handkerchief and wiping his brow and then lips.

“No, so much better to follow the guy with the notebook.” He glowered at Bellakov. “That we failed to retrieve in England.”

“Thanks, but we don’t need any more people on our expedition.” Steve got to his feet and went to pick up his gun, but one of Barlow’s men pointed the gun again.

Ben returned the favor, and Barlow raised his hand. “Not just yet, young man.” He said, smiling benignly at Steve. “Soon, perhaps.” He turned to Emma. “You can’t overpower us, or hide from us, and you’re way too nice to do anything violent or… final.” He lifted one eyebrow. “Really, what choice do you have? We’ll simply follow you. Best if we join forces, I’d say. After all, I don’t think it’s going to be a picnic up top, do you?

“So…” Barlow found a suitable piece of tumbled stone. “Everyone, please sit down.” He lowered himself to the stone and then placed two meaty forearms on his thighs and took a few moments to look at each of them.

“Friends, from when I was a child, I’d heard rumors that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s fantastical Lost World adventure was based on fact. Then in school, I read about them finding more and more of these tepuis structures, some absolutely enormous, and being so high that they really did support some life forms on top of them — whole colonies of creatures that remained in perfect isolation and indifference to the life on the ground for many, many millions of years.”

He sighed. “But these things, these isolated remnants, were only insects, ground shrews, and a few nematodes. But it made me think that if there was a large enough land mass, then it goes to reason that the creatures could, must, also be exponentially larger.” He raised his chin. “And then with some good financial fortune, my search was able to begin.”

“How did you find us?” Dan asked.

“Daniel Murakami, Dan, really, you ask that? A specialist in information technology and communications, asking how we could find someone or anything these days? I simply set the trap, and you sprung it yourself when you began your search for the notebook. I already had a plan in place, I just needed something to focus it on… and you delivered.”

Dan groaned, already suspecting that he had sent up the flare that Barlow had spotted.

“What do you want from this… from us?” Jenny asked.

“Nothing more than to know, to see, to experience what may be up there. The secret will remain with us, but I do reserve the right to come back here with small parties for further… study.”

“Hunting parties more like,” Jenny said, bristling.

“Study, hunting…” Barlow shrugged and smirked.

“Won’t make any difference,” Ben said. “Apparently, this place can only be found every 10 years. Come back next week, and there’ll be nothing.”

Barlow sniggered. “Oh really, like what happens, the entire tabletop mountain vanishes?”

Ben now knew that Barlow obviously hadn’t heard that part of the legend.

“Well?” Barlow looked at their faces. There was silence for a moment or two, and then he held a hand up. “You have my word on it. And given my men are experienced hunters, trackers, and bushmen, we will be of value to you.”

Ben looked from Barlow to Bellakov, and then to the stony-faced Koenig and Bourke. Both looked about as mean and hard-bitten as you could get. Bottom line, Ben didn’t trust the four men for a New York second. They held the guns, and had already shown him they were prepared to use violence. If he said no, what was to stop them killing all his friends, right here, right now? Time to play along, he thought, for now.

“Agreed,” Ben said quickly.

“What?” Emma’s face screwed in anger.

“Hey, Ben, that’s not your call.” Dan and Steve also looked surprised.

“We need them,” Ben said matter-of-factly. “If what’s at the top of the tunnel is anything like what my great ancestor put in his notebook, then the more security we have the better.”

“Good man,” Barlow said and slapped his thighs. He then looked at his wristwatch. “3am — in a few hours the sun will be coming up. Might be worthwhile arriving as early in the day as we can manage. What say you, Mr. Cartwright?”

“Sure, and no hard feelings.” Ben held out a hand to Bellakov who ignored it. He laughed and then turned to Barlow. “We’ll pack up, grab a quick bite, and then start up.” He turned to the shaft.

“Steve, Emma, for our new guests, remind us again of what you saw in there?”

Steve’s eyes still burned with anger, and he mumbled through a swelling jaw. Emma put a hand on his arm and spoke up. “A shaft, not quite vertical, but steep. Root-bound and possibly a few choke points, but I’m betting it’s passable — for someone of normal body weight.” Her lip curled slightly as she glanced at Barlow.

The man grinned in return. “Then I better remember to suck it in, hmm, darling?”

Emma continued. “I estimate the climb to be easily over a thousand feet, maybe more, much more. And I doubt there’s going to be too many places to rest. We need to decide if everyone goes or not.” She let her eyes slide to Andrea, whose brows immediately snapped together.

“Hey.” She scowled. “You really think I just sailed, rode, and then trekked through the Amazon to wait down here and mind your coats?” She gave Emma a tight smile. “Not fucking likely.”

“That height is not bad at all,” Jenny cut in. “Some of these tepuis can climb to 3,000 feet.”

“That’s good. Steve, you okay?” Ben asked.

The young man worked his jaw for a moment and then nodded. “Nothing a little payback couldn’t fix.” He glared at Koenig who just smirked in return. “I’ll save it for now.”

“Nino, how about you?” Ben saw that the young guide had finally gotten to his feet, but still shifted from foot to foot.

He shook his head. “I think I go back home now.”

“No, I don’t think you will,” Barlow said. “You can stay here at the foot of the plateau, and one of my men can stay with you. But no one is leaving to broadcast our find until we say so, well, until I say so. Is that clear?” Barlow tilted his head, his smile benign.

Ben shrugged. “Can you climb?”

Nino bobbed his head.

“Nino, I’ll give you a big bonus for your troubles, promise,” Dan said and flashed him a salesman’s smile.

“I can climb.” He scowled at Barlow. “And I can be trusted.”

“Okay, we buddy up,” Ben said. “Emma, Nino, and myself will lead us up. Steve and Andrea, Dan and Jenny, and Mr. Barlow, you three can make your own arrangements. Also, we climb light; anything unnecessary we leave down here.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Except for one change; Mr. Bellakov and myself will climb directly behind you and your first team, Mr. Cartwright. And then Mister’s Koenig and Bourke will bring up the rear. All good?”

Barlow raised his eyebrows, but Ben knew it wasn’t really a question.

“Fine,” Ben said.

The final rations were then eaten in silence and then done more for taking in fuel, as everyone became lost in their own thoughts. Ben turned to see Barlow’s man, Bourke, fiddling with something and Ben groaned when he recognized the shape.

“What the hell do you think you’re going to do with that?”

Bourke ignored him and kept at his work. Ben got to his feet and so did Bellakov.

Ben pointed. “Am I going mad, or am I seeing some asshole counting out fragmentation grenades?”

Bourke looked up and grinned as he took them out of plastic and laid the squat green canisters on the ground in a row. “F1 anti-personnel fragmentation device, five-second internal fuse and lethal detonation spread of 30 feet.” He winked. “These bad boys will do some real damage.”

“Damn right they will; to us if not handled correctly,” Ben said, seething.

Barlow sighed. “Calm down Mr. Cartwright. We don’t know exactly what deterrents we’re going to need yet. And if we need them, and in a hurry, I’d prefer the good Mr. Bourke here doesn’t need to spend valuable seconds fumbling in his preparations.”

Ben fumed. He objected to seeing the military-grade explosives because he didn’t have any. Plus, he had no idea whether Bourke had handled them before.

“You only use them when I say.” He glared.

Bourke looked up and chuckled. “Yeah, sure.”

Ben went and sat back down, finishing his final meal. He started to think this bad idea was looking worse by the second.

It was still dark outside when they attached their headlamps to foreheads and lined up at the bottom of the shaft.

CHAPTER 20

Comet P/2018-YG874, designate name Primordia, was now at its perihelion or maximum observable focus as it had now reached its closest point to Earth.

The magnetic distortion had also reached its peak, but now the field generated a form of stability. The hurricane-like winds that had been roaring above them on the top of the plateau ceased, and the boiling clouds dropped to become a mist that moved through a primordial forest.

Warm rain fell on a lost world. The wettest season was here.

CHAPTER 21

Warm air rushed past them as Emma stood on a small ledge and looked up into the natural cave tunnel. Her trained eye picked out tiny ledges, toeholds, and crevices for toe and fingertips.

The upside was it was so narrow they could go up chute-style where they braced a leg against each side of the tunnel and basically hopped their way upwards.She led the way and used her hunting knife to cut and hack away at many of the roots barring their way — so far, she found no real impediment. Added to that, the rushing wind told her that the chimney went all the way to the top. Or she hoped. There was always the chance that the chimney was going to take a turn and exit out on the cliff-face.

She looked back at Ben — he wasn’t an expert climber, but he was fit and sturdy, keeping pace with her. His strong jaw and stubbled chin held a smile.

“Hey, if my dear old great, great grandfather could do it…”

She laughed. “Yeah, but he was younger than you back then.” She had a small flashlight attached to her wrist, and she reached up, adjusted her forehead lamp, and began to scale again.

Way behind her, she heard Nino breathing hard, a man’s voice curse, and someone else complaining. But she was in her element. This was what she trained for and what she excelled at, the hand over hand, toe hold to the next, always scaling upwards while trying not to outpace those behind.

Emma paused again to scan around a slight bend in the shaft. The rocks were good, old, but dense and looked like they were ancient igneous rock, more than likely granite, which was hard as iron, and less likely to drop stones back down on lower climbers.

She looked back down; Nino already struggled, and she saw that Ben had let him slip past so he could push up on the man’s foot, basically lifting him as he climbed. She grinned as she watched him; she couldn’t help it. She liked him. She’d liked him at school, and she now liked what he’d grown into even more.

Truth be told, she wasn’t just here to find some lost plateau; she was here for Ben. He was her ideal man — tall, handsome, rugged, and from a good family. Any one of those attributes would have put him close to the top, but all of them together… well, let’s just say, she’d already decided that big guy wasn’t going to get away so easily this time.

She chuckled in the darkness.

“All right up there?” she heard him call to her.

“All good, so far.” She directed the powerful beam of the mag-light lashed to her wrist up into the chimney — there was no end in sight, and by her estimates, they had come about 400 hundred feet, but had maybe three times that distance to go.

She called down: “How’s everyone doing back down there? Everyone still with us?”

Ben stopped, getting her drift. “Sound off, people,” he called.

One after the other, with the voices getting fainter, the group let them know they were all safe. Even the loathsome Barlow and his band of apes joined in. She didn’t trust any of them for a second, and she still couldn’t work out why Ben had agreed to let them come. No choice, she guessed.

She turned back to the chute, quickly rubbed her hands on her pants, and then continued up. For her, the climb was easy, and there were no areas that required ropes or pitons, and just as well, as she only had about 100 feet of rope in her kit and no other climbing aides. She had originally assumed she would have to scale the sheer wall of the plateau by herself, but the pipe was an unexpected gift.

About 800 feet up, she paused to suck in some air. A slight breeze still rushed past her, bringing with it all the sounds of the lower climbers — the grunts, groans, and heavy breathing.

Emma took off her forehead light and used an arm to wipe her brow — even though the cave was cooler than outside, the humidity was stifling, and she wedged herself in the chute for a moment to tug out her canteen and take a sip.

The air stopped moving.

Emma sipped again, waiting. But the air remained stagnant. She frowned, looking up, and saw it was impenetrable darkness above her. She remembered she’d removed her forehead light and quickly slipped it on, looking up again. She’d felt this sort of event type before — it occurred when something blocked a chute, and it usually meant bad news — a rock fall or something was laid over their access path.

Ben caught up to her and tapped her shoe, making her yip with fright.

“Jesus, Ben.” She looked down at his dust-streaked face.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“I think…” She looked back up just as the air suddenly began to rush past her again — whatever the blockage was, it was now gone. She licked flaking lips. “Nothing.” She continued to stare upwards.

Ben squeezed her foot. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She smiled and nodded. “Just… just tell that fat-ass Barlow to stop blocking the pipe.” That had to be it, she thought.

She continued on, still feeling good, light, strong, and then what she thought was dust began to grow thicker. Emma held a hand up in front of her face and let her light beam play over it — she expected to see floating dust motes, but instead, there was nothing except a distinctive cloudiness.

“Ha. Mist,” she said and felt an odd tingling in her belly.

Oddly, it seemed to defy the breeze blowing past them to remain suspended in the chute.

She shone her flashlight upwards. The chimney continued on until it exhausted the strength of her beam, but now there was a definite haze. She laid a hand against the stone — cool. She knew that mist and fog could form when cool air passed over warmer water or land. But the stone was cooler here.

Ben caught up again.

“Look. We’ve entered a mist layer.”

He added his light to hers. “Humidity’s pretty high. Cave wall’s still dry though; that’s a good thing.”

“Yep,” she said. She placed a hand on her belly. “You feel okay? Any tingling?”

He scoffed quietly. “Yeah, a little. Just thought it was fatigue or vertigo, or something.”

“No, not that.” She wiped her nose. “Weird; maybe that magnetic effect Dan mentioned.”

“Maybe,” Ben said half-heartedly.

“Are we there yet?” Nino had caught up and gasped up at them with a red, sweat-slicked face.

She smiled back. “No, but nearly.”

She started up again. Higher and higher, even her trained muscles were starting to feel the ache and strain of dragging your own bodyweight upwards. Her fingertips were abraded and nails ground down, and it was only after another hour that she thought her eyes were playing tricks as it seemed that the fog was thickening. There was also a change in air density that she recognized.

She increased her speed, moving like a spider as excitement gave her muscles new energy. She quickly left Ben and Nino, as the smaller Venezuelan man unfortunately beginning to act as a plug to the other climbers. He was just lucky he had Ben with him who continued to push him skyward, as he would surely have been left far behind.

Emma’s grin widened as she detected something else, and she reached up to flick off her headlamp.

Yes, she whispered, and turned once again. “We got light, people.” She started to scamper higher, leaping now.

“Slow down,” she heard Ben yell, but his voice was already far behind now. The chimney narrowed a little but caused her no problem. However, she knew that someone the size of Barlow would struggle. Good, she thought, hope he loses skin.

In another hundred feet, she smelled damp earth, exotic odors, and many sweet scents that could have been pollens or flowers in bloom. Her wristwatch told her it was 7am, and sun up, but the light was still muted. She sniffed again; there was also something odd, faintly acidic, almost like cat-piss ammonia.

Emma put her hand up onto a ledge with a roof above it. The chimney had ended in a horizontal cave, flat at about two feet high, but broad and disappearing off into the darkness for both ways.

She eased off her backpack, scrambled on her belly over some sort of gravel to the end, and stopped.

“Oh my God.”

Her mouth stayed open

It felt, as well as heard, the animals in the cave. The vibrations in the stone that had been transported to her body told of blundering creatures, several of them, and all inside the cave. Her cave.

It tasted the air but didn’t pick up any scent; they were still far away. It eased itself from its hiding place, prepared to defend its territory. But something else flared inside it, hunger, always the ache of hunger.

It also hadn’t eaten in days, and nothing would be wasted.

Like the rest of them, Ben had to dump his pack to crawl forward. He put a hand on Emma’s shoulder. She had her chin resting on the back of her hands, and she turned to smile.

‘It’s real,” she said dreamily.

Ben turned back to the vista. “And there we were, upon the dreamland, the Lost World.”

“From the story?” she asked.

He nodded, letting his eyes take it all in. There was a heavy fog or low cloud, but even the plant life that he could make out was so alien to what he had seen in many other jungles before that it was near unrecognizable. And the size of everything was breathtaking — massive trunks soared high into the clouds without showing their canopies. Jagged outcrops berthed ferns and strange flowers with raw red heads, and there were the prehistoric scaly looking trees that Jenny had identified below.

But there were also strange palms with fruiting bulbs of brilliant orange, yellow, and purples, and massive columns of hairy wooded stumps that had green strips like reeds rather than leaves at their tip.

“Everything is so… big,” Emma whispered.

Nino crawled up beside them, the gravel crunching underneath him, and scanned one way then the other. “I don’t like it.”

“Well, I love it,” Emma responded.

The others came and lay beside them, with the long flat cave allowing the entire group to lie side by side.

“Well done, sir,” Barlow said between puffing breaths.

Ben turned to the wheezing man; his face was so flushed and red it looked like some sort of overripe fruit about to burst. Sweat dripped from his chin and the end of his nose. He wiped it with a dusty handkerchief.

“Well done to my great, great grandfather, I’d say,” he replied.

Barlow nodded. “Quite so.”

Further down the cave, Dan gave him the thumbs up and took pictures, and Andrea divided her time between glancing out at the jungle and examining broken fingernails.

“What’s that smell?” Emma asked.

“Sour; smells a little like cat’s piss.” Ben wrinkled his nose. “Something died in here?”

“Great, and we’re lying in it.” Emma stuck her tongue out.

Ben looked past her to see Jenny fiddling with something that looked like a lot of large chalky rocks. She was breaking them open, sniffing them, and her brow was creased. She looked up. “We should probably get out of here… now.”

He was about to ask what she was doing when Emma nudged him. “Let’s go; I want to see… everything.”

“Wait…” He grabbed her.

“Why? That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

Ben shook his head. “You know, I never really thought about a plan for when we were here. I guess my goal was to see if it existed, and now that we know it does, I’m not sure what to damn well do.”

“Well, I do,” Barlow answered over their heads. “Now, we go forth on an adventure like no other.” He rested on large beefy forearms. “I want to see the specimens, the animals, plants. Think of the opportunities, the wonders, and think of the advances in medicine, paleontology, and biology. People will pay a fortune to come here.”

Emma’s jaws clenched. “All about the money, huh?”

“Isn’t everything?” Barlow turned back to the vista. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s like we have just been transported back in time for about 100 million years. I suggest we use our time well.”

“We need to think about this,” Jenny said quickly. “We also need to think about interacting with plants, animals, bacteria, and parasites that do not exist in the modern world, and haven’t for millions of years. Dangerous doesn’t begin to describe it.” She grimaced. “But…” She looked over her shoulder briefly. “… we can do that outside, okay?”

“Agreed. And please remember, we’re not the first here,” Barlow responded.

“That’s true,” Dan said. “And not just Ben’s ancestor; the Pemon or some other race, were obviously coming up here as well.”

Steve snorted. “Oh yeah, the natives; wonder what happened to them and those baskets of body parts. And no offence, Ben, but your namesake ancestor didn’t exactly die of old age either.”

“Jesus, Steve.” Emma scowled

Janus Bellakov sneered. “I think you’ll find we’re a little better prepared than primitive natives or a long-dead Cartwright.”

“Asshole,” Emma whispered.

Steve crawled forward, and looked out and upwards. “The clouds are rising.”

“Thermal effect,” Dan said. “The sun will heat up the surface, drawing the clouds away from the land. Doubt it will allow the sun through, but it’ll at least improve visibility.”

Steve hiked his shoulders. “Now or never.”

“Now.” Barlow turned. “Mr. Bourke, crawl back and retrieve our packs. There’s a good chap.”

Bourke’s lip curled down and he grumbled as he turned on his belly and crawled to the rear of the cave.

Ben chuckled, but then pointed. “Okay, there’s a tumble of boulders about a hundred feet forward and just to the left. I’ll take a quick look and if it’s safe, then we head there and stretch our legs before… deciding to do anything else. We can spend a few hours looking around and then come back here, long before either sundown or the clouds drop again.”

“That is agreeable,” Barlow said with a smirk.

Ben sucked in a deep breath, felt Emma give his bicep a quick squeeze for luck, and then he slid out of the flattened cave. He had his M4A1 assault rifle over his back and kept it there. But he unclipped his sidearm holster.

He stood tall and inhaled — it smelled earthy, alive, and damned primordial. There was bare ground for about a hundred feet around the front of the cave, and then there was the great wall of jungle. He looked along it, trying to detect the slightest hint of movement, unusual color, or even odd shape. But there was nothing.

He walked forward a dozen feet and stopped to examine some tracks in the gravel — they were bird-like, three-toed, but large like they were made by something the size of a large ostrich. He lifted his gaze again to the jungle where there were towering stump-like trees, tangled vines, and broad ferns, palms, and cycad plants. He scoffed silently — he knew it could have held a hundred creatures that had developed extraordinary camouflage abilities, and he might not even see one of them.

He turned back to the cave and saw the heads of his group as they watched from a letterbox-type crack in the wall of rock. He had expected that they would be at the cliff edge, but he remembered that the chimney was at a slight angle, so over the thousand plus feet of climbing, they had been moved a little inland on the plateau’s surface.

“Looks okay,” he said softly, but knowing his voice would carry. “Grab your stuff and come on out.”

Jenny and Nino were the last to clamber back to the rear of the cave to retrieve their packs. She saw one of Barlow’s men, Bourke she thought he was called, pulling his and his master’s bags towards himself and then removing weapons and sliding them into his pockets. He looked up to see her watching and blew her a kiss.

Ugh, she thought.

This far back in the cave, she could smell again the sharp tang of ammonia. It gave her an uneasy feeling after finding the large white chalk-like bundles that reminded her of the times she had to clean out the snake tanks in the zoo’s reptile house. It damn well looked like snake droppings. The problem was the size made that impossible.

She had broken one open and seen the remains of crushed bones and teeth — exactly the contents she would expect to find in a large jungle constrictor-type snake. But she’d only ever seen that size as coprolite — fossilized dung.

She placed a hand down on the gravel and then looked down — it wasn’t gravel at all, but thousands of teeth, mostly human. And they were ages old, possibly thousands of years. She knew that tooth enamel was mostly hydroxyapatite, a mineral form of calcium phosphate that was one of the hardest biological materials and, in fact, harder than steel.

Jenny narrowed her eyes, looking around in the darkness; was this what happened to the race who had once been coming up here? She inhaled, smelling the ammonia again — was it getting stronger? she wondered. She pulled her pack a little closer as she suddenly had the eerie sensation of the hairs on her neck rising.

She tried to see into the darker depths of the cave, but there were too many areas of inky blackness, and looking left and right again, what she could see of it travelled a long way. There was one thing she learned about caves in the jungle; they were never unoccupied. She felt decidedly uncomfortable.

“Nino, we better go,” she said softly.

“Si, si.” Nino started to drag his bag to the entrance, and Jenny reluctantly turned to Bourke.

“Hey, hurry it up. I don’t think it’s safe.”

Bourke snorted, continuing with his tasks. He looked up, grinning in the dark. “Don’t worry, darling, this party hasn’t even started yet.”

“Fine, take your time.” She started to crawl back towards the light and away from the chute. She quickly caught up with Nino, and the small man looked at her and his nose wrinkled.

“He is asshole.”

She chuckled. “You got that right.”

Behind her, she heard Bourke grunt. Then grunt again. She turned.

It felt like her eyes actually bulged from her head — almost half of the man’s body was inside the mouth of a snake so big that it had to flatten itself down to fit inside the cave.

Inward-curving, dagger-like teeth had dug deep into his body. But the tough mercenary pumped with his free hand against a head that had scales bigger than dinner plates and doubtless wasn’t troubled by the defensive display of the small warm and soft animal.

“Jesus Christ,” she shrieked and jerked up, smashing her head on the roof of the cave. Nino screamed something about a demon and started to scramble away.

The snake began to tug Bourke deeper into the cave, and she heard the muffled screams of the man still coming from inside its mouth. But then to her horror, she saw that curled in his hand was one of his grenades. Then in a practiced motion, he flicked the pin out.

“Bomb!” she yelled, crawling faster than she’d ever crawled in her life.

“What?” Ben heard Jenny’s yell and turned back to the cave. He saw her head appear just as the percussive blast shot across them, blowing him and the group flat.

Ben rolled on top of Emma who lay beside him as the rubble and dust rained down around them. Rocks, some as big as bowling balls, thumped onto the ground, but thankfully, it was mostly pellet-sized.

He sat up quickly. “That fucking asshole.” People were sprawled and struggling to get to their feet. He turned to Barlow who sat up groggily. “Your asshole just blew himself up.” He turned, remembering who was still in the cave.

“Jenny!”

Ben sprinted back to the cave mouth that was now just obliterated rubble. He found her forty feet away, moaning with her clothes still smoking. Her hair was singed and clots of blood patterned her shirt and matted the hair on the back of her head.

“Jenny… Jenny.” Ben carefully wiped a shred of flesh from her face. Thankfully, there was no gaping wound beneath it — it had belonged to someone else. Her eyelids fluttered, and he cradled her into a sitting position. She moaned. “Stay still; we’ve got you.” He eased hair back off her face and wiped away more blood.

Her eyes opened as slits. “Can’t… hear.”

Ben nodded. Staring down into her face, he knew she definitely would have damaged her eardrums; he just hoped it wasn’t permanent.

Forty feet away, Nino rolled on the ground, his clothing tattered. He sat up and wailed, holding his head. Ben pointed to him.

“Someone see to him,” he yelled. Dan was first there.

Jenny groaned, reached up to grab his shirt, and dragged herself to a sitting position. Emma rushed over, then Steve, and they gave her water to sip while Ben checked the back of her head and neck, looking for damage. Luckily, it looked like her hair had cushioned much of the blast, and maybe she was far enough away that the percussive force spat them out before it chewed her up.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” She pushed the water away. “Nino, did he…?”

“He’s alive.” Ben sat in front of her. “What happened? Did Bourke use a grenade?”

She winced. “Snake, giant snake.”

“Say what?” Steve leaned closer.

“Maybe Titanoboa.” She started to gulp air. “So big; attacked him.”

“Easy; you’re fine now.” Ben’s lips compressed. This happens, he thought, and they’d only been here a few minutes.

“Jesus, Ben. A snake big enough to eat a man?” Steve’s brows knitted.

Jenny sat forward by herself and rubbed her face. “We should have expected it — the smell, and the dung I found.” She winced again. “In fact, it was only just a few years back in a coal mine in Colombia that they found fossils of an enormous snake estimated to be around 70 feet, and as thick around as a draft horse.”

Jenny held out a hand and Steve pulled her up and also threw an arm around her waist, while she looped one over his shoulder. She carefully rubbed one of her ears. “Titanoboa cerrejonensis, lived right around here about 50–70 million years ago during the Paleocene epoch; probably ate dinosaurs. In fact, it outlived the dinosaurs, and no one knows why they went extinct.”

“Obviously they didn’t.” Ben turned back to the cave. “Looks like we’re not going home that way.” He walked a little closer to the collapsed cave mouth. On the ground, there were a few huge chunks of meat that had scales like Chevy hubcaps.

We should have expected it, Jenny had said. Sure, but we just couldn’t ever imagine it, he thought.

Ben sucked in a deep breath and turned, seeing the damage to his friends, their supplies, and their way home. Andrea wailed and Dan rushed to her as she got up hopping on one foot. There was a rip in her pants and underneath, a matching gash in her leg.

“I’m cut… and bleeding,” she wailed.

“Oh shit,” Ben seethed.

“I’ve got it.” Steve rushed to her and eased her down to sit, kneeling before her. He ripped her pants a little to get at the wound and dab it with a cloth. He smiled up at her. “Just a small wound, but a lot of blood — actually looks worse than what it is.”

“It hurts,” she said, frowning.

“I’ll bet it does. I’ll patch it and stem the bleeding, okay?” He continued to dab at it.

She nodded but her lips were turned down. “It’s going to look terrible.”

Steve grinned. “But think of the publicity?’

Her frown lightened a few degrees, as she obviously thought it through.

Ben went and sat with Nino, putting a hand on the man’s shoulder. He nodded, but his eyes watered from the dust and probably the pain.

Dan put a hand on the Venezuelan’s shoulder. “Best I can do.” He had bandaged his head, but already the cloth was damply red.

“Good job.” Ben helped him up and then turned back to the group. “Okay, gather up everything we can use; anything else, leave behind. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Barlow recovered his hat and swiped debris from it with one chubby hand before jamming it back on his head. “I really think we should rest a little longer and gather our senses. Maybe make another plan, hmm? Don’t you think?”

“No, I don’t.” Ben turned. “Did you not hear what just happened to Bourke? Up here, we’re not top of the food chain — and your idiot just rang the biggest dinner bell he could find.”

Everyone turned to the wall of green. It was strangely silent, and had been since the blast. It was if a thousand eyes were watching them. Almost as one, people started to recover bags, weapons, stray food, and anything else they could find. In another few minutes, they were ready.

Ben turned back to the collapsed cave and then faced Barlow. “You want to say any words for Bourke?”

Barlow nodded and faced the cave. “Goodbye, fool.”

Ben snorted. “Touching; let’s go.”

Emma was first to be at his side. “Creepy.”

He nodded. “Jungles always are. But this isn’t just another jungle, so we better stay on edge. Priority now is staying alive until we can find another way down.” He sighed. “In 1908, Benjamin mentioned in his notes they found an inland lake that had caves at its edge. The lake has got to be what was fueling that waterfall we saw back on the ground.”

She nodded. “Caves mean passages, and passages might mean more chutes.”

“And a way down,” he added.

“We’ll need to find a suitable campsite,” Barlow said. “With protection from the elements and the beasts: failing that, we can always stay close by here, maybe try and dig open the entrance again.”

Ben grimaced. “We’d need earthmoving equipment to shift that. And then we won’t know if the shaft has been compromised until we’ve spent several days digging — that’d be a damn poor investment in energy and time.”

“Then assuming we’re going to be here a little longer than expected, shelter is the priority. And a cave would be ideal as sleeping out in the open might be a little risky.” Barlow’s brows went up.

“Hey, I’ll tell you what might be a little risky; sleeping in a cave,” Steve bristled and jabbed a finger at the man. “Just ask your buddy Bourke.”

Janus Bellakov came and stood between Steve and Barlow. The bigger man glared at Steve.

“It was my fault,” Jenny said. “I suspected that cave was inhabited; I should have said something.”

“Very good; I’ll send your after-the-fact admission of guilt to my dear friend Mr. Bourke’s family.” Barlow touched the brim of his hat. “They’ll be comforted, I’m sure.”

Bellakov smirked.

“It’s no one’s fault, Jenny,” Dan shot back. “Don’t talk like that. Besides, you tried to warn us.”

“Much as I hate to admit it,” Ben said, “a cave is the best and most defendable form of shelter. If we need to clear one out, we will.”

“Ben and I were just talking; these Tepuis are riddled with caves,” Emma said. “They’re eroded by water. So, our best bet is to find the water.”

“My ancestor referred to caves by the lake.” Ben pointed. “We’ve got no GPS or even compass. But I estimate the waterfall was tipping over the edge about a half-mile back that way. If we head towards it, we should find the stream and then track that back to the lake. The watercourse should also make it easier to get through that tangle.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Steve said.

Ben pointed at one of Barlow’s men. “Koenig, was it?”

The big, bearded man nodded.

“Good, your hunting skills will come in handy, so I’ll want you at the back for rear security. Okay?”

Koenig turned to his boss who gave him a small nod. Barlow then turned back to Ben. “He agrees… and I’ll just fit myself in somewhere towards the middle.”

“Of course you will.” Ben turned away. “Jenny, I’d like you close by me if you feel up to it. Your expertise will come in handy.”

“Yeah sure; ringing ears, but I’m fine,” she replied and felt the back of her head. Spots of blood smeared her fingertips. She grimaced either from pain or from recognizing that the blood and gore was not her own.

“Everyone stay vigilant.” Ben nodded to the wall of tangled green. “Let’s find that stream.”

The team formed into a basic line of two by two, so it wasn’t too strung out. Leading them out was Ben, Jenny, and Emma, followed by Barlow with the fearsome-looking Janus Bellakov at his shoulder. Then came Andrea, Nino, Steve, Dan, and bringing up the rear was the now morose-looking Walt Koenig.

Just as Dan suggested, the cloud began to rise, but there was still the ever-present cover overhead. It trapped the moisture, and though it seemed to be only around 90 degrees, it was easily that in humidity so their perspiration never dried, and they were all quickly drenched in sweat.

Surrounding them, the jungle had slowly come alive with sound. But oddly, not the bright sounds of parrots squawking or chattering monkeys. Instead, it was filled with hidden creatures that hissed, hooted, and roared, and even with Jenny’s zoological expertise, they refused to be identified.

From time to time, just above them and out of sight in the cloud cover, large leathery-sounding wings beat overhead. From the heavy sounds, the things must have been of considerable size.

Jenny sped up to walk beside him, and her expression was still troubled.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“We’re making too much noise.”

Ben looked down at her, seeing the real fear in her eyes. She alone had already been subjected to the horrors of this place, and he knew her fears weren’t misplaced.

“Agreed.” He stopped and turned, allowing everyone to bunch up before him. “Listen up; we’re basically in a place that potentially has predators like we’ve never encountered. In fact, like no human has ever encountered since 1908… and they didn’t survive. We need to be silent as ghosts if we’re going to stay alive.”

“These predators will hunt by sight, sound, and scent,” Jenny added. “From the fossil record, we know that many dinosaurs had poor eyesight.”

“Good,” said Dan.

“Not really,” Jenny responded. “They still had the telescopic binocular vision of a hunter. But that weakest of senses is bolstered by hearing that will be far superior to ours. And I can only guess what their sense of smell is like, but assume its hundreds of times better than ours.” She felt the back of her head and looked at her fingers. “We stink of fear, sweat, and most of all blood, and that scent will be carried on the breeze and attract predators.” She held up her bloody fingers. “We need to find shelter, soon.” She briefly crouched, grabbing a hand full of dirt, and came up to smear it over the blood in her hair. “And we need to mask our scent as much as we can.”

Ben let his eyes shift to Andrea who had the bloodstained bandage on her leg. It looked like the bleeding had finally stopped. He pointed. “We should change that, quickly.”

“I’ll do it,” Steve said and dropped his pack to pull out the small med kit they all had.

“Bury the old bandage,” Jenny said. “Deep, or something will track it back to its source. And that…”

Andrea looked up sharply and Jenny’s lips clamped shut, biting off her thought. “Just bury it deep.” She turned away to tend to her own head wound again.

Ben could also see that Nino had a streak of blood from each ear — the blast must have perforated them, and he bet the guy’s hearing was well below normal. He occasionally moaned his discomfort.

After another few minutes, they were ready. Ben had his rifle cradled in his arms now, Steve also held the shotgun, and also Koenig and Bellakov had their weapons ready. Dan and Emma drew their handgun, but Ben held up a hand.

“For now, no handguns. Everyone else, no stray firing unless there is a clear and immediate danger. Okay?”

Dan immediately reholstered his gun, and Emma also reluctantly did the same but didn’t clip it down.

They continued on in silence. Ben had even convinced the walking wounded into stifling their smallest moans of pain and distress — he’d told them as politely as he could that it didn’t help and might attract something a lot worse than the snake. He didn’t know what, but he didn’t want to find out.

As the heat increased with the late morning, so came the insects. Huge things that flew at them, or hung down from the tips of ferns to try and cling to them as they brushed past. All were voraciously hungry and found the humans full of fluid, and soft — perfect for them.

He regretted now having everyone leave behind their netting, but there was no use lamenting what ifs. He had allowed only a small covering of repellent for each of them, as he was keen for them to preserve it; he knew night would be the worst time for bugs. Also, the way they were sweating, anything they added would be washed off in a matter of minutes. The final concern was that the spray was an alien odor, and up here might be very attractive to scent hunters.

As if to damn his decision, something alighted on his neck and stuck there — he slapped at it. He was horrified to find it the size of his thumb, and a combination of shell-like carapace, spikes, and bulbous abdomen that both stuck in his hand but also squashed in a burst of green goo before it could bite him.

“Yech.” He flicked the remains from his glove, and Jenny glared at him for making so much noise.

She reached out to put a hand on his arm. “We might have a problem.” She kept her voice low.

He half grinned. “No shit — only one?”

She bobbed her head. “We need more repellant, or something like it.”

“We’ll need it more tonight. I’ve been in jungles after dark — the real bloodsuckers come out then.” He remembered what it was like. “Even with repellent, I’m still not looking forward to it.”

She nodded. “Me neither. But it’s not just the blood drinkers that worry me. There are also parasites, ones that actually preyed off the dinosaurs; even the T-rex was vulnerable to infestation. To these things, we’re just walking bags of blood.”

He nodded. “What do you suggest?”

“If, when, we find the water, we cover ourselves with mud.” She exhaled through her nose, looking miserable.

Ben snorted and looked down at her. “Can I tell Andrea, or do you want to?” He laughed softly, but knew Jenny was right; on jungle missions, he’d done it himself.

CHAPTER 22

Nino’s head still throbbed with a dull pain, and his ears rang. His hair was singed and he knew there were wounds all along his neck, scalp, and down one side of his face. He also knew he was near deaf and had to watch the lips of the group to see if they were talking; being in near silence scared him. Added to that, his bandages itched, and the insects tormented him every step of the way.

He shook his head and then swiped at something big that landed on his scalp, nipped, and felt like it was trying to dig in before he brushed it away. He cursed under his breath, wishing he had never responded to the opportunity to work as a guide for the westerners. They had promised him a bonus; he’d damn well make sure the bonus was so big that he’d never have to work again.

He continued to grumble — if not, then he’d either sell the location to this secret place, or report them for buying illegal weapons — something the government would take great interest in when foreign nationals were involved.

In another hour, Nino became aware of the strange noise, but maddeningly, it seemed like it was coming from inside his head. It reminded him of someone eating an apple — crunch, crunch, crunch — it never seemed to end. Just like his torment.

The fly larvae had hatched almost immediately where it was laid just beneath the skin. The prehistoric ancestor of the botfly wasn’t used to finding flesh so soft and accommodating, and the grub immediately set to borrowing deeper for both protection and nutrition.

For larger animals with hides covered in scales, armor plates, or leathery skin, it usually meant burrowing down several inches to find the nutritious muscle mass. But in Nino’s head, the first thing it encountered was the bone of his skull, and its powerful, chitinous mandibles immediately set to work, grinding it away.

In an hour, it was through and then it continued on into the protein-rich cranial matter.

CHAPTER 23

Ben held up a hand and the group stopped. He waved them down. Walt Koenig eased up beside him and crouched.

“I hear it too,” the hunter whispered.

Ben nodded. “Just up ahead. Let’s take a look.” He turned to his friends and put a finger to his lips, and then mouthed: wait. He crept forward with Koenig right behind, and he slowly parted a curtain of hanging vines.

Koenig exhaled in a soft laugh. “Well, holy hell.”

There were half a dozen small animals roughly the size of hogs, and just as barrel-shaped. But that’s as close as the similarity got as their necks added three feet to their bodies that were striped in orange, brown, and red. The creature’s eyes were large and liquid looking, like those of a cow, and their short faces ended in a horned beak. The most amazing thing was along their necks and tails there seemed to be a line of quills that might have been tiny feathers.

Ben turned and pointed to Jenny, waving her forward. The woman scurried fast and laid her hands on Ben’s shoulders to use them as a perch. Ben heard her sharp intake of breath.

“Oh my God… they’re…” she pointed, “…they’re dinosaurs. Real dinosaurs.”

From behind his other shoulder, he heard the whine and click of Dan’s camera as he edged forward, aiming and shooting over and over.

“I told you; we’ll be famous,” he said. “I knew it was real.”

“What are they?” Emma whispered as she wedged herself between him and Walt Koenig. The hunter cursed and then made room for her.

Ben shook his head and looked up at the zoologist.

Jenny shrugged. “The shape, size, hard beak; could be a Psittacosaurus, a parrot-beaked plant eater. But who really knows? These guys were quite prevalent 80 million years ago, but even artist’s impressions of reconstructions can’t even come close to how they really looked. I mean, on the tail and neck — they look like primitive feathers!”

“So, they really did turn into birds then?” Emma grinned. “This is so cool.”

“I could die happy right now.” Dan lowered his camera. “I have no more bucket list.”

Ben looked at Koenig. “Well, good to know these guys are here — if it comes down to it, we’ll be eating one of them.”

“Are you serious?” Andrea looked horrified. “They could be poisonous.”

Koenig scoffed. “You get hungry enough, miss, and you’ll eat it raw, believe me.”

“Pfft.” Her lips curled.

Behind them, some branches broke and the animals bleated once and vanished. Ben spun to see Nino blundering towards them.

“What the hell?” Ben frowned and watched him for a few more moments; the man was mumbling to himself again. He also seemed to stumble as if intoxicated and blood was once again leaking from under the bandage around his head.

Ben took a quick look one way then the other and then went after the man. He grabbed Nino’s arm and led him back to the group. He bent forward to look into the man’s face.

“Hey, how you doin’ there, buddy?”

Nino looked up at him, but only one eye focused. The other seemed to slide to the side, and half his face sagged as if he’d had a stroke.

“Just gonna check this out. Hold steady.”

Ben peeled back the bandage, seeing the blisters, congealed abrasions, and other damage from the blast. Those wounds had coagulated and were on their way to healing, but there was a small, round hole just below his temple that wept clear fluid. He wiped at it with the bandage, but the fluid pulsed out again. Ben started to feel a knot in his stomach.

“Stay still.” Ben kept his eyes on Nino’s face, but half turned. “Jenny, over here.”

The woman quickly crossed to him and the others began to crowd closer.

“What do you make of this?” Ben asked.

Jenny squinted and then shook her head. “Don’t know; shrapnel wound maybe? Rounded; looks like a bullet wound.”

Dan eased in closer. “I bandaged him, but I don’t remember that. Might have missed it.”

Ben squinted and gently turned the man’s head. “That discharge looks a little like cranial fluid.”

“Jesus,” Dan said with a grimace.

“How do you feel?” Ben looked into Nino’s eyes again.

The man looked vacant for a few seconds as though listening to something, before his lips began to move. “The devil… he is inside me now.” He looked up at Ben, his face slowly creasing in anguish. “Inside me!”

He pushed Ben’s hands away and sprinted off into the jungle.

“Shit.” Ben went after him, followed by most of the group.

The small man was able to burrow and dodge around the mad tangle of the jungle, and quickly outpaced his larger pursuers. In just a few minutes, he was already fifty feet ahead of them.

Ben barged after him, following the sound of his mad dash, but in another moment, it fell silent. Ben then found the man; he was standing in the centre of a small clearing, looking bewildered.

Ben would have called out, but he remembered Jenny telling him to be silent. He pushed fern fronds aside, about to enter when he was tackled from behind, and a hand went over his mouth.

He spun, ready to fight, but was immediately released. Walt Koenig had his fingers to his lips. “We’re being stalked.”

The others caught up, and Koenig waved them down. Ben looked from the hunter back to Nino. “Where?”

Koenig pointed. “There and there — just past the first line of brush.”

Ben followed where the man indicated but saw nothing. But then he noticed something odd; the sounds of the jungle had vanished, and it was like they had all fallen into a vacuum.

Mist curled in amongst the hairy or scaled trunks of trees and threaded its way through tangles of vines and huge flesh palms. But he couldn’t see what the hunter could.

Nino started to wail and hold his head.

“We need to help him,” Ben whispered as the man became even more agitated.

“Too late for that.” Koenig’s mouth turned down.

“The hell it is.” Ben started to get to his feet, but the hunter grabbed his shirt.

“Wait, watch,” Koenig said more forcefully. “Don’t get all your friends killed.”

Emma and Jenny crawled forward. “What is it? Where’s Nino?”

Ben pointed.

The jungle came alive as the attack began — the first creature sprang from the leafy tangle behind the man, coming at him so fast it was nearly a blur. The thing was around seven feet tall, brown and green tiger-striped for perfect camouflage, and had beaded red eyes like those of some sort of bird of prey.

From 10 feet out, it leapt, landing directly on Nino and pinning him down, huge claws on its toes sprung down and dug in. Nino’s scream of surprise and pain was like a signal to the rest, who came from two sides, smaller, but obviously part of the same pack.

“Theropods,” Jenny whispered. “Pack hunters.”

Ben couldn’t tear his eyes away. He’d seen soldiers, friends, burned, blasted and shot full of holes, but this made him feel physically ill.

The creatures wasted no time tearing at Nino’s flesh. Ben swallowed down some bile as he watched in horror. In only seconds, the Venezuelan’s arms held up for protection were ripped away, and his screams continued even as they pulled more and more flesh from him. He was then raked and disemboweled, and then finally the pack leader reached for the man’s face, and the sound of tooth on bone made Ben look away for a moment.

Even as he did, he could hear them eat, gulping their meat. He turned back. The three theropods continually lifted their heads, looking over their shoulders to scan the foliage. Their darting movements reminded Ben of some sort of horrifying birds from Hell pecking at their meals. But there were no beaks, just cruel mouths that were just rows of needle-sharp teeth.

“Sons of bitches,” Koenig hissed through clamped teeth.

Ben eased his rifle off his shoulder, but the hunter shook his head, whispering, “Like a lion or wolf pack, there could be more that are just waiting their turn. We need to get the fuck out of here.”

With a wet, tearing crunch, one of Nino’s legs was torn from his torso. Emma made a gagging noise in her throat, and then couldn’t help herself: “Oh, Jesus…”

Jenny threw a hand over her mouth, but the words carried. The three creatures pulled their bloody box-like heads from the mess of torn clothing, splintered bones, and rags of meat that was once Nino, and faced in the group’s direction.

Ben knew they were hidden behind a stand of fern fronds, but it wasn’t the thing’s eyesight that would pick them out. As if on cue, the largest reared back and lifted its head, sniffing deeply.

“We’ll never outrun ‘em,” Koenig whispered. “No choice now.” This time, it was the hunter who drew his rifle.

Ben silently did the same, and used a hand to force the group back. When Ben turned back, he saw that two of the creatures were now easing towards them, and were now only 50 feet away. Their heads were pointed on long necks and their tails were out arrow straight behind them. Any second, he expected the charge to come.

One of the creatures, the smallest, remained behind, one clawed foot on the last of Nino’s remains, but it also watched intently. Ben was of two minds: should they stand and fight, or run for it?

The decision was taken from him, as the first creature, the largest, hissed like a steam kettle and prepared its run.

“Brace.” Ben was up on one knee, the assault rifle to his shoulder. Koenig was just behind him, his own rifle pointed and rock steady.

“Don’t aim for the head,” Jenny whispered. “Too hard.”

The hissing of the three creatures was loud in the clearing now, and the pack leader’s clawed feet began to pound towards them. But as it did so, from behind them something else burst from the brush, obviously attracted by the noise and smell of a fresh kill.

“Oh-hhh fuck,” Steve quaked.

The thing stood about 15 feet tall on two titanic legs, small arms that had three hooked claw-like fingers on the ends of human-sized arms. Its pebbled flesh was brick-red.

Trees were shattered from its path, and it roared so loud the theropod that had been on top of Nino froze, just for a split second, but enough for the massive creature to leap and land.

Ben felt the ground shake beneath them as the thing came down on the smaller biped theropod, pinning it to the ground. The other members of the pack, outweighed, out-muscled, and out-toothed, fled in terror.

The massive beast roared again, and Ben felt the power of the sound as he too froze in fear. The huge, boxy head lowered then, and the mouth opened displaying rows of eight-inch, backward-curving teeth. The small theropod screamed and even from where Ben watched, he could feel the primal fear of the animal, as it knew it was about to be eaten alive.

In a single crunch and tear, the sound of fear was ripped away as a third of the smaller theropod was torn from the rest of the body.

“Go, go, go.” Koenig dragged Ben backwards, and he and the group began to barrel through the jungle.

They ran hard, ducking and dodging tree trunks and fern fronds, and it was only after a few minutes that he realised that the group wasn’t slowing, didn’t know where it was going, and was basically just blundering through the jungle in a blind panic.

Ben hated to do it, but he had no choice — he yelled: “Stop!”

Emma turned briefly, and then slowed and stopped. Just in front of her, Koenig did the same, and then he saw Jenny come back, red-faced and eyes round. Her head constantly turned, looking from one side of the jungle to the other.

Ben sucked in huge lungfuls of air. “Where the hell is everyone else?”

Jenny shook her head. “In front, running fast. I lost sight of them.”

Ben cupped his mouth with his hands, but Jenny put a hand up to his face.

“Don’t.” She pulled his hands down. “Please, Ben, don’t. Theropods track primarily by sound and scent. I think that big one was an Allosaurus — there could be even bigger predators about.” She sucked in a few breaths, looking like she was about to throw up. “Plus, the smaller ones are still out there somewhere. We just need to, just need to…” She gulped air again. “We just need to find shelter, and then work on finding a way down.”

“We need to find them; it’s Steve, Dan, and Andrea,” Emma said. “That’s our priority.”

“Yes, but we’re vulnerable now. Night time might actually be better for us,” Jenny pleaded.

“I can track them better during the day,” Koenig said. “Gotta find the boss, or no pay. And he’s damn gonna be up for plenty from this dumb ass mission.”

“Can’t lose touch with them,” Ben said, feeling his nerves stretch with impatience.

Jenny hung onto him again. “Look, it’s all educated guessing when dealing with these massive creatures that have been extinct for over 65 million years, but we know that these things had great senses of smell and hearing. But many predatory bipeds also have something called optokinetic reflexes. Basically, it means that they are tuned in to have reflexive responses to moving visual stimuli — the eyes automatically track contrast-based movement. But it works best in the light — like now.” Her features were screwed with anxiety. “Wait until it’s dark.”

Ben exhaled through pressed lips. “Fuck it.” He looked out into the jungle. It had already swallowed the others — Steve, Andrea, Dan, Barlow, and Bellakov, all out there somewhere. Barlow and Bellakov he couldn’t give a crap about, but his friends being lost worried the hell out of him.

Ben checked his watch — midday — they had time. “I don’t care; we find them.”

CHAPTER 24

Barlow wheezed like an old kettle and reached out to hang onto Janus Bellakov’s arm. “We need, we need, to… rest,” he panted.

Bellakov didn’t look at him, but instead kept scanning the jungle. He gripped his rifle hard with muzzle up.

“We need to go back,” Andrea cried. Her face was beet-red and tear-streaked.

“She’s right,” Steve said. “We’ve become separated and need to find Ben and the team.”

“I don’t think so,” Bellakov said without turning.

“What? Are you mad?” Dan’s brow was deeply creased. “Safety in numbers, man. Did you not see what just happened back there?”

Bellakov kept his eyes on the green walls all around them. He’d seen the smaller creatures sprint away, startled by the enormous fucking thing that had burst from the jungle. Those theropods, as the zoo girl called them, were mean suckers. They were like seven-foot-tall tigers with daggers on their feet. Going back might mean finding Ben Cartwright and his people, or it might mean walking straight into a pack of those pissed-off monsters.

Bellakov had seen how fast they moved, like a wolf pack but bigger, meaner, smarter, and a hundred times more deadly. And all he had was amateurs with a single shotgun, and the rest with handguns they probably didn’t even know how to use.

He turned, fixing them with a stare. “Ain’t happening.”

“Hey, you’re not listening.” Dan reached out to grab his shoulder, but Bellakov spun, lifting his rifle to jam the butt into the tech millionaire’s chest. Dan went down.

“It’s you that’s not listening.” Bellakov righted the gun and held the muzzle pointed downwards but in Dan’s direction. “They said they’d head towards the source of the river.” He pointed. “That way. We can go back, and risk missing them, or perhaps coming face to face with those monsters.”

Steve helped Dan to his feet, and Bellakov looked at each of their faces — fear, fatigue, and confusion — good, he thought. “Or we can head in the direction we know they’ll go, and more than likely intersect trails.”

“But they might need our help,” Andrea implored.

Bellakov chuckled. “They’ve got Cartwright and Koenig — both seasoned warriors. You’ve just got me. They’ll be fine.” He turned to Barlow. “How you doin’, boss?”

Barlow took off his hat and used one beefy arm to wipe his streaming brow before jamming it back on his head.

“Your logic is impeccable, Mr. Bellakov. Lead on.”

“Nah ah.” Bellakov pointed at Steve. “You; your turn to be out on point.”

Steve just grunted. “Fine; ready when you are.” He leaned towards Andrea. “You okay?”

She gave him a watery smile. “No.”

He half smiled in return. “Me neither.” He turned in the direction of where they believed the river was running from — inland.

“We pick it up from where we know it exists — the plateau edge,” Ben said.

“Works for me,” Koenig agreed. “Then we can track it back — but finding it is the key.”

“What then?” Jenny asked.

“In Benjamin’s notes, he said there were caves at the inland lake. Maybe one is deep enough to take us back to the ground.” He shrugged. “It’s all I got for now.”

Koenig checked his weapon. “We go silent, low, and as fast as we can. We do not want to be out here in the dark.” He looked up and grinned at Ben. “It’s your plan, big guy, so…”

Ben nodded and then led them out, followed by Emma and Jenny, with Koenig at the rear. Ben burrowed, squeezed, and eased his way through, trying to avoid having to hack his way forward using his long hunting knife. Their progress wasn’t as fast as he wanted, but it was the quietest way they could manage.

Once, they all froze as they heard the sound of a massive body crashing through the undergrowth, followed by the screams of fear then pain, and gave their thanks it wasn’t an agonized human voice.

They waited in silence as it devolved into the sounds of wet tearing before Ben waved them on again. They detoured in a wide arc around the kill zone, as the one thing they’d all learned was that the sounds and smells of death brought out more of the hunters.

Every foot they travelled stretched their nerves. In just a matter of hours, two of their party had been attacked and died gruesomely, and now they had been split up. So every shadow made someone jump, and every rustle in the underbrush caused a near panic.

Ben had fought in jungles before, but it had been against human adversaries, not something that wanted to eat you alive.

It took them another full draining hour in the humid mist-filled jungle before they came to the clearing at the edge of the plateau. Ben simply stopped and stared.

“Ho-leeeey shit,” Emma said.

Walt Koenig chortled and cradled his gun. The jungle floor was well over a thousand feet below them, and the canopy cover was an unbroken field of green for as far as they could see.

Above them, the clouds hung heavily, and strangely, they were darker and thicker over the plateau above them. They even swirled slightly like they were in the eye of a cyclone.

But it wasn’t the weather or the jungle that drew their attention, but instead the downed airplane.

“Old,” Jenny said. “Looks like a Spitfire or something.”

“I’m thinking World War II at least,” Koenig added.

“Corsair Fighter,” Ben said. “And yeah, you’re right, World War II. They called them the bent-wing widow-makers — they were tough to land on carriers.”

Ben began to walk towards it. “This poor sap probably got blown off course. They were doing a lot of work in the Pacific and I bet the carrier launched from Guadalcanal.”

“A long way from home,” Koenig said.

“Yep.” Ben took a brief look over his shoulder to the jungle, and then put his rifle over his shoulder. The cockpit window was still sealed and covered over with vines. He laid a hand on the fuselage. “These bad boys had a Pratt & Whitney engine; that gave ‘em 2,000 horsepower, and gassed up, had a range of 1,000 miles.” He stepped up on the wing and rubbed at the cockpit canopy window, cupping his hands around his eyes to peer in.

He snorted softly, gripped the glass, and dragged it gradually back with a painful squeal of corrosion. The skeleton had its head leant forward and he immediately saw that the front of the skull was caved in.

Ben leaned his forearms on the edge of the cockpit. “Crash landing, died on impact. Probably for the best.” He reached in to grab the dog tags still hanging around the bony neck.

“Lieutenant John Carter.” He gripped them and tugged them free. “Rest in peace, buddy.” He tucked the tags into his pocket.

Emma climbed up on the other wing and peered in. “Still in pretty good shape for a 70-year-old plane.”

“Yeah, all we need is a tank of gas, a workshop, and a few hundred hours of a mechanic’s time, and we’re outta here.” He smiled. ‘We probably should have been here when he came down.”

Ben leaned in again, looking at the skeleton. “If we were, maybe we could have… who knows.” He patted the skeleton’s shoulder. “Thank you for your service, airman.” He was about to pull back but paused, looking from the cockpit, the wings, and then to the plateau edge — pretty good shape for a 70-year-old plane, she’d said.

An insane thought began to form, but then was quickly scrubbed away by logic. Nah, he straightened. Not even I’m that mad, he thought, and jumped down from the wing.

He took one last look back. Yet.

CHAPTER 25

Bellakov held up a hand and the group bunched up behind him. He held a finger to his lips, and then just let his senses reach out to the jungle.

The seconds stretched, each one seeming longer than the last. The group peered from him to the jungle and back again, and their eyes were large and round, like those of frightened sheep.

They’re scared, and they need to be, he thought. The fact was, they were being tracked. On both sides of them, some things were keeping pace with them. Their footfalls were light, but he knew they were there.

Bellakov recognized the hunter’s tread, as he was also a hunter. Plenty of times people had tried to kill him, and he knew what it was like to be shadowed by something or someone who wanted to kill, and he knew it now. Barlow eased in closer to him, the fat fool quivering like pink pudding.

“What is it?” he stammered.

“Predators,” Bellakov whispered, and then pointed to Dan and Steve, then his eyes, and then back out into the jungle. He needed their eyes and ears, as well as their firepower.

Though there was no breeze to be up or downwind of, Bellakov knew that with their body odor, perfumes, and deodorants, they’d be leaving a scent trail dozens of feet wide to be picked up by every scent-tracking predator that passed across it.

And that wasn’t all — he gritted his teeth as he looked down at the girl’s leg; the bandage was red and damp — there was nothing like the coppery sweet smell of fresh blood to ring the dinner bell to call in the hungry diners.

“Stand and fight?” Steve asked.

Bellakov had considered it. He liked the kid’s guts, but the fact was they had no idea how many of them there were. Added to that, he saw what happened when you made too much noise — it starts with the little fast ones, and ends with King fucking Kong lizard crashing the party.

He lifted his gun. “Not sure if we could bring one of those big mothers down. Might just piss it off. We’re gonna have to make a run for it.”

His head snapped around — more sound, moving now to get in front of them and cut them off. Time was up. “Lock and load; everyone.”

Steve had the shotgun, but everyone else just handguns. Andrea lifted hers from her holster, the weapon looking big and awkward in her hand. And worse, it shook from nerves.

“Ready?” He looked at each of them; they were wide-eyed and on the verge of panic. Couldn’t be helped.

“Then go!” He charged out in front, rifle held up in two hands, using it as a battering ram and also ready to fire.

The sudden motion excited the creatures to attack, and they came out of the jungle, fast and low; this time, the things were no more than waist height, and a muddy, mottled brown. They ran on two legs and hissed, showing rows of teeth like a serrated knife. Little arms ended in clawed hands that were now splayed wide.

Dan fired first, missing. Steve fired off a round and blew the head completely off one of them. Good lad, Bellakov thought.

Behind them all was Barlow, gasping like a stranded fish. Bellakov turned, sighted, and took down one of the things that made a run at him. He waited, and Dan and Steve shot past him, Andrea came next and as she went to sprint past, he put a foot out, tripping her.

“Hey!” she screamed.

“Go, go, go,” he yelled after the group.

Barlow finally caught up. “I can’t… you have to…”

Bellakov grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close. “Listen, you fat fuck, you run, or you stay; I ain’t carrying you, got it?”

The man’s wet eyes went wide and he nodded rapidly.

“Then here’s a gift.” Bellakov looked down at the struggling Andrea as she began to get to her feet. He lifted one large boot and stomped down on her ankle. There was a crunch of bone, and she cried out. He bent to rip the gun from her hands.

“Ow, ow, ow.” The young woman held her leg, tears running. She looked up at him, more confused than anything else.

“Let’s go.” He dragged Barlow with him as Andrea wailed, holding up an arm to them.

The rustling in the bushes continued, but then the shriek of pain from behind them told him that the creatures had found their staked goat — just like all predator packs, they’d always go for the weakest, the stragglers, or the injured.

Bellakov stopped and turned. He hung onto Barlow and jerked the man around.

“Watch.”

It reminded him of a dog attack — the animals seemed frenzied as they jostled for position, poking heads in to get at the shrieking woman. In only a few seconds, the heads that pulled back were gulping meat, with snouts now slick-red with blood.

The screams became sobs, and then silence. Beside him, he heard Barlow gag, and he dragged him closer

“Don’t you fucking vomit; they’ll smell it.”

Bellakov turned back to the feeding frenzy. Sorry babe, he thought, but you drew the short straw. He still held Barlow by the arm and dragged him close for a second time.

“You owe me big time.”

Barlow’s head nodded like it was on springs.

They ran on but there were no sounds of pursuit, and after another 15 minutes, Bellakov felt it was safe enough to slow down. In another few minutes more, he stopped them. All were out of breath, but still alert.

Steve frowned, looking past him. “Where’s Andrea?”

Bellakov ignored him. “Everyone okay?”

“Where the fuck is Andrea?” he asked more forcefully and stepped closer.

Bellakov sighed and reached out to place a large hand on the young man’s shoulder. “I’m sorry… she’s gone.”

Steve knocked his arm away. “What? What do you mean gone? Gone where? We need to get her.” He went to step past Bellakov with Dan set to follow him.

Bellakov put out one burly arm. “She’s gone, gone. You understand what I’m saying?” He pulled the younger man in front of him, real close, and stared into his eyes. “They got her.”

“But…” Steve’s mouth opened and closed for a few seconds. “They got her? How? Where were you? Why didn’t you try and help her? Why didn’t you call us, me, I would have fucking well gone back for her.”

Bellakov had the urge to punch the kid, hard, but held it in check, as he needed them all on his side. He pulled his face into a facsimile of sorrow, and just shook his head.

“Steve, there were too many. They would have overrun us all.” He sighed. “Please, this is hard for me too, but we must go on and survive, try and find our friends.” Bellakov reached out and gripped the young man’s upper arms. “This is what matters now.”

The two men locked eyes, and he could see that Steve’s narrowed with distrust. After a moment, the fire in Steve’s eyes went out and he seemed to deflate. He looked down at the ground and nodded.

“Good lad.” Bellakov walked past the man. “This way.” He and Barlow headed off into the jungle, and Steve and Dan followed.

Bellakov heard the water before he saw it, and in another few minutes, they came to the riverbank of a shallow stream no more than six feet wide. He waved them down and crouched on his haunches, gun across his thighs, and just watched for a while.

The waterway only looked a few inches deep, with maybe a little more in some areas. It was clear and not moving too fast. Feeder roots from huge trees thicker than his waist burrowed in at the bank and the tree trunks were moss-covered, ancient, and towering above them, creating a green roof over their heads. Bordering the bank, heavy fern fronds reached over the water and though the stream cut a corridor between them, there was a sand and gravel bank on each side.

It looked peaceful, and safe, but he waited and watched. He knew from his jungle hunting days that fresh water was a lifesaver, but it was also a dangerous place to be. When animals came to drink and dipped their heads to lap at the cool water, they were vulnerable — all carnivores knew that, and that went for carnivores both on land and in the water.

“What are we looking for?” Dan whispered.

“Anything.” Bellakov watched as a few dragonflies the size of small birds hovered over the stream and then alighted on some rushes. He tried to listen, but there was the constant zumm of life from hidden insects buzzing, humming, and chirruping all around them. If there was something lurking down there, he needed to flush it out. He turned.

“You; Dan, was it?”

“Huh, yeah, me Dan. What?” Dan replied, frowning.

“Go down there and check for tracks on the bank.” Bellakov kept his eyes on the water.

“Are you shitting me? I’m not going out there… by myself.” Dan’s mouth dropped open in derision.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be safe.” He tapped his gun. “I’ll cover you and I’m the best shot of all of us.” He shrugged. “Take your buddy if you want someone to hold your hand.”

“This is not a good idea.” Dan looked at Steve.

“We’ll all be moving along the stream in a few minutes. But I want you to check for animal tracks now while I can cover you, rather than when we’re all down there, okay?” He pushed Dan. “Hurry up, son; daylight’s burning.”

“Come on, buddy.” Steve got up from his haunches and walked carefully down the bank. Dan followed in a crouch, mumbling about being a crash test dummy.

Bellakov watched the pair only for a moment before he turned his attention to the surrounding wall of jungle. Nothing edged closer or took a run at the pair, as they tentatively went to the bank, their heads turning one way then the other. Bellakov was also relieved to see nothing launched itself from the water, but didn’t really expect it as it looked too shallow. However, there were deeper sections, and bottom line was, he had no idea what freaking things could even exist here, so they’d need to be careful.

He felt the gentle tug on his sleeve and turned to the moonfaced Barlow.

“Janus.” He smiled creepily.

Bellakov was immediately on guard — Barlow never called him by his first name.

Barlow licked his lips. “I’m probably the slowest of you all. And I’m sure the temptation may come to leave me behind, like, well, you know who.” He simpered again.

Bellakov continued to give him an impassive stare. The guy was a schemer and wasn’t to be trusted. Besides that, the mercenary had already thought about dumping his fat ass if he slowed them down.

Barlow continued. “Janus, when that temptation comes, you will resist it, because you will remember the words I now speak to you.” His fingers alighted on Bellakov’s arm and began to gently tug at the fabric. “Five million dollars, no strings attached, and all you have to do for it is finish your job — and that is to get me home. Understand?”

Bellakov stared, letting the seconds stretch. “Ten million.”

Barlow’s eyes widened, but he nodded. “Ten million it is.”

Money talks, Bellakov thought, and he let his face break open in a wide smile. He reached out a hand. “Deal.”

Barlow shook it eagerly. “Good man, yes, deal.”

Bellakov went back to watching the men in the stream.After five full minutes, the pair of men straightened and hiked their shoulders. Bellakov half turned.

“Looks okay.”

Bellakov rose and then sauntered down, still wary, and when on the bank, he held up a hand for silence. He stood there, letting his senses take in the surroundings — there was no animal smells, no sound other than the small gurgle of water over rounded stones, and there seemed to be nothing he could see camouflaged behind the green fringe.

He walked out into the center of the stream that only came to his ankles.

“Move out; and walk in the water. It’ll stop predators picking up our scent trail.”

They began to head upstream, Bellakov in the lead, Barlow panting behind, then Dan and Steve at the rear. It was already 3pm, mid-afternoon. They needed shelter, or they needed a tree perch in the next few hours.

Bellakov knew more of them would be dead before morning. And it damn well wasn’t going to be him… or his ten-million-buck meal ticket.

CHAPTER 26

Ben checked his watch — 4pm. Time was moving way too fast on them. He had the same coiled feeling in his gut like he had on some of the missions he undertook in Afghanistan, where he was always on edge, always ready, always strung piano-wire tight.

I left all that for a quieter life. Then I choose to do this — what kind of idiot am I? he wondered.

The streambed they moved along was shallow and clear. From time to time, small fish darted past his feet, but nothing hid in amongst the rounded rocks, and at the riverbanks, the rushes were too sparse for concealment.

A while back, he had spotted the impressions of boot marks. The tiny scrape of moss, the toe mark in sand, and the occasional squashed aquatic critter — the others had come this way, and they weren’t that far in front.

Emma walked beside him, her handgun dangling at her side. “I know what you’re thinking,” she whispered.

He glanced at her and let one eyebrow rise. “Oh yeah. Lay it on me.”

“You’re wondering how the hell you got here?” She gave him a lopsided grin.

He bobbed his head. “How’d you guess?”

Her smile was fragile. “Because I’m thinking the same thing. We were like all the bored, spoilt, overfed, and pampered people of the modern world. We were just looking for a little adventure. Guess we found it.”

He frowned down at her. “That’s not true. For a start, we’re not overfed.”

She brightened a little at his attempt at humor.

“You know what the real problem was?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Did any of us really think this place existed? I mean really think it existed? We underestimated, everything.”

She nodded. “I sort of expected something, but, no, not like this. I thought maybe we’d spend a few days in the Amazon, take a few pictures, rack up a few mosquito bites, and then all head home with suntans and some cool stories to tell over beers.”

“Me too.” Ben stopped. “Uh oh.”

“What?” Emma went with him. Behind them, Jenny and Koenig bunched up, but the hunter, Koenig, remained standing and keeping watch.

“Blood.” He pointed at the tip of a rock just sticking from the water with a red streak. He looked upstream. “No way to tell if it’s human or not.”

Koenig spoke without turning. “There’s no disruption on either bank; they never left the water.”

“Good.” Ben stood. He looked upwards and could just make out the cloud cover through the jungle canopy. The clouds were still low, angry, and unnatural, and seemed to be swirling almost like they were in the eye of a cyclone. He ignored it; he had enough to worry about.

“Let’s pick up the pace.”

They continued heading along the watercourse, trading a little silence now for speed, hoping to catch up with their friends.

CHAPTER 27

Comet P/2018-YG874, designate name Primordia, had passed over its perihelion, and though still bright in even the daylight sky, it had already achieved its closest point to Earth.

If Ben Cartwright could have seen through the cloud cover, he might have made out that the tiny streak in the sky was now moving into the left hemisphere, as Primordia’s once a decade visit was coming to an end.

Soon it would vanish once again as it headed away from Earth, back out on its never-ending elliptical voyage through the solar system.

CHAPTER 28

The light was fading, and the ever-present cloud cover combined with the dropping sun to give them an early twilight. The light was weird, near purple, colored by the strange low clouds. And the heat and humidity never let up for a second.

They’d found the carcass a few miles back. They heard the sound of squabbling carnivores coming from a bend in the stream, and Ben left everyone behind a stand of thick pulpy-looking fronds as he crept forward.

The dozens of creatures reminded him of large turkeys, ripping at something he couldn’t quite make out. He prayed it wasn’t a person and edged even closer. It was only when one of the creatures had ripped the head of the victim free, that he saw it was some sort of armor-plated thing no bigger than a kitchen table.

The smaller animals should not have troubled the armored beast. Ben guessed that it had probably been killed by something else, and these things were undoubtedly scavenging on the remains.

Ben eased back and waved Jenny forward. The zoologist came and crouched beside him, and together they leaned out.

“Amazing,” she breathed out.

“Yeah, but are they a threat?” Ben said over his shoulder.

The smaller biped creatures were frantic in their movements, jerking and squawking like a flock of birds, and their heads and necks were now streaked red with blood.

“Dromaeosaurus, Saurornithoides, or could be a dozen other types of smaller carnivore species,” Jenny said. “They’re scavengers, but in larger numbers, they may just decide to attack.”

Jenny craned forward just as one pulled back with a chunk of meat in its mouth and gulped it down. “Their teeth are sharp and close together, creating a serrated scissor effect — they’d do damage to us soft human beings.”

“Then we go around them.” Ben pulled her back to the group.

“Roadblock,” Ben said. “We’ll need to detour.”

The group needed to spend a considerable amount of time looping around the feeding frenzy, and then finding their way back to the stream. Detouring into the jungle meant it was slower going, and once they needed to hunker down as something large blundered past them back the way they’d come — Ben felt vindicated in his choice as he expected the smell of blood would draw larger more formidable beasts.

It was almost sundown when they finally reached the source of the stream. The group emerged from the green cave they had been travelling along and stopped to gape in awe.

“So big,” Emma said. “It’s not possible.”

With the fading light, the huge body of water was already inky black. But even though there was no wind the surface wasn’t still — ripples, bubbles, and V-shaped patterns were made by things moving beneath the surface.

Ben waved everyone down. “Why don’t we just watch for a while; see who’s home?”

Leathery-winged creatures with 12-foot wingspans glided on warm thermals to skim the lake’s surface, now and then dipping three-foot-long toothed beaks down to snatch up wriggling fish before sharply pulling up and away.

As they watched, one spent a little too much time near the surface, and a huge massive black torpedo shape launched itself from below, grabbing the screaming animal and dragging it down in a thrash of bloody foam.

“Jesus; everything about this damn place is hell,” Koenig said.

“No, this place is simply a snapshot of what our world was like about 100 million years ago,” Jenny said. “Maybe to us soft little mammals, it’s a nightmare, but to them, it’s just, life.” She looked up at the hunter. “Maybe to them, our world would be a nightmare.”

“Yeah right, lady,” Koenig scoffed.

“Over there.” Ben pointed. “That cliff face; down on the waterline?”

Emma, Jenny, and Koenig followed his direction — at the far side of the lake on the waterline was a row of dark holes in the cliff, and all looked big enough to accommodate them.

“Looks like our digs for the night,” Emma said.

“Let’s just hope someone hasn’t already made a reservation,” Jenny said.

Ben eased to his feet and then looked skyward for a moment. “I estimate we’ve got about an hour of light left, and then it’ll be darker than hell without a moon or stars. We need to be in there by then.”

Koenig peered one way then the other. “Options: skirt the lake, left or right, or we go as the crow flies.”

Jenny turned slowly towards him, her brow furrowed. “You did just see that pterosaur get taken a few minutes back, huh?”

“That big dumb bird wasn’t carrying an assault rifle.” Koenig grinned.

“We’re not crossing the water in the dark, and we’re not going to be acting as fish bait.” Ben looked along the lake edge on both sides. “I think we’ll skirt around to the left; seems to be the thickest growth — gonna make traveling a little harder, but will also give us the best cover.”

“Pretty dense cover and some of those trees are huge.” Koenig squinted. “No branches though, but plenty of predators could hide in there. Still think the other side is best, there’s some good open space, we could make a run for it rather than slogging through more jungle.”

Jenny scoffed. “Two things; those tall trees you spotted aren’t trees.”

Everyone turned back to the huge trunks and as they watched, one of the trees seemed to bend down and vanish, before reappearing.

“Is that what I think it is?” Emma asked.

“I think so; some sort of huge sauropod herbivore — spend their entire day just eating and could easily weigh a hundred tons. Looks like a herd of them.” She turned to Koenig. “They’re too big to be troubled by most predators, so if these guys are hanging around and don’t seem agitated, it usually means there’s no carnivores threatening them. And that’s good for us.”

“A hundred tons?” Koenig rubbed his neck. “This all makes no sense.”

“What doesn’t?” Ben asked.

“Look at them.” He pointed his chin. “This plateau is huge, but not that huge. I’ve been in plenty of jungles, and tracked herds of prey animals and also big predators. And I can tell you right now those big guys should not be able to survive in this cliff-top greenhouse; it’s just not damn big enough.”

The group swung back to look at the sauropod’s necks that must have been ten feet around. Ben could imagine just how big the bodies of the creatures were.

“I’ve thought the same thing.” Jenny placed her hands on her hips. “This entire place doesn’t make sense. And something else; these massive creatures were warm-blooded, so if anyone was doing thermal mapping overhead from either a LINDAR or satellite, they’d show up like Christmas lights, cloud or no cloud. They couldn’t hide.”

“Do you think people do know and are covering it up?” Emma asked.

“Unlikely,” Ben said. “Governments leak like sieves. They’d never be able to keep this secret.” He sighed. “I guess we just don’t know enough about them or this place.”

Jenny nodded, but her forehead was creased. “Yeah maybe.” She continued to look along the lake edge.

“So which route?” Koenig asked.

Jenny turned to the far bank of the lake. “Walt, there’s something else that makes me real nervous about the easier side you suggested.” She pointed. “See those flat rocks near the water’s edge? They’ve been smoothed and stained, and remind me of beaching stones at a seal colony rocks. I think something has been dragging itself up on those rocks from time to time… something big.”

“Yeah, I see it.” Koenig’s eyes narrowed. “The thick jungle it is then. So what are we waiting for?”

Ben waved him on. “Then take us out, Mr. Koenig.”

Out in the oil-black water, and towards the far side of the lake, a mound eased to the surface. It glided towards the group as they stood on the bank where the trees came all the way to the water.

It stayed motionless for many minutes, before once again gliding closer, this time a little faster.

When the group moved back in amongst trees, it stopped and stayed on the surface for several more minutes. After a time, it slowly sank below the surface without making a ripple.

CHAPTER 29

Janus Bellakov sliced a huge vine that barred his way. He paused for a few seconds, just listening to the sounds of the jungle — they were all still there, the squawks, chirrups, hums and shrill cries — good. It was when those background sounds vanished that the shit usually came down.

They’d been attacked several more times, smaller creatures moving fast, but not big enough to really trouble them. Some of them only needed a good kick to send them screaming back into the jungle.

Finding the lake a while back had meant they could be linking up with the others real soon, and looking across the dark water, he’d seen the caves — he bet his last buck that both Koenig and Cartwright would head straight for them. And if that’s where they were going, then that’s what he’d do too.

Bellakov had chosen the route to the right that looked easiest to traverse, and soon he hoped to make it to a large flat area at the water’s edge where he planned to make a dash for it. Once that was done, he expected to be in the caves well before it got real dark.

Bellakov’s priorities were to be somewhere defensible, and with a goddamn fire, pronto. He half turned. Behind him, Barlow looked a wreck — nervous, exhausted, and his fear making him totally docile. The man was pathetic.

The other two were competent enough, and together they should be able to make it. Or at least the pair would put up enough of a fight, and distraction, so he could make it. Bellakov’s one objective was to get off the plateau. First prize, he’d do it with Barlow and end up a rich man. But the bottom line was saving his own skin; anything and anyone else was expendable when it came to achieving that end.

They came to the edge of the flat rocks and Bellakov stopped.

“Phew, Jesus Christ, what’s that smell?” Dan put a hand over his face.

“Like shit,” Steve added. “Fishy shit.”

“Keep it down,” Bellakov growled.

The four men crouched, the fading light making them all indistinct shadows.

“I don’t like it,” Dan whispered.

Bellakov snorted. “And which part have you liked so far? The giant snake, your guide being eaten alive, or maybe…”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dan shook his head. “You know what I mean.”

Bellakov shrugged. “Maybe it’s a dumping ground for these monsters. Good thing is, it’ll mask our odor, right?”

Steve got to his feet. “Quicker we’re at the cave the better.”

“Good man.” Bellakov grinned. “You take point. Head out about 20 feet and scout the terrain.”

Steve’s head snapped around. “Seriously? I had point at the stream.”

“Yeah, seriously, you’re good at it; now hurry the fuck up,” Bellakov shot back.

Steve pointed at Barlow. “When’s that asshole gonna do some work?”

“When I say. Now hurry up.” Bellakov waved him on.

Steve grumbled, but gripped his shotgun and headed out.

The creature gently lifted its head from the water for a moment, and then let it slide back down a few inches so it was below the surface. The freshwater mosasaur was forty feet long but squat and powerful. It had four paddle-like flippers that were the last vestiges of limbs, plus a scythe-like tail akin to that of a dolphin. It was a powerful water hunter, and an apex ambush predator.

It had spotted the creatures making their way along the shoreline a while back and had been tracking them ever since. It kept pace with them, but they had always been too far from shore for it to mount a successful attack. It could lever itself out of the water when it needed to on its paddle-like limbs, but only for short periods of time. Its real hunting ground was the water — unless something on land came close enough for it to catch.

It glided closer when it saw one of them walk out onto the rocks it sometimes used to dry its skin to remove some of the parasites that grew on its hide. It drifted closer, and closer, just a few feet from the shoreline now, and began to bunch powerful muscles.

Its huge tail was ready to propel itself from the water. It continued to watch, waiting. Like most carnivorous dinosaurs, rapid movement both excited and triggered it.

Bellakov watched Steve walk carefully out onto the flat shelf of stone. While he did, the mercenary scanned the jungle at the water’s edge, trying to pick out any movement or things lurking there.

He snorted; how the hell did he expect to see anything anyway, as the shadows were now absolute, and the jungle was turning to just outlines. A few bubbles popped to the surface on the lake, and Bellakov turned to them and continued to stare for a moment.

He eased around to Dan. “Hey, cover your buddy.”

Bellakov looked over the water to the caves; they weren’t that far now, a quarter mile, max. It’d be full dark by the time they got there, and he damn well hoped nobody was home, other than Koenig, Cartwright, and the others.

Barlow mopped his face with a damp handkerchief, and then tied it around his neck. Bellakov looked over his shoulder to the jungle again. He’d been in all manner of green hellholes, but this place, this even made the Congo look like a fun park — every goddamn nook and cranny had something waiting to pounce, bite, sting, peck, or generally rip ‘em to shreds.

More bubbles came to the surface, pulling Bellakov’s attention to the water again as this time they were a little closer. The mercenary eased to his feet, staring hard.

Fifty feet away, Steve stopped and turned and then waved them on.

“What are we waiting for?” Dan asked.

“Nothin’,” Bellakov shot back at him. “Just give it a few more seconds, will ya?”

Barlow leaned closer to him. “What is it? Why are we waiting?”

Bellakov held up a hand, but also moved to stop Barlow rubbing up against him; the man reeked of a sour perspiration, undoubtedly fear oozing from every pore. Barlow was now a walking scent trail and would be attracting things from all over the freaking plateau. He had a mind to push him in the water.

If they made it to the cave, he’d make sure the guy washed himself off; otherwise, next morning when they tried to bug out, they’d be dragging every predator for miles with them.

“I’m thinking we’re looking good.” After another few seconds without any sign of attack, he decided to move them out. “We go fast. Me first, then Mr. Barlow, then you’re up last, Dan.” He turned to give Barlow a hard stare. “Keep up, or you’re on your own.”

Barlow huffed, but just clamped his lips tight and nodded once.

“Let’s go.” Bellakov gripped his gun and started out. As soon as they broke from the jungle, he felt exposed, and his neck prickled. At his heel was Barlow, and a few paces back, Dan, who stopped and turned to stare back the way they’d just come from. Across the other side of the ramp of flat stones, Steve waited just inside a stand of fern fronds.

Bellakov tried to see everywhere at once — the water, the jungle ahead, the walls of green beside them, and he also looked over his shoulder. Every one of his senses screamed a warning, but there was nothing for it now but to continue on. Behind him, Edward Barlow wheezed so loudly it sounded like he had swallowed some sort of tiny musical instrument.

“Shut it,” he hissed back at the man.

The wheezing immediately stopped but was replaced by a squeak from one of his nostrils.

Dan started to jog to catch up to the group. Ahead, Steve grinned and stood cradling his gun as he waited for them. Bellakov felt relieved to be coming to the end of the flat slabs of stone, and he allowed his pressed lips to hitch into a small smile.

Then came the eruption of water.

Bellakov threw an arm up as beside him something that looked like a surfacing submarine launched itself from the lake. He and Barlow fell back as a V-shaped head split open to reveal a 3-foot mouth filled with needle-like, backward-curving teeth.

The head turned sideways, and Dan never stood a chance. The jaws clamped shut, catching his torso and one arm. The poor sap never even had time to cry out as the huge creature wallowed on the stones for just a second or two, before flipping sideways and then back into the dark water.

Then it, and Dan, was just gone, leaving only waves to lap up on the stones.

“Dan?” Steve’s eyes were wide, and he braced his legs and lifted his shotgun.

The lake calmed. Silence returned.

“Go.” Bellakov grabbed Barlow by the collar and hustled him towards the cover of the jungle. In another few seconds, they were inside the green barrier beside Steve, and Bellakov turned back.

Steve still stood, gun up, and pointed at the water. His eyes were wet and his mouth hung open. But even though the lake was smooth, a few bubbles popped at the surface, and the darkness made it impossible to make out if the liquid on the stones was stained with blood.

“He’s gone.” Bellakov turned away. “Move it.”

“But…” Steve held his position, gun still pointed at the water.

“But what?” Bellakov scowled. “He’s gone. That’s it.”

“Every…” Steve turned about. “…every goddamn thing, every goddamn place…” He shook his head.

“Move.” Bellakov shoved him backwards, and then reached out to grab a trance-like Barlow. “No noise.” The smell of death was about now, and he knew what that would bring.

“Nearly there, nearly safe.” The mercenary didn’t believe it for a second.

CHAPTER 30

Ben and Koenig crouched at the cave entrance, with Jenny and Emma keeping watch on the jungle behind them.

Koenig kept his rifle at the ready as Ben flicked on his flashlight and scanned the floor of the cave. Even though it was close to the water, it looked dry inside.

“Death,” Koenig said softly.

“Yep,” Ben agreed. “Something’s dead in there for sure. It either went in there to die, or it was dragged in as something’s recent meal.”

Koenig craned his neck. “A million places to hide.” He looked back over his shoulder. “I’ll tell you right now, if there was something in there, it’d attack us. Most creatures that use caves as their lair don’t take too kindly to strangers comin’ a visitin’… and they defend them to the death.”

“Okay, we’re going in anyway.” Ben half turned to the women. “Ready?”

Emma and Jenny nodded, guns also ready but pointed down for now. Ben eased to his feet. “Count of 3, 2, 1, go.”

He went in and to the side. Koenig went to the other side, his own flashlight beam coming on and scanning fast. Both men had their rifles up. Emma and Jenny went in behind Ben, and after a few more seconds, the four stood inside breathing heavily.

“Phew,” Emma said. “That’s rank.”

“Rotting meat… over there.” Jenny pointed the beam of her own flashlight.

“I see it now.” Ben walked closer. Partially hidden by a small rocky outcrop was the skull of a medium-sized creature. The hide was more a shell of bony plates that sat over a ragged-looking skeleton, and the bones still looked fairly fresh, but the carcass was empty.

“They don’t leave much do they?” Koenig crouched down. “Ate everything edible. Right down to the bones.” He frowned. “Weird that they didn’t break the larger bones to get at the marrow.”

“Maybe a larger carnivore dragged it in here, and smaller animals then finished it off.” Jenny brows also knitted as she came closer. “And you’re right, the bones look… scoured, like they were rubbed over with a wire brush rather than gnawed.” She reached in to run her fingertips over a rib.

“Ouch.” She pulled her hand out.

“You okay?” Emma asked.

Jenny turned her hand over. There was a cut or abrasion on the meat of the thumb. “Yeah, must have caught it on a bone shard. Better throw some iodine on this.” She looked up. “And if anyone else has some cuts or scratches, be a good time to douse them. Not sure what sort of ancient germs are up here.”

Jenny sniffed her fingers and her eyebrows rose. “Odd; smells like… almonds or something.”

“I can smell it too,” Emma said. “Is it from the decomposition?”

Jenny continued to stare at her hand, and then sniffed it again. “Might be. Like who really knows what a rotting dinosaur is supposed to smell like.”

“Let’s get organized,” Ben said. “Koenig, scout this place out while I get some branches together so we can get a fire going. Don’t want anything else deciding to drag another carcass in here, or coming back to finish this one.”

“I heard that.” Koenig affixed his flashlight to the end of his rifle and headed off into the darkness of the cave’s interior.

“Emma, Jenny, push some stones together for a fire pit.” Ben turned to the cave mouth. “Be back in a few minutes.”

“Ben…”

He turned at the sound of Emma’s voice. She looked up round-eyed at him.

“…just be careful.” She shared a nervous smile.

“Count on it.” He saluted her and slipped outside.

Ben waited for a few moments. Even though it was a near impenetrable blackness outside now, the jungle was still alive with all manner of insects singing, whirring, and flinging themselves about in the dark. He could also hear crawling creatures rustling in the undergrowth. They needed the fire, and its smoke — the fire should keep inquisitive creatures at bay, and the smoke will dissuade flying insects from entering the cave — important if they were going to get some rest and not end up being turned into pin cushions.

Get on with it, he urged himself.

Ben moved quickly, darting, but pausing now and then to stop and simply listen. There was nothing he could detect, and in a few minutes had an armful of dry logs and some hair-like bark to use as tinder.

He was about to turn back to the cave when he heard the sound of branches being pushed aside. He froze, waiting. There was no doubt that something, or some things, were coming straight at him, not rushing, but creeping.

Ben lowered his pile of logs to the jungle floor and eased back upright. He carefully pulled his rifle from his shoulder. He hoped whatever it was would pass him by, but if not, he’d take the first one down and hope the rest might prefer the fresh kill instead of him.

Seconds ticked down, and he tried to calm himself and slow his breathing. The senses of these things were far in advance of his own and could probably smell his exhalations, his perspiration, and may even be able to detect his body heat.

He waited, his nerves stretching as the thing approached. A branch snapped, close, and then he heard something stumble and someone swear softly in the darkness.

“Jesus Christ, are you guys riding elephants?” Ben relaxed.

“Who’s there?” a voice shot back.

“Ben Cartwright; over here.”

The three men came forward, with Steve coming quickly to embrace him in a bear hug.

“Ben, Ben, thank God you’re okay.” Steve hugged him again. “Who’s with you?”

“Koenig, Emma, and Jenny. That’s it I’m afraid.” He looked over Steve’s shoulder. “And you?”

Janus Bellakov came out of the shadows. “Good to see you, Cartwright. Been a hellova trek.” He pointed with his chin. “You in the caves?”

Ben ignored him and grabbed Steve’s upper arms. “What happened?”

Steve exhaled and looked down at the ground. “We lost both Andrea and Dan — fucking monsters — it’s only myself, Janus, and Barlow I’m afraid.” The man’s face crumpled, and Ben hugged him again.

“It’s all right, buddy. We’ll get through this.” He held him back a step. “Let’s go and see the rest. They’ll be happy to see you.”

He turned to the other two men. “Help grab some branches so we can make a fire.” He crouched to gather up his logs again. “Hurry now.”

“We’re back…” Ben spoke softly. “…found a friend.”

They entered the cave and Bellakov stood in the entrance, looking over their faces. He nodded to Walt Koenig, with the man suddenly looking sullen in return.

Emma and Jenny got to their feet, their faces initially beaming, but then caught sight of Steve’s expression.

“Where’s… Daniel?” Jenny’s voice was small.

“And Andrea?” Emma took a couple of steps forward.

Steve continued to stare at the ground.

“No, no, no; not Dan and Andrea,” Emma agonized.

“Gone.” Steve wiped at his nose and still couldn’t meet their eyes.

“How… what happened?” Emma’s fists balled.

“We were attacked,” Bellakov said. “Lucky any of us are here.”

“But you are.” Emma’s chin jutted.

“Yep,” Bellakov replied, and Ben noticed the disbelieving look Koenig was giving him.

“How do you know they’re dead?” Emma persisted. “Did you…?”

“That’s enough.” Ben sighed. “This place killed them, not anyone here. Our job now is to make sure it doesn’t kill anyone else. There’s safety in numbers.”

Steve went and embraced both women, and just hung on for a while. Edward Barlow, who looked totally worn out, relaxed back into his avuncular self of old.

The logs were piled inside the ring of stones and in a few minutes the tinder caught, and then flames started to lick at the smaller sticks. Steve flicked off his cigarette lighter.

“Better than rubbing two sticks.” He sat back on his haunches, his face still haunted. “Does anyone even do that anymore?”

“Sure they do, and still do,” Ben said. “It’s not hard, but you’ve got to be prepared to lose a bit of skin off your palms. But if it’s the difference between being warm and dry or wet and cold, you make the effort.”

As the fire took hold, an orange glow filled the cave. An added bonus was that the smoke masked the odor of corruption from the animal carcass.

Edward Barlow pointed. “Is it a good idea to be in a cave that has the rancid odor of a dead animal?”

“No, it’s not,” Ben replied. “But it’s too big to drag outside. We might have to dissuade something from trying to take a look throughout the night — so we’ll be taking turns on guard duty.”

He looked at each of the group. “If anyone has any food bars, now is the time to share them around.” He noticed Barlow give Bellakov a furtive look and guessed there'd be no sharing of his goodies.

As the tongues of flame rose, the dark corners of the cave were pushed back. Emma first stared, and then got to her feet.

“What the…?”

She walked to one side of the cave where there was a flat wall and flicked on her flashlight, adding its luminance to the fire’s light.

“What is it?” Ben asked.

She turned. “You might want to see this.”

The group followed her to the side of the cave, and Ben had to ease past a jostling Koenig and Jenny.

She pointed. “Your ancestor reaches out to you.”

On the wall, scratched into the stone was writing. Ben came in closer and held up his own light. He then rubbed at some of the mineral excretions and algae that were masking some of the words. He began to read them.

“This is a lost world, and we are lost within it.”

Ben used his palm, faster now, to wipe more lichen from the letters.

“Time is running out. If we delay, we’ll be trapped here forever.”

The two sentences made his stomach flip, and he couldn’t imagine the horror for the two solitary men trapped here. He read the last line.

“They come at night. We know they’re watching. BBC. 1908.”

“BBC — Benjamin Bartholomew Cartwright,” Ben breathed.

“They come at night.” Koenig nodded. “And, they’re watching.” Koenig’s mouth twitched. “I’m thinking maybe we need two on guard duty.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking the same.” Ben turned away. “Baxter never made it off the plateau. But somehow Benjamin did.”

“Well, Ben the 1st is not giving away any clues today,” Steve observed.

“Maybe he hadn’t worked out how to escape yet,” Koenig mused.

“Good point.” Steve nodded. “So, tomorrow’s another day.” He looked up. “Who’s on first shift?”

“Emma, you okay?” He saw that the young woman was still distracted, and her eyes were rimmed.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” She walked a little closer to the words on the wall and reached up to touch them.

She didn’t look it, Ben thought. They were all being ground down.

“I can do the first shift of two hours. Then Jenny and Walt, followed by Steve and Janus.” Ben looked to Barlow. “Edward, you can do the last shift with me again.”

Emma spun, frowning. “That’s not fair, you doing two shifts.” She jerked a thumb at Bellakov. “Make him do two shifts.”

“It’s not a problem; I won’t be able to sleep anyway.” Ben shrugged. “Besides, if it wasn’t for me and that stupid notebook, you all wouldn’t even be here.”

“That’s not true,” Emma protested.

“Sadly, my dear, it is true,” Barlow added. “Mostly.”

Ben turned, his lips curled. “Except for you. If your men had done a better job stealing it from us in England, then you’d be here, and we wouldn’t. So you’re getting everything you deserve.” Ben grinned menacingly.

“Easy there, young man. It was just a poor attempt at humor.” Barlow returned Ben’s glare with a half-lidded disinterest.

The group cleared a space around the fire, threw some more logs on, and then settled down to try and get some sleep. Ben and Emma moved to sit beside the cave entrance.

Ben handed her his canteen. “Try not to look back at the fire, it’ll reduce your night vision ability.”

“Got it.” She took the canteen and sipped, and then handed it back. “I don’t trust Bellakov, or his gross little paymaster.”

He took the canteen. “Neither do I. But we need them. And once we’re all off this plateau, we never have to see their ugly mugs again.”

She nodded and then smiled, but it crumbled quickly. “What do you really think happened to Dan and Andrea?”

He looked back out at the darkness. “Steve said Dan was taken by something from the lake. He didn’t see what happened to Andrea. I trust Steve’s version.” He shrugged. “That’s all we can do.”

She was silent for many minutes, ruminating. “So, tomorrow…” she began, “… What’s the plan?”

He snorted softly. Frankly, he had no idea, but was determined to stay positive, if only for her.

“Priority one, we stay alive.” He held out his canteen again, but she declined. He sipped and then stared out into the darkness. “We’ve been up on this plateau for less than a day, and we’ve already lost four people. So tomorrow, we use what we’ve learned from those tragedies to be a little bit smarter.” He turned to her. “But bottom line, we need to find a way down, and maybe take some risks. Staying here is not an option.”

She nodded, but then glanced at him. “Your great, great grandfather said that time was running out, and that there was a risk they could be trapped up here forever. What did he mean by that?”

Ben sighed. He also remembered Benjamin saying this place could only be found or rather, seen, once every decade. Nothing made sense anymore. He shook his head.

“I don’t know exactly, Emm. But I have no intention of any of us being trapped up here for even one more minute, let alone forever.”

Behind them, Barlow began to snore softly. Ben scoffed. “Glad someone is comfortable. Don’t know how he does it.”

“I think I’m like you. I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to,” Emma said. “I just want to go home.” She leaned against him. “Get me home, Ben; just get me home.”

The hours burned down just like the fire. The bodies tossed and turned, none of the group really falling into a fitful sleep. The two watching at the mouth of the cave also lapsed into a sense of lassitude, as the warmth of the night’s humidity coupled with the smell of wood smoke became comforting and entrancing.

Outside, there was the ever-present noise of a jungle — things moved, scurried, and far out from the cave, something died, probably brutally. But close to them, all seemed calm.

But from the depths of the cave, eyes watched — a few at first, then hundreds, and then thousands.

The surge finally came around 3:00 in the morning.

“Ouch.”

Ben opened his eyes at the sound of Barlow’s voice. The man shifted his sleeping bulk and relaxed again.

The first thing he noticed was the fire had burned down to a soft red glow. The second thing he was aware of was the almond-like smell that Jenny had first detected when they entered the cave was now pervasive and strong enough for him to pick it out over the top of the carcass, and the smoke.

Ben sat up, all vestiges of sleep falling away, and he let his eyes travel over the cave’s interior. He saw the outline of Steve and Janus at the cave mouth, on their shift, and both doing their job staying focused on outside. Around the shrunken fire, there were the sleeping bodies of the group.

But now he was sure there was something else. Ben sat straighter and closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated — there it was; a small sound like dry leaves rustling, or perhaps very faint click-clacking like tiny knitting needles.

Barlow slapped at one fat leg and rolled over again, trying to get comfortable. The big man was the furthest inside the cave’s interior as Ben guessed he wanted everyone between him and the cave mouth for added protection. Bravery didn’t exactly flow like fire through this guy’s veins.

Barlow grunted and slapped at himself again, and then he sat up, or rather jerked upright, with his eyes as round as silver dollars. But it was his scream that made the hair on Ben’s head feel like it was standing on end.

Everyone was suddenly up and in a panic, and only then did Ben flick on his light and train it on the struggling man.

He wished he hadn’t.

Edward Barlow was in the middle of a glistening carpet of shells — insects — all about as long as a thumb.

“Jesus Christ.” Ben shot to his feet. The wave was coming from the depths of the cave, and the sea of bodies had first found Barlow. In just the time that Ben spent watching, they had swarmed over the man.

Barlow thrashed and rolled, his screams becoming choked as the bugs also poured into his open mouth.

Ben went to charge towards him, but Jenny ran at him, shouldering him away.

“Don’t. Back off.” She grabbed up one of the sticks beside the fire and used it to scoop a lot of the embers towards Barlow. The spray of red created a barrier that kept the insects back, but it did nothing to discourage them swarming over the man.

Barlow was now impossible to make out under the blanket of bugs, and he looked like nothing more than a man-sized pile of furiously moving tiny bodies.

Jenny brought another stick down on one of the bugs, and then snatched it up. She stared hard at it for a few seconds before yelping and flinging it away.

“Modificaputis, I think. A primitive form of cockroach.” She shook her hand.

Steve held his shotgun pointed at the swarm. He looked panicked. “They’re fucking cockroaches? They’re huge, and they’re goddamn eating him alive!”

“Don’t fire that shotgun in here,” Ben yelled.

“Backup,” Jenny said. “The prehistoric version were carnivorous hunters — see the long legs?”

As they watched the mound rose up, and a low moan emanated from the centre of the pile that was once Barlow.

“Oh God.” Emma put her hands to the sides of her head. “Make it stop.”

A single gunshot rang out, and the mound collapsed. Ben spun to see Janus Bellakov pointing his rifle. The two men locked eyes momentarily, and eventually Ben nodded — it was a merciful release.

The group backed away. The fire had shrunk to a point of it being too small to be effective anymore, and as they watched, a glistening bone extended from one side of the pile, to break loose and drop onto the swarming carpet of insect bodies. It was an arm, now picked clean. Even the natural fibers in the man’s clothing were being consumed.

“Who let the fire go out?” Ben asked.

“Doesn’t matter; it’s out,” Janus said. “Now we know what your fucking ancestor meant by they come at night.”

“They’re watching,” Jenny reminded them.

“Might have helped if he spelled it out just a little more, doncha think?” Bellakov sneered. “Well, we can’t stay here.”

“He’s right,” Jenny said. “These things won’t stop until all the meat is gone.” She gritted her teeth. “That’s what the smell was — the insects giving off their pheromones, signaling to each other.”

“Now we know why there wasn’t anything living in here,” Steve observed. “You come in here, you end up like that dead dinosaur… or Barlow. Poor sap.”

“Gather your things,” Ben said and turned to Jenny. “Will they follow us?”

Jenny looked back at the swarm. “I don’t know. They would certainly be jungle foragers. Might be like army ants.” She shrugged. “We just don’t know enough about them.”

“Maybe we should stay in the water for a while,” Emma said. “They can’t follow us there.”

“Stay out of the water,” Janus said.

“Huh?” Emma said, frowning.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, trust me, we don’t want to get too close to the lake.”

They edged to the cave mouth, and Ben turned to look at the Barlow mound of insects that was rapidly diminishing in size. From the side of the heap, something round and white rolled free — it was the man’s skull, minus the jawbone or any meat inside or out.

“Not how he envisaged things were going to turn out,” Walt Koenig said softly.

“Yeah, well, thanks for nothing, Barlow, you fat fuck.” Bellakov bared his teeth.

Steve scoffed. “Remind me to have you come and say something nice at my funeral.”

Ben checked his watch. “We’ve still at least an hour until daybreak.” He had no idea if being out in the darkness was better or worse now. But they had no choice now. He turned away.

“Let’s go — silent as we can.” Ben headed out first.

“New plan?” Emma whispered.

Ben turned to her. “I was going to ask you the same thing.” He gave her a lopsided smile but doubted she could see him.

They moved quietly and quickly back the way they’d come. They were now out of food, shelter, and according to Benjamin’s notebook, they were running out of time to escape, before something occurred to make leaving impossible. Ben had no idea what that could be, but his ancestor had been right about everything so far, so he didn’t want to hang around to find out.

But the fact was, he had no idea what to do next, and no idea how to get off the plateau.

Except one.

Ben stopped, and Emma bumped into him. “We need to find that stream we came upon. I have an idea.”

“What is it — all good ideas are solid gold right now?” Steve asked.

Ben waved them on and spoke over his shoulder. “I said I had an idea; I didn’t say it was a good one.”

“Clouds are thinning.” Bellakov craned his neck. “Thought I saw a glimpse of moon before.”

Ben also looked up at the ever-present cloud cover. Hopefully, dawn was rushing upon them, but for now, it was still all in darkness… or mostly.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Looks weird. A bit like a cyclone the way it’s moving about up there, and we’re right in its eye.” He continued to stare and saw through a small opening in the dark clouds a corner of the moon begin to appear.

“What the…?”

Ben frowned; it was wrong, bigger somehow… like it was closer.

“Clouds swirling, but there’s no wind,” Bellakov observed.

“Huh?” Ben turned briefly to the man, and then when he glanced back at the sky, the clouds had closed again. “Damn.”

“I know what you’re thinking; a bit of good ole sunlight would be great. There’s just enough light and heat to turn this place into a freaking greenhouse. Just give me a few golden rays punching through.”

Ben sighed. “Yeah, I heard that.”

Bellakov walked up beside him, lowering his head and his voice. “You’re going for the plane, aren’t you?”

Ben looked at him, assessing, and then finally nodded. “Yep.”

“Mad bastard.” The mercenary snorted. “You know, even if you manage to get the engine out to lighten it for gliding, and the fuselage doesn’t just fall apart, there’s too many of us.” He watched Ben closely as he spoke.

Ben shrugged. “The Corsair Fighter has a 41-foot wingspan, and empty can take the weight.”

“The weight is one thing, but there’s too many bodies. Simply won’t all fit.” Bellakov shrugged. “I like the plan though.” He fell back a step. “I mean, what else we got?”

Emma sped up to walk beside him. “Are we going around in circles?”

“I don’t think so.” Ben turned to her. “We’re retracing our steps; we haven’t strayed too far off the trail we blazed.”

“It’s just that… um…” She grimaced and turned about. “We’ve been walking for hours. Added to that, the lake was huge, and the cave was in the side of a small mountain. I know Tepuis can be enormous, but this place is like an entire world up here.”

Ben had already thought about that, but what did it mean? he wondered.

“She’s right,” Jenny added. “The population, size, and diversity of species up here is usually only represented by a large land mass. I don’t get how these things can continue to survive, basically, on an island.”

“An island,” Ben repeated. “I don’t have an answer for that. Nothing up here is normal, or makes sense.”

Emma slipped and Ben caught her.

“Thanks,” she said and wiped her greasy boot.

Ben looked down. There were crushed plants at their feet, still oozing slippery sap, and looking as though they’d been run over by tractor tires. He crouched, and Steve, Emma, and Jenny peered over his shoulder while Koenig kept his eyes on the jungle. Bellakov continued to stare up at the strange spinning cloud cover.

Ben saw that the tracks cut across their trail and kept going. He put his hands in the indentations. “What the hell makes a track like this?”

Koenig briefly looked down and over his shoulder. “Nothing I know. I would have said something lay down here, but I can see it was moving, and kept moving.” He flicked on his flashlight and followed the depressions in the grasses and mud, until they vanished… just stopped and then vanished. “Never seen it before.”

“I know.” Jenny also crouched, and then looked up, her eyes round. “And you do too, Ben. Remember when we were down by the river and you found those tracks?”

Ben nodded and his head snapped back down. “You’re shitting me?”

“I’ve been on trapping expeditions in the Amazon for the zoo. We hunted the giant green anaconda; they leave tracks like this, but on a much smaller scale.” She rose to her feet.

But frowned. “But you said the tracks of the one we found by the river was big, and they didn’t get much bigger.” He pointed at the ground. “This thing is five times bigger.”

“They don’t get much bigger… in our time,” Jenny said softly.

“I’ve also hunted anaconda,” Koenig said. “They can be mean suckers — crush a full grown man down to mush. One that big?” He shrugged. “I don’t want to meet it.”

“We already did, once.” Ben looked to Jenny.

“In the cave we climbed up in; one took Bourke. So big it filled the place.” Her lips pressed together for a moment. “I hope it was the same one.”

“And now dead.” Ben looked up at her as silver light broke through the clouds.

“At last, we can…” Bellakov stopped talking and his brows snapped together as the setting moon was revealed.

Ben looked up. “That moon.”

“Yeah, that’s some moon.” Steve gaped up at it.

“So big. I mean it looks like we could almost reach out and touch it.” Bellakov shook his head. “Fuck I hate this place.”

The moon vanished behind the clouds and threw them back into darkness. Jenny shone her light on the tracks again. “I think we need to get out of here.”

“If it is another one, you think it might still be hanging around?” Koenig gripped his rifle a little tighter.

“Hanging around is right,” Jenny said. “Look; the tracks on the ground disappear.” She turned to the group. “Because I think it took to the trees.”

“This gets better and better.” Ben looked up, now feeling like they were being watched. “Let’s keep moving… and everyone keep their eyes open.”

They continued to press on, weaving through the jungle as the light began to increase. Ben was sure this was the way they’d come, but still hadn’t seen a single blaze mark he’d previously made. He was about to wave Koenig closer when he spotted the mouth of the stream.

“Thank God,” he whispered.

“Self-doubt is a terrible thing.” Koenig winked.

“Curse of the humble.” Ben grinned and stepped out into the shallow water.

The stream cut a path through the dense jungle, and with the canopy roof, also created a dark cave. Ben paused, just letting his eyes run over everything. He then lifted his gaze to the canopy. The light was still weak, and the treetops knitted together in an unbroken ceiling of green. But thankfully, there was nothing that looked like a giant snake — not that he’d ever seen one before.

They’d been travelling now for a couple of hours, and the humidity was still energy-sapping. The clouds had dropped, so even as the light rose, the clouds had become a low-lying fog that twisted through the jungle like smoke.

He called the group in. “Let’s take five.”

He stepped out of the stream and felt a pang of hunger stab at his gut. He ignored it. They were out of food, and by rights, he should have been hunting. But hunting meant shooting, and he definitely didn’t want that when silence probably meant their survival.

However, they needed to keep their energy levels up, so he might have to ask Koenig to use his hunting skills and see if he could either trap something or catch and kill it just with his knife. He looked down at the stream; he also remembered in some of the pools he had seen a few silver shapes dart back and forth, so fish wasn’t off the menu either.

“Walt, let’s scout ahead. The rest of you stay on guard.”

“You got it,” Koenig replied, shouldering his rifle.

Ben saw Bellakov stare hard at them.

“Back in five minutes.” He saw that the mercenary continued to stare.“Scouts honor.”

He and Walt Koenig then headed down along the edge of the streambed, walking for a few moments until he was sure he was out of earshot. Ben turned.

“That friend of yours, Bellakov; what’s his number?” he asked.

Koenig’s mouth turned down as he shook his head. “Don’t really know him. Barlow brought us together. The guy was a mercenary and hunted everything from lions to people. He trusts no one, not even me.” He shrugged. “Barlow kept him on a leash, but now he’s gone, well…” he glanced at Ben. “I wouldn’t turn my back on him.”

“Didn’t plan on it,” Ben said. “And thanks.”

They continued for another few minutes along the stream edge, and there were no more tracks or obvious dangers. A few small animals covered in fur or bristles that might have been primitive feathers, squealed and darted back into the jungle at their approach. It was a good sign — if there was game around, then there probably wasn’t too many predators.

“We’ll need to catch one of those soon,” Ben said. “Without guns if possible.”

Koenig nodded. “No problem. Just tell me when.”

Ben crouched down at the edge of the stream. “This isn’t good.”

There were flattened areas all along the stream bank, three feet wide, and with odd markings that looked like something had been dragged.

Walt crouched, put his hand in them, and then lifted them to his nose. He looked up momentarily into the tree canopy. “One of those snake things.” He turned to Ben. “You believe in coincidences?”

Ben snorted. “No.” He turned. “So we both think it was following us before.”

“Maybe, or maybe there’s another one.” Walt wiped his fingers on his pants. “Or maybe there’s a lot of them.”

“And that just makes me feel a hellova lot worse.” Ben got to his feet.

Walt nodded. “Then you’re gonna love this bit; it’s almost impossible to hide from a big snake.” He looked up. “They can see your body heat.”

Ben exhaled and looked up at the dense overhead canopy. He could feel the damp fronds brushing his back and neck.

“Yep.” Walt nodded. “The big guys like boas, pythons, anacondas and even vipers have these tiny holes on their faces called pit organs. They’re used to detect infrared radiation.” He smiled without mirth. “To them, we’re just moving, hot sacks of food.”

“Thank you, Walt; I feel much better now.” Ben began to turn away. “Let’s head ba…”

“Hey…” Walt quickly held up a hand. “Don’t. Move. A muscle.”

Ben froze, staring over his shoulder at the man’s face. He could see both alarm and fascination.

“What… what?” Ben said, trying to only move his lips.

“On your back.” Walt shook his head, his brows up real high. “A fucking beauty.”

“What’s on my back?” Ben suddenly felt some extra weight there — like a large soft hand. “What the hell is it? I can feel it.”

“A fucking spider bigger than your head.” Walt angled his gaze. “Wowee; that’s one big mother.” He pulled back. “It’s looking at me.”

Ben turned a little more, getting pissed off. “Get it off.”

“I ain’t grabbin’ that thing; looks dangerous.” Walt’s grin widened. “Besides; it might decide to run for it and head to higher ground, you know, up to your head and face.”

“You bastard.” Ben couldn’t help grinning himself. “I’ll get it myself.” He began to look for a stick or something to reach back and wipe it away. But when he bent lower, he felt the thing move. Suddenly, he felt the first if its bristly legs against the skin of his neck. Instead of the soft finger-like touch he expected, he felt the pinprick sharpness of tiny hooks.

He slowly straightened. “Little help here.”

“All right; will you hold still?” Walt retrieved the stick Ben had been reaching for. “Now don’t move a muscle, a-aaand…”

Ben gritted his teeth, waiting.

“Fore!”

Walt swung, connected, and suddenly the weight on his neck and back was gone. There was the sound of an impact out in the jungle, but then a mad scrambling.

“That’ll be ten bucks, buddy.” Walt’s grin was wider than ever. “Anything else I can help you with?”

Ben shook his head. “Put it on my tab. And while you’re at —”

The crack of a rifle made him flinch, and then spin to the noise.

CHAPTER 31

Emma took a cloth, dipped it into the stream, and then used it to wipe her greasy brow and neck. The humidity made it feel like they were in a warm bath, and she felt dog-tired.

Steve loitered near a tree, shotgun cradled in his arms. Jenny crouched by a pool in the stream and stared into it, captivated by some fish, bug, or other aquatic animal. And the creepy Janus Bellakov glanced at each of them, his dark eyes like windows on a dead soul. The guy gave her the creeps.

“These fish; I think they’re Arowana,” Jenny said, frowning down into the water.

“Yeah, I was going to say that.” Steve grinned.

Jenny looked up and chuckled for a moment before turning back and pointing. “But seriously, these guys have been around since the Jurassic.”

“Uh-hu.” Steve tilted his head. “More importantly, can we eat them? Raw is fine.”

Jenny bobbed her head. “Probably; but they’d barely be a mouthful. Especially for a mouth as big as…” She looked up again and the smile froze on her face.

Emma swung to look at her and saw the woman’s wide-eyed stare. Her eyes darted to where Jenny faced as she realised Jenny she wasn’t actually looking at Steve but at something above him.

Emma’s eyes moved upwards, following the scaly tree trunk, and further up into the paddle like fronds above him. Steve must have seen the expressions on their faces and began to look confused, and then fearful.

“What… what?”

Jenny began to make a tiny guttural noise in her throat, as no words would come. She lifted an arm to point.

In the canopy above Steve was the flicker of movement — a tongue, forked, and as thick as a man’s arm. It had come from a diamond-shaped head, easily four feet across, with two glass-like eyes. The monstrous muscular body, twined within the branches of the tree, but also disappeared further back into the dark jungle. The thing was enormous and easily longer than a bus, or even two buses!

From the corner of Emma’s eyes, she saw Bellakov, standing there, watching, but not making any move to help even though he had a rifle cradled in his arms.

Emma fumbled for her handgun as Steve finally looked upwards. The man reacted, first with alarm, and then by swinging the muzzle of the Mossberg shotgun up at the colossal snake hanging over him like an evil apparition.

Perhaps it was the movement, or the chemical signals of fear the man started to give off, but at that moment, the monster struck.

The V-shaped mouth sprung open, revealing hundreds of backward-curving teeth, each longer than Emma’s hands, as the head shot forward, striking hard and driving Steve to the ground with a whoosh of his breath. The shotgun discharged, blasting into the trees as the coils of the snake piled down on top of him.

Steve was gripped from shoulder to groin in the mouth, his face more shock than pain as he was then lifted from the ground, and the coils began to wrap around him.

Emma pointed her handgun, but her hand shook like she was receiving an electric shock. She knew if she pulled the trigger she’d more than likely hit her friend instead of the snake.

“Shoot it,” she screamed, but from the corner of her eye, she saw Bellakov ease back into the jungle a few steps, his gun up, but not aiming directly at the giant reptile.

Another shot rang out as Jenny stood, legs planted wide and two hands on her gun. She fired again, and this time must have hit the snake, as it jerked a bit and the massive knot of scaled muscle began to unravel. But instead of dropping its prize, it started to slide into the jungle, taking the now screaming man in its mouth with it.

“Hey!” Ben appeared with Koenig at his shoulder.

“Sn-nn-naaake.” Emma turned, pointing. “It, the snake, it’s got Steve.”

Ben ran past her, sprinting into the jungle, with Walt right at his shoulder. Both men fired their guns, but even as they flew past, Emma saw that the massive creature had already vanished, gliding and shooting through holes in the jungle the men couldn’t possibly follow. Horrifyingly, Steve’s agonized voice could still be heard, but growing fainter by the second.

Emma sat down hard, her hands on her knees and gun pointed at the ground. She burst into tears, feeling helpless and empty, and scared shitless. She wiped her eyes, and then after another few moments, another emotion boiled to the surface.

With her teeth grit, she turned to where Bellakov loitered. “What the fuck?” She stood and marched up the opposite bank towards him. “What’s the matter with you? Why didn’t you help?”

Bellakov’s eyes were half-lidded and unflinching as he stared back. “I might have hit him. Same reason you didn’t fire.”

“Bullshit,” she spat. “You’re a hunter; you could have taken a shot.” She bared her teeth at the man. “And that thing was over 50 feet long and as thick as a horse. You could have hit it anywhere. You’re supposed to be a crack shot.”

Bellakov inhaled, making his chest swell. His lips turned down as he looked over her head. “You misunderstand my position here, girlie. I’m not here as your fucking bodyguard. Best you remember that.” He lowered his eyes to her, and all she saw in them was contempt.

“You fu…” Emma glared, but bit her lip. He was right. The guy was an asshole, and probably been in on the Ben beat down in the UK. She had nothing to gain by thinking he was actually part of their team. “Fuck you.” She turned away and waded back across the stream to where Jenny still sat in a daze.

The woman smiled tightly, but her eyes were brimmed with tears. “It was probably tracking us the whole time.” She wiped at her nose. “I should have known when I encountered the first one — there’s obviously a breeding population here.” She looked up, real fear in her eyes. “We have no idea how many there are.”

“Shush.” Emma put her arm around her. “Do you think… they might get Steve back?”

Jenny’s mouth opened and she looked at her with incredulity. After a moment, she just shook her head.

Emma nodded. “I know, I was just… hoping.” She motioned to Bellakov who was watching the jungle in the direction Ben and Koenig had gone. “That asshole did nothing.”

Jenny let her eyes drift to the man. “I think… I think he probably knew it had been tracking us.” Her eyes narrowed. “Maybe he let it take Steve in the hope that it would be sated and leave us alone.”

“Oh Jesus.” Emma felt a little sick at the thought. “Could that asshole basically be prepared to sacrifice one of us to save his own skin?”

Jenny exhaled shakily. “I don’t think I want to know.”

Emma ground her teeth. “I do.”

Ben and Walt pushed back out of the jungle, and Ben quickly found Jenny and Emma. He went to the zoologist and took her hand and then looked deep into her eyes.

“I’m sorry; he’s gone.”

She dropped her head. “I knew it.”

Walt Koenig crossed to where Bellakov stood and the pair spoke quietly.

Ben released her hand and she walked away to sit down by herself. Emma put a hand up on his shoulder but her eyes went to Bellakov. “We tracked it for a while, but it could go places we couldn’t. After a while, it just vanished; maybe into a hole or up into the trees.” He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“I think…” Emma continued to watch Bellakov and Koenig. “I think Bellakov let it happen.” She looked up into Ben’s face.

“What?” Ben frowned. “What do you mean?”

“He was just watching, standing back. He just let it happen, like he didn’t care.” She swallowed nervously. “He could have taken a shot, but he didn’t.” Emma folded her arms, tight, and went to sit with Jenny.

Ben remembered what Bellakov had said about the airplane: there were too many people, he’d said. He shook the thought away. No way, he thought. But…

He turned back to the jungle where the monster snake had taken Steve Chambers, his friend. The guy was always smiling, adventurous, and it only seemed like yesterday they were riding pushbikes together.

First Andrea, then Dan, and now Steve, gone. Only days ago, none of them had expected to be here, and now…

He jammed his handgun back in his holster, only from habit. The weapon was now empty. He took one last look at the dark jungle.

Goodbye, buddy, he whispered, and then turned away.

“Come on, people, we’re out of here.”

In another hour, they found one of the trees that Ben had blazed, indicating their original path back to the clearing and the downed fighter plane. For some reason, the familiarity comforted them all the way to the clearing.

Ben held a hand up to his eyes and walked toward the plateau edge, feeling his hopes sink a little. The clouds had dropped, and where they stood was like a vast island amidst a sea of dirty cotton wool. The cliff wall still fell a few hundred feet to the cloud tops, but now everything else below it was hidden.

Strangely, the clouds slowly rotated, and the sky above was darkening even though sundown was many hours away. A slight breeze had sprung up, but seemed to come from below them, rising up over the cliff edge and into their faces.

Ben took in a deep breath and let it out slowly — whatever was happening, whatever Benjamin had feared would trap him in 1908, had begun, for them.

Bellakov eased up beside him, gun under his arm. “You know what they say about falling out of a plane?” He turned and grinned. “It’s not the fall that kills you, but the sudden stop at the end.”

Ben nodded. “Yep, if we can’t see the ground, we can’t find a clearing, and if we can’t find a clearing, we’ll probably glide into a stand of trees and end up like squashed bugs.”

The others joined them. “I knew you were insane, but if I think you’re planning to do what I think…” Walt slapped him on the shoulder “…then count me the hell in.”

“Well? Would someone clue me in?” Emma asked.

“Both of us?” Jenny’s brows were up.

Ben turned first to Bellakov. “Janus, give us some cover while I look this guy over. Don’t want anything surprising us while we’re between the jungle and a cliff edge.”

“You got it, buddy.” Bellakov turned to the jungle, walking a few dozen steps toward a boulder, and sitting down on it. He sat down in a place where he could keep one eye on the jungle, and one back on the group — good enough, Ben thought.

“Buddy now?” Emma glared at the man.

“Not even close.” Ben headed to the Corsair Fighter plane carcass and first walked all the way around it. Then he went in close to run one hand over the metal skin, and then checked underneath it. The wheels had collapsed, but the pilot, Lieutenant John Carter, had done one hellova job in coming in clean, and making it over the lip of the cliff, plus, managing to stop just short of the tree line. Carrier deck landing expertise, Ben guessed.

Ben gritted his teeth, reached in and grabbed Carter’s skeleton under the arms of the flight jacket. He eased him out, and then laid him carefully on the ground.

“Thanks for everything, Lieutenant. We’ll take it from here.”

He climbed back up to peer inside. The cockpit was intact and the rear empty. The plane’s wings were primarily intact as well, but structurally, he wouldn’t know until he was in the air whether they’d take the stress or simply snap off turning the plane into a torpedo. Ben chuckled mirthlessly — only find out in the air — talk about a death wish.

Ben reached in and moved the wheel, watching the effect on the wings. Amazingly, the flaps still worked, just. But when he tried the rear flap rudder, something pinged, and then it froze solid — not good, but also not a real tragedy as he doubted turning left or right would be a priority, and if he could manage a leveling out to keep the nose up, then that was first prize.

Ben rested his forearms on the cockpit edge and looked to the nose; the 13-foot, three-blade propeller was broken off, but the nose cone was still intact. Everything else was still there, and as he expected, it was the engine that’d be the problem — the Corsair used the largest engine available at the time: the 2,000 horsepower, 18-cylinder Pratt & Whitney Double Wasp radial — it was why it was so dominant in the skies.

But it was the source of all that muscle power that was the problem — the engine weighed in at 2,300 pounds of dead weight. Even if they were loaded in the back, they’d never weight-compensate, and they’d go nose-down immediately. Without an engine, they’d nosedive all the way to the jungle floor.

Ben straightened. The only way to achieve any semblance of a glide was to balance the weight, but first they needed to make the plane significantly lighter — at least 2,000 pounds lighter.

Ben turned. “The engine has gotta go.”

Walt Koenig blew air between pressed lips. “Got a winch and a tool shop?”

“No, but we got rocks as hammers, knives as screwdrivers, and muscles for leverage.” Ben dusted off his hands. “Plus, we’ve got the most important ingredient of all.” He turned and grinned. “Survival motivation.”

Walt returned the smile and saluted. “Works for me.”

Ben turned about for a moment and then looked back at the Corsair. He placed his hands on his hips, thinking through what they needed to do.

“Okay, people, we’ll need all shoulders to the wheel. Walt and I will work on getting the engine removed. Once it’s lighter, we can swing it around to face the cliff edge and then move it into place. We’ll also need a path cleared — Jenny and Emma, going to need you to clear away as much debris as you can manage.”

Ben’s mouth curved into a smile. “And watch the edge; it’s a hellova first step. Questions?” He waited; there were none. “Then let’s do this.”

Jenny and Emma set to shifting rocks, tufts of grass, and other debris, and he and Walt pulled off the panels of the engine housing at the nose of the fighter. Ben sighed and just shook his head. Walt leaned in on his elbows beside him.

“Never gonna get that all out.” Ben exhaled slowly.

“Never thought we would,” Walt replied. “So let’s just get out what we can. Besides, to get the engine fully out, we’d need to deconstruct the plane, and maybe take the whole nose off. Don’t want to do that as we’ll distort the aerodynamics of the entire bird.”

Ben reached in to tug on a few of the muscular-looking cylinders; several were already loose. “Okay, doable.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Walt pulled his hunting knife and started to work on some of the screw-heads.

The pair worked for several hours until Ben’s knuckles were grazed, and his hands orange and black from ancient rust. The metal clanged down as they dropped piece after piece, and they quickly grew into a pile.

Ben looked up to see Janus Bellakov watching them. The man nodded, and Ben did the same in return. Ben pointed at his eyes then to the jungle. Janus nodded and turned away.

Jenny and Emma had basically cleared a runway, or rather drag-way, to the cliff edge. If they managed to lighten the plane without destroying it, and then drag it to the lip, he still wondered whether he, or everyone, would be mad enough to actually sit in it and then let themselves tip over.

He laughed softly; of course they would. Because the alternative was dying up here, and by dying, that probably meant being eaten alive. Or somehow being trapped here forever. He frowned at the thought, still not understanding what his great, great grandfather had meant by that.

Ben looked at his watch — mid-afternoon — no wonder he was hungry. He paused, weighing up whether he should get Walt or Bellakov to try and catch some game. They’d given up on having Jenny scout for edible roots, nuts, or berries, as no one had ever seen any of the strange plants before, and as the creatures eating them had digestive systems far different from humans, then vomiting and diarrhea might be the least of their problems.

Ben looked at the pile of engine parts — not bad. The remaining engine block was refusing to give up any more odds and ends, and without a hoist, it wasn’t going anywhere — it’d have to do.

“I think we’re done here.”

Walt held up his knife, the tip and edge warped and blunted. “We certainly are.”

Emma and Jenny came and leant against one of the wings. “What now?”

Ben turned to look towards the cliff edge. It was a good two hundred feet and would take time to drag the plane to the lip without damaging it. Added to that, he didn’t want to make the attempt when it was getting dark.

“I think we might have missed our window for tonight. But we can certainly drag this baby closer so we have a dawn launch.”

“I vote we go now,” Emma said. “I don’t want to spend another minute up here.”

Ben turned to her and then the cliff edge. He had to squint as dust and debris blew up over the rim, and the clouds continued to turn around them like they were in the center of a giant whirlpool. There was no sign of the ground at all.

Walt scratched his chin. “Yeah, I hear you. But by the time we get the plane to the edge, it’ll be dark. Clouds are bad enough, but I reckon we can punch through those. But once we’ve done that, and if we do even make it that far, then we want to at least be able to try and glide to an open space. We need to see to do that.” He half grinned. “Rumor has it that big trees might not bother to get out of our way.”

Emma’s eyes sparked. “Still think we should go for it; let’s take a vote.”

“Then I vote we wait,” Jenny said, and sadness clouded her features. “Sorry, Emm, but if we can’t see, we can’t find a safe landing. And if we’re gliding, there’s no second chance.”

Emma stared for a moment, but then exhaled and nodded once.

“It’s settled,” Ben said. “Let’s turn this baby around.” Ben waved to Janus Bellakov and called him back in.

“Ready to take off?” Bellakov asked.

Ben shook his head and wiped his hands. “Not until tomorrow. For now, we’ll try and get it to the edge — take off first thing.”

Bellakov’s forehead creased and he put his hands on his hips. Ben ignored him and turned to Koenig.

“Maybe Walt here can show us some of that hunting prowess he’s been talking up.” Ben winked at the man, who was fast becoming an indispensable ally.

“Oh a challenge? Then you just place your order, big guy.” Walt grinned back.

Ben finally jumped down from one of the wings and stepped back to survey all their work. Satisfied, he set to organizing the group.

“We turn it clockwise. Janus, you get the tail, and the rest of us on the wings.” He held up a hand. “And please, take it slow; I don’t want to see the bottom ripped out of her.”

They each took their positions around the Corsair. “On a count of 3,” Ben said, and then: “And 2, and 1, and… heave.”

Janus lifted the lighter rear end of the plane, and the others swiveled the heavier nose. It slowly spun a little easier than Ben expected and immediately filled him with some hope. In another few minutes of starting, resting, and restarting, they had the nose pointed towards the cliff edge.

“Well, that was the easy part,” Jenny observed.

Ben slapped his hands together, and then wiped them on his pants. “Looking good, and we’ve all got tickets booked on a morning flight. Now, let’s get her to the edge.”

Each wing had a man and woman, with Janus lifting the tail section once more. They pushed, once again in fits and starts, moving the plane forward a few feet, and then stopping to rest and check they weren’t tearing the bottom out. In two hours, they’d managed to move it halfway, and without losing too much airplane or human skin in the process.

“Rest,” Ben said, turning and leaning back against the plane’s fuselage. Sweat streamed, and he sipped from the warm contents of his canteen. He felt a little lightheaded, probably from fluid loss, but also as he hadn’t eaten since the previous evening, and he knew his energy levels were flagging.

He looked up. The clouds were dropping and still turning like they were being stirred, and overall the light was fading. A gust blew grit into his eyes and he wiped at it. He estimated another hour of light left, and maybe two more hours of pushing — no choice but to just suck it up and get it done.

So they did.

The darkness fell, but the energy-sapping heat and humidity remained. As they got closer to the plateau edge, the breeze blew harder into their faces, at least drying some of their sweat.

Ben was heartened by the updraft, as it’d aid in the planes gliding ability. A down draft would have sunk them like a stone.

In another 30 minutes, the group had the plane with the nose on the cliff edge, and Ben knew that if they were all as tired as he was, it was as far as the plane was going that evening.

“Ah…” Emma looked from the plateau edge, to the Corsair, and then to Ben. “If we’re all sitting inside this death trap, how exactly are we going to launch it?”

Ben chuckled. “I like your confidence.” He held up a finger. “Watch and learn — so, got any rope left?”

“Sure, but only about 80 feet,” Emma said and folded her arms, looking quizzical. “But it’s our last length.”

“Hopefully we won’t need it anymore,” Ben said. “So, when you were a kid, did you ever own one of those glider slingshots?”

Emma half smiled but shook her head slowly. “Nope.”

“Hmm, deprived childhood, huh?” Ben turned back to the plane, now that he had everyone watching him. He walked around it, and then to the rear, crouching and placing a hand on the tail for a moment, satisfying himself.

“Normal gliders have a hook underneath them, usually at the front, and you attach a lead cable to them so an engine-driven plane can lift them up into the thermals. A toy glider also has one at the front, to attach the elastic from the slingshot.”

Ben then made a V-shape with the fingers of one hand and pretended to pull back on an imaginary elastic between them.

“Then when you let it go, the plane shot forward.” He dusted off his hands. “So, we have our glider, we have our rope to act as catapult, and all we need is the slinging force, and…” He turned about. “There.” He pointed to a small boulder. “We push that rock until it’s right on the very edge. Tie the rope to it, and the other end we hook around the Corsair’s tail, but loose enough so it releases by itself.”

Ben walked forward, staring out over the plateau rim. “The rock goes over, pulls the rope, which tugs on the plane, launching it over the edge, and then we are airborne.”

Walt clapped once and laughed out loud. “I love it — then the rope on release will tug on the tail, also bringing the nose up. This crazy idea could goddamn work.”

“And if the rope doesn’t release when it’s supposed to?” Emma looked unconvinced.

“Then the gliding may be a little bit shitty.” Ben grinned. “And a lot quicker to the ground.” He pointed. “Step one, and last job for the night. Let’s get that rock a little closer to the front of the plane.

It only took Ben, Walt, and Bellakov 15 minutes to muscle the small boulder to the cliff edge and front of the Corsair, and then carefully slide it forward. Ben got down on his belly and inched towards the rim. He peaked over, squinting into the flying grit. It was dark, and he flicked on his flashlight — he could now see that where they perched was basically a jutting lip of stone, and then below them the cliff dropped away until it was well beyond his light.

It could work… it had to work, he prayed.

Ben tied the rope around the small boulder, and then crawled back to reach under the tail and carefully loop it over its underside. He tried the release a few times until he was satisfied.

Ben then stood and wiped his hands on his shorts. “That’s it for now.”

“Good work,” Walt said. “So let me see what I can run down for our dinner.” He checked his rifle.

Ben looked at the hunter and then back at the forbidding dark jungle. “Can’t let you go in by yourself. I’ll go with you.”

“What?” Emma straightened and quickly looked from Ben to the menacing Janus Bellakov.

Bellakov saw the exchange and chuckled. “No, Ben, you need to stay here with your friends. You’re probably a good shot, but I’m a hunter like Koenig. Together, we’ll have more success, and be back here in a flash.”

“Good idea,” Emma said quickly.

“Yep.” Jenny also nodded vigorously.

Ben looked across to Walt, who was stony-faced, but nodded once.

“Done,” Ben said.

Walt Koenig gave him a small salute, and then both men turned on their heel and crossed the lengthy clearing to then head out into the black jungle. Ben watched them for a moment before turning away.

“Can we risk a fire?”

“Probably not,” Jenny said. “But then again, we shouldn’t eat raw meat as we have no idea what sort of internal parasites these things could be carrying.” She grimaced. “Plus, we’re out in the open.” She hiked her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

Ben thought about the pros and cons. They needed their strength, especially for the arduous day he expected for tomorrow, so one way or the other, they were going to eat. He certainly didn’t want to attract anything with the light or smells, but he knew from experience, raw food could be dangerous.

Ben also knew if they became infected, then even if they made it to the ground, they might not survive the trek out of the jungle. He decided.

“We light one, and then let it die down so we can cook in the embers. Keeping the food buried will also reduce the cooking odors. Deal?” He raised his eyebrows.

Jenny bobbed her head. ‘Sure, what’s the worst that could happen?” She smiled, but it didn’t extend to her eyes.

CHAPTER 32

“Think it’ll work?” Walt Koenig whispered over his shoulder.

“Yeah, I do,” Bellakov responded. “I think the plateau will give the Corsair some good updraft. Sure, we’ll come in fast, but provided the landing site isn’t a row of freaking tree trunks, then it should be survivable.”

Walt nodded but had his doubts. They were now about a third of a mile into the thick jungle, and he began to tread more softly.

Walt Koenig crouched and waved Bellakov down. The jungle was near pitch dark, and he relied on peripheral vision. It was an evolutionary thing about the human eye — it had both rods and cones, but it was the rods that were more sensitive to light, and these were gathered in greater number at the corners of the eye. He also relied on sound, smell, and even air density changes. But the biggest advantage he had was his brain.

The pair of men crouched in near silence for a few moments. They heard the drip of water, smelled the chlorophyll and sweet fragrance of blooming night flowers, and heard the tiny scuttling of insects among the leaf detritus. But further out, there was the sound of tentative footfalls.

Walt knew the ideal would be one animal the size of a turkey, or two the size of fat chickens — either would be a good meal for the five of them.

“You’re pretty friendly with Cartwright now, huh?” Bellakov asked, breaking the silence.

Walt half turned. “He’s an okay kinda guy. I guess he knows what he’s doing.”

“Don’t trust him,” Bellakov responded. “Don’t forget whose side you’re on.”

Walt snorted. “There are no sides anymore, dumbass. Barlow is dead. Staying alive is the priority now, and by my reckoning, working with Ben Cartwright will give us a better chance of doing that.”

“Yeah, staying alive is the priority,” Bellakov whispered. “Survival of the fittest.”

Walt noticed Bellakov was now close in behind him and went to turn. The blade entered one side of his neck at the carotid artery level, appearing out the other side in a spray of blood.

Immediately, he felt cold, unable to move, and found himself on the ground. Bellakov ripped the knife free and swung it at the ground a few times, flicking off the thick coating of arterial blood.

“Guess you chose the wrong side, dumbass.” Bellakov reached down to wipe his blade on Walt’s shirt. He straightened, looked around, resheathed his knife, and then vanished into the jungle.

Need to warn Ben, Walt Koenig thought as the cold and the pain went away. He then began to get sleepy. Think I’ll just rest awhile first. He closed his eyes.

Janus Bellakov sprinted from the jungle, head up and waving madly. Ben swung around and then went to one knee lifting his rifle and pointing just past him, waiting for the expected rush of a pursuer.

He half turned, but kept his eyes dead ahead. “Emma, Jenny, get in behind the plane.”

He waited as Bellakov crossed the few hundred yards of clear land towards them and the cliff edge. The man rounded the Corsair and skidded to a stop, slamming his back up against the fuselage.

“Fucking monster.” He sucked in and blew out more air before turning to Ben. “Just came out of the jungle. Took Walt.” He sucked in a huge gulp of air. “Nothing I could do.”

“Ah shit.” Ben felt his heart sink. He both liked and needed the man. “Was it chasing you?’

“Yes, no, I don’t know.” Bellakov gulped more air, his eyes round with fear. “I just freaking got the hell out of there.”

Ben checked his gun. “We go after him, he could still be alive.”

“No.” Bellakov reached out and grabbed Ben’s shirt in his fist. “He’s dead.” His mouth set in a grim line for a moment. “No one could have survived what I saw — bit nearly in half.”

Ben lowered his head.

“He was my friend too.” Bellakov squeezed Ben’s arm. “But we have to stay here, stick to the plan. First light, we get out of here.” Bellakov looked at each of them. “Right?”

Emma just stared back from under lowered brows.

“What was it?” Jenny asked.

“What was what?” Bellakov frowned.

“What sort of thing attacked you? Biped, quadruped, snake… something else entirely?” she asked.

“I, I don’t know. It came out of the darkness so fast; didn’t see it clearly.” He put his hands to his face and rubbed hard.

“Well, was it following you? Was there only one?” Jenny’s frown deepened.

“I don’t fucking know!” he shot back at her. “So lay off.”

Ben watched the man closely. He was agitated but seemed evasive. He didn’t doubt something had happened, but he didn’t think Bellakov was the sort of guy to panic and run.

“Okay everyone, this is how it is,” Ben said softly. “We stay here, stay quiet, and stay on guard. It’s going to be a long night, but first thing in the morning, we take off.”

They all agreed; what else could they do? They continued to watch the jungle for another hour, but above the constant background noise of a million insects, the scuttling and rustling, and nightly eat or be eaten sounds, nothing burst from it to charge down at them.

Finally, Ben sat down with his back to the Corsair. The dry metal skin of its fuselage cool compared to the thick night air. The fire they’d started had now been put out, as there was now nothing to cook. So they sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, hungry and miserable. But still alive, Ben thought.

Emma was next to him, and she pulled out her canteen, shook it, and then sipped from it. She nudged him and held it out.

He looked from it to her. “Any backwash?”

She snorted. “Plenty.”

He took it from her. “As long as it’s yours.” He put it to his lips, but only allowed it to wet them, as he knew she’d need her precious fluid a lot more than he would. There was plenty of water in the jungle, but no way was anyone going in to collect it now.

He felt Emma shift a little closer to him. “What do you think our chances are, you know, of making it home?”

One in a hundred, one in a thousand maybe, he thought. He smiled and turned to her and lied. “Good, very good, as long as our luck holds.”

“Okay.” She sighed. “You know, even at school you were always a crap liar.”

He chuckled. “Oh, you wanted the truth; why didn’t you say that?”

She nudged him in the ribs. “Lay it on me.”

He lowered his voice and leaned closer to her. “No doubt, it’s gonna be tough. If the plane even holds together after we tip over the edge, it has to glide. Which is a big ask for an antique that was never designed for that. Then we have to hope that the nose stays up and we’re not coming in so fast that we fly into the ground, or a tree or rock — remember, we have little maneuverability. And, I’m worried about visibility.”

Emma exhaled. “Yeah, I hope that cloud lifts; I’ve never seen the weather act like this.”

“Neither have I; it’s not natural.” Ben frowned. “And it’s getting worse; I keep thinking back to Benjamin’s notebook, and also the carving in the cave — he said this place is can only be seen for a short period, and then… it can’t be. I don’t get it, but he seemed to think he needed to be gone before whatever happened, happened or he’d be stuck here.”

“And then there’s the comet. We seem to have a jigsaw in a million pieces,” Emma agreed. “The interference ruining our communications and GPS, as well as the thick cloud cover. Does that mean it’s invisible now, or it’s harder to find later?” She snorted. “Does it move, sink, become invisible?”

She sighed and sat quietly for a few moments before nudging him again. “Tell me you’ll get me off here.”

He nudged her back. “We can do it.”

Even in the dark, he saw her smile and nod. “That’s the spirit,” he said.

“I was always an optimist.” She leaned on him. “I always knew you’d come back one day; how’s that for optimism? That turned out to be true.”

“Get some rest,” he said.

“Oh yeah, right.” She looked up at him. “I have one more question?”

“What is it?” He looked back down at her.

“How many parachutes do we have?” She laughed softly, and her crooked smile and boldness made his heart swell.

“One for the pilot.” He leaned towards her, and she him. He kissed her, feeling soft lips that were flaky dry. Even after all this time, her hair still smelled of hints of apple shampoo.

“When we get home,” he whispered, “I’m going to take you out for the biggest most expensive dinner you have ever seen in your life.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder. “Yeah, sure, promise a girl anything when she’s trapped on a hidden plateau and might be eaten by monsters.”

Ben put his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry.” He tilted his head back and looked up into dark boiling clouds that now swirled like dirty froth. Lightning moved within them. “We’ll make it.”

“Let’s load ‘em up.” Ben turned and grinned. “Does everyone have their boarding pass?”

“Yep, first class.” Emma grinned and slapped his shoulder.

Ben looked up again and saw that the bilious-looking clouds were now showing a hint of dawn light — it was nearly time. He leaned his head back, thinking through the plan he’d made, but then jerked forward.

“What the hell…?”

It was the vibrations that made him come instantly alert. He carefully extricated himself from Emma and inched up to peer over the Corsair’s tail. It was still dark, but dawn wasn’t far off now.

Bellakov crept up beside him, keeping low and just allowing his eyes to peek over the fuselage. In another few seconds, Jenny and Emma were also aware something was happening.

“I see them,” Bellakov said.

“The size… unbelievable,” Ben whispered.

The animals were around eight feet tall at the shoulder, on four legs that all ended in elephantine stumps with flattened claw-like nails. There were no scales, rather just a pebbled skin with brown and black blotches on their hide. The creature’s heads were bony looking, about two and a half feet in length on long squat necks. All were low to the ground.

“Plant eaters — a herd of them,” Jenny said, breathlessly. “Maybe Unescoceratops or even an Aquilops — see the flat beak-like mouths? Much bigger than I expected.”

“Yeah, I guess everything looks bigger when it has meat on its bones,” Bellakov jibed.

“Well, if they’re happy, then it means there’s nothing that’s worrying them — no predators. So, feel free to stick around, tubby guys,” Emma said

A few of the animals sauntered closer, picking at sparse patches of reed-like grasses as they neared the plateau’s edge. The herd had initially reminded Ben of cattle, but now up close, that impression vanished. Where a cow’s eyes had a mammalian liquid warmth, the small eyes in the large box-like heads of these creatures were like the soulless buttons of a reptile.

They continued to search out the grasses, and Ben noticed that where the team had shifted the Corsair, there was a small stand of the same plant species. And they’d dropped the plane right on top of it.

“If those things get much closer, they might nudge the plane,” he whispered.

“Like hell.” Bellakov lifted his rifle.

“Don’t do that,” Jenny insisted. “They’re basically just giant cattle.”

“Just a little discouragement then — just to the one in front.” Bellakov began to aim.

Ben reached out to lower the man’s muzzle. “Don’t want to bring anything else in for a look-see now, do we?”

“Should we get in the plane?” Emma asked. “Then if it nudges us over, we’ll be ready.”

“Yeah, and what if it nudges the plane and not the rock; we’re liable to be over the edge and hooked up. Dangling like worms on a freaking hook,” Bellakov derided. He pointed with his thumb. “I vote for a single round into the flank. For something that size, it’ll just feel a bee sting.”

Ben turned to Jenny. “Cattle, huh?”

Jenny shrugged. “Sure — big, clumsy, and harmless.”

Ben glanced above them and saw the thick clouds had lightened enough for them to go. “Well then, let’s move these guys out, frontier style.” He got to his feet and took the rifle off his shoulder and handed it to Emma. “When I move these big girls on, we go. Everyone get in the plane and be ready. This should only take me a few minutes.”

“Be careful.” Emma started to rise, but Jenny grabbed at her.

“He knows what he’s doing,” she said and pulled Emma back down.

Ben opened his arms wide and headed towards the nearest colossal beast. “Heeyaa, heyaa!” he waved his arms.

They ignored him and he moved even closer, crossing more of the open ground than he wanted to. More yells, and this time a few of the big heads came up and turned towards him.

The closest beast to him stopped chewing to stare for a few seconds, before going back to working at the tough grass. Obviously deciding he was insignificant, it then moved a few more ponderous steps towards him.

“No, no, not this way, Bertha.” Ben tried again waving even more energetically, and yelled even louder. “Heya-aaaaa!”

He was so close now he could smell them, and they were a mix of methane flatulence, and an odd sweet coffee and wet hair odor. He still had his arms out and was just contemplating his next move, when the closest beast’s head jerked up, and its chewing mouth hung open, grass still protruding. It froze like that. Weirdly, it stared straight ahead, but at nothing.

Ben’s eyebrows drew together and he lowered his arms. The thing had become so motionless it looked like someone had simply flicked its off-switch.

Ben briefly looked over his shoulder to the Corsair; three people were crammed into the cockpit, waiting for him, and he felt their eyes focused on him. He turned back to the herd; strangely, all of them were standing silent and still.

Ben swallowed in a dry mouth and the hair on his neck began to rise — something wasn’t right.

“What’s the matter, girl?” Ben looked from the animal to the dark wall of jungle. He knew that the massive tree trunks, dripping ferns, and strangling vines hid a million eyes. But some were more dangerous than others.

“You can sense something, can’t you?” He started to back up. “Something I can’t.”

One of the largest of the creatures snorted and its head swung to the jungle. Ben could hear the animal taking deep sniffs, and then like a spell had been broken, it squealed and started to run. The herd followed and Ben felt the ground shake beneath his feet.

But what came next made his blood run cold.

The monstrous snake poured out of the jungle like a river of green and brown scales. Ben’s eyes widened as a jolt ran through his body from his toes to his scalp. He was suddenly like all small prey animals in the presence of a large predator — he froze.

Emma tasted bile at the back of her throat as fear made her empty stomach threaten to dry heave on her.

It couldn’t be real, her brain screamed. How could something that huge move so fast, and so silently? The giant snake poured forth, sinuously, all polished scale and muscle; its four-foot-wide diamond-shaped head pointed like an arrow at the panicking beasts.

Ben was frozen to the spot, but the herd’s terror had turned to mad panic and that urged them on to greater speed. They began to split; their goal obviously was to be anywhere that was as far away from the snake as they could get — some stampeded for the jungle, some along the cliff top, and a few toward the plateau edge. Horrifyingly, these were the ones on which the snake turned its unblinking gaze.

Emma felt hypnotized and stared with mouth open as she watched the beasts pick up speed to what they thought might have been safety. They never stopped or even slowed as they neared the cliff. Unfortunately for Ben, that meant they were bearing down on him as well. And the snake followed.

“Ru-uuun!” she screamed, so loud she felt veins pop out on her temples.

Ben finally turned and then sprinted, angling out of the beast’s path. Jenny added her voice, and Janus Bellakov finally hung the barrel of his gun out of the cockpit. He began to fire.

Emma continued to scream and wasn’t sure if Bellakov hit any of the creatures, as it certainly wasn’t making any difference.

The snake continued to pour forth, pausing for a moment as if to select its meal, before shooting forward. The bulky herbivores come to the cliff edge and Emma wasn’t sure if they realised their mistake at the last moment, or just didn’t care, perhaps thinking that going over the edge was preferable to being crushed and then devoured alive.

They didn’t stop or even slow as their huge bulks went over the edge and sailed into space. The snake arrived just seconds too late, and its mouth opened in anticipation, as it must have thought about taking a grab at one of the falling beasts.

“Oh God.” Jenny grabbed at her arm. “This is like what killed Bourke in the cave… a monster.”

Fully out in the open now, Emma could see the colossal size of the reptile — it was about 70 feet in length and as wide around as a small car.

“Ben!” She waved him on.

He continued to sprint toward the plane.

“Stop running,” Jenny whispered.

“Huh?” Emma looked from her to Ben. And then she understood. The diamond-shaped head swung towards him; the snake had lost one meal, and a fleeing creature out in the open immediately presented it with another.

Ben looked over his shoulder, saw it, and then put his head down and accelerated.

“Sto-ooop!”

And then what? she wondered. Dumb idea.

“Ru-uuun!” She knew he had no choice now.

Bellakov continued to fire, and she vaguely only noticed that he wasn’t hitting anything, until she felt the plane lurch.

It hit her hard — the bastard wasn’t firing at the monster, but at the freaking rock. Bellakov was trying to launch without Ben.

“You sonofabitch,” Ben yelled, obviously seeing what the mercenary was trying to do.

Ben looked like he was trying to squeeze every last ounce of speed from his legs, but he began to slow as fatigue must have felt like he was dragging lead weights.

“Stop it,” she yelled at Bellakov and grabbed his collar. She saw that Ben still had too far to go and was never going to make it, and she leaned out to point to the nearest edge of the plateau.

Bellakov ignored her and continued to fire at the rock. Then, to Emma’s horror, she felt the plane begin to slide over the edge.

“Oh, no, no, no.”

Just like Ben had hoped, the plane began to be tugged forward. Bellakov tried to drag forward the ancient canopy over the cockpit but it snagged on something.

Emma felt insane fear and anger and grabbed Bellakov’s collar and shook it, as Jenny screamed in his ear. Emma then began to beat the man with her fists, but all he did was hunker down and grip the controls.

She raged and tore at his hair, pulling clumps out and then dug nails into his face. Emma pulled her handgun free just as Bellakov jerked an elbow back that struck her cheekbone, making her see stars for a moment. When her senses returned, the gun was gone.

She heard Ben’s voice again and saw that he’d finally run out of plateau and was right on the absolute rim. He turned to look at her, once, and only for a moment, before vanishing over the edge.

“No-ooo!” Emma stood up in the cockpit.

“He jumped.” Jenny’s mouth hung open, before she turned, and her expression turned to wide-eyed terror. “Ack.”

Emma spun to look at the woman and then her head snapped around to where she stared.

“Oh God.” The snake’s attention had been dragged to the only thing left moving on the plateau edge — them.

“Come on, you fucker,” she heard Bellakov grunt and start to jerk in his seat as though trying to force the Corsair to move faster.

“Get out.” Emma felt terrible fear run through her as the monstrous snake bore down on them. “Out,” she hissed again, grabbed Jenny’s arm and tugged. But Bellakov whipped out an arm across her chest, holding her in place.

“Sit fucking down!” he screamed.

Jenny looked up at her, her eyes wet. Go, she mouthed.

Time was up; the snake was only a hundred feet away and would cross the distance to them in seconds. The plane began to tilt.

Jenny fought with Bellakov, the plane was going over, and the snake was there. Emma looked to where Ben had jumped. She made up her mind and leapt from the tipping plane.

Ben had seen the narrow ledge only five feet down — it may take his weight and it may not. He had no choice; he jumped down. It held.

After a few moments, he began to hear the screams of the two women. Please, not them, was all he thought, as he looked up over the edge.

The snake closed in on the sliding Corsair and he saw a figure leap free on the opposite side, roll on the ground and then scramble away on her belly — it was Emma!

Ben raised his hand to wave as the plane reached the plateau rim. Emma belly-crawled toward him, and he helped her over the ledge, as the snake’s massive head shot out on its coiled neck and caught the rear of the plane.

“Jenny.” Emma sunk down. “Oh God.”

Jenny’s scream was like a siren, and the sound of gunfire was continuous. Even though the snake was basically a 70-foot pipe of solid muscle, it still couldn’t hang onto the entire weight of the Corsair, and its body began to slide. Self-preservation kicked in, and it opened its mouth, releasing its prey.

Ben couldn’t tear his eyes away. The Corsair had been hanging straight down. The rock slingshot had detached, but the intervention of the snake had meant they didn’t get any upward-forward lift.

The plane had no hope of getting into any sort of glide formation and would drop like a rock. As he watched, he saw a single figure clamber out from the cockpit canopy, and make a leap for the cliff wall. But the falling plane meant whoever it was never stood a chance. The Corsair and the body fell into oblivion.

“Jenny!” Emma screamed, and Ben put a hand over her mouth.

The monstrous snake watched the objects fall for a moment more, then an arm-thick forked tongue slid out to taste the air. It then began to coil back on itself, still tasting the air, as though searching for more interesting scents. Its huge head began to swing around. Ben eased both of them down.

He remembered what Walt had told him: big snakes could see your body heat. And even the top of a head peeking over a cliff edge might warrant an investigation from a hungry alpha predator.

Emma covered her face with her hands and began to sob. “You’re alive,” he whispered, and then put an arm around her and drew her in close. He then tried to force them both hard up against the cliff wall. With the other arm, he held his pitiful hunting knife pointed up at the cliff edge and stared towards the lip, watching, and waiting.

Minutes passed.

Then more minutes.

Ben wasn’t sure exactly how long he waited, but curiosity was now gnawing at him. He tried to reach out with his senses, listening, smelling, or even feeling for vibrations in the stone. But he couldn’t detect anything, and the wind around them was picking up, and with it came a continuous howl as it rushed up over the rim.

At last, he couldn’t take it anymore, and he started to rise up. Emma grabbed at him and stared with wide eyes.

“Don’t.”

“Can’t stay here forever.” He lifted her hand free and squeezed it for a moment, before continuing to rise up.

When Ben got to the lip, he turned his head sideways, allowing just one eye to ease over the edge fractions of an inch at a time. At last, he was able to see.

He lifted a little more, letting his eyes dart left and right — there was no sign of the snake — nothing.

The bare rocky ground in front of the jungle was empty. Ben stared hard into that veil of green, trying to see in past the first lines of massive tree trunks, tree ferns, and huge tongue-like fronds. His neck prickled as his mind told him nothing was there, his eyes confirmed it, but his animal senses screamed a warning.

“Is it there?” Emma whispered.

“Can’t see it.” He reached down to grab her. “Come up and add your eyes. See if you can spot anything in the jungle I’m missing.”

She exhaled and then rose up beside him, basically climbing his body. She peeked over the edge.

“Jenny,” she squeaked.

“Didn’t make it,” Ben replied. He remembered seeing only one person get out, but then the body fall away into the misty void.

“It’s just us now,” she said softly.

“I know,” he added.

“We’re stuck here.” Emma slumped back down and drew her legs up to her chest.

“If there’s a way down, we’ll find it.” Ben turned down to her. “We can’t stay here.”

“Why not? I feel safe here.” She looked up at him, her eyes wet. “Where will we go anyway?”

Ben sighed and stared out at the now swirling mist. The sun was rising, and hopefully it would lift the fog-like veils that were still hanging over them. He also expected that the ever-present cloud would rise and then the jungle floor over 1,000 feet below them would be laid out like a green carpet. He knew that Emma wouldn’t find being on the cliff ledge so pleasant then when vertigo kicked in.

But she did pose the killer question — where exactly would they go? And if they couldn’t get down, what then? Benjamin said they’d be trapped, so do they plan a life of living native up here? How long did he think they’d survive, weeks, days, hours?

But he remembered his military training; giving up was the mind killer. And that was something he’d never allow to happen. He crouched down beside her.

“We go back to where we came up. After all, we never fully explored the area; there might be another way into the tube we climbed up in, or another tube altogether.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “We don’t exactly have anything else to do.”

His stomach grumbled, and he realised he hadn’t eaten in so long, he’d forgotten what food tasted like. They could last days without food, but far less without water. But they needed both for energy and morale. Besides, if they did need to move quickly, the last thing they needed was to be fatigued.

“Come on; we forage as we go.”

“Jenny said things could be poisonous,” she muttered.

“We gotta take risks now, and be prepared to eat things… raw.” He grinned, hoping to lift her spirits. “Live things.”

She was having none of it. “We’re in hell.”

“At least we’re in hell together.” He half smiled.

She made a small sound in her throat. “Yeah, I guess.” She looked up. “Hey, were you always an optimist?’

He looked at her, thinking about the question for a moment.

“You know what? I did two tours in Afghanistan, one in Western Syria and a few skirmishes in some Iraqi provinces. I’ve fought hand-to-hand, with a gun, knife, and fist and boot. And I’ve been in some damn dirty hellholes.” He half smiled. “In every one of those times, I knew I could die, but I always expected I wouldn’t. Call it will to live, expectations of a higher purpose, luck or optimism, I just never surrendered then, and I won’t now… and I won’t let you now either.”

Ben held out his hand. “Sometimes you gotta fight to win.”

She smiled as she took his hand. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that.”

Together, they peeked back over the rim again. It was now 10 in the morning and dust devils spun on the cliff edge. But there was nothing else.

“Is it safe?” Emma asked. “I can’t see anything moving.”

“I’d prefer if there was,” Ben said. “Just one little beastie eating grass, without a care in the world.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” She exhaled.

“Well.” He pulled in a cheek. “Here’s a dumb question; when I asked you to take care of my gun, did it go in the Corsair?”

She groaned. “Yes.”

“Okay, thought so.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter; we still have a couple of pistols; they should at least dissuade any pursuers.”

“Ah, about that.” She grimaced.

He slowly turned to her, his eyebrows up.

“I dropped it. When the snake was coming for you, I pulled it out, but it all got crazy real quick, and it got knocked out of my hand.” She gave him a gritted smile.

“In the plane as well, huh?” He grinned.

She nodded. “I’m sorry.” Her voice was small.

“What? Don’t be. You made it out, and to me that’s all that matters.” He lifted her hand, looking deep into her eyes. “I give you my word I will never rest until I’ve got you home, okay?”

“And I’ll never rest until we’re both back at Ricky’s Ribs having a cold beer.” Emma sucked in a huge shuddering breath and then nodded. “We got this.”

“You bet we have.” Ben looked back over the edge towards his right-hand side of the clearing in the direction where they first came in. “You see that pile of rocks over there?”

She followed his gaze. “Yeah.”

“That’s where we’re headed — we go fast and low. Ready?” He looked into her eyes, seeing fear and fatigue, but also determination.

“When you are.” She placed her hands on the cliff lip.

“Let’s do it.” Ben went up and over the lip. His gun was held loosely in his hand and his shoulders were down. He turned but Emma didn’t need his help, leaping up with ease and jogging beside him.

Ben tried to keep himself between her and the jungle, as they ran fast to the rocky outcrop. He couldn’t help but turn to the dense green wall as his imagination conjured huge diamond-shaped heads and jewel-like eyes in amongst the fern fronds, coiled around massive moss-covered tree trunks or hanging from the overhead canopy.

In another few seconds, they were at the rocks with their backs pressed hard to them. Ben breathed in hard, the humid air thick in their throats, and he had to spit grit that was being flung around by the now swirling wind.

Emma leaned back on the rocks and rubbed at her eyes. She squinted. “Shit, sorry, bit light-headed.”

“Don’t worry, me too. We’ve used up our energy stores; we need food and water — food soon, and water now.” He looked over the boulders, and then along the plateau edge to the next place of cover. “We left a lot of stuff behind after the explosion — maybe damaged, but we’ll take what we can get. Might even be some weapons.”

She snorted. “Let’s dream big; we’re also going to find another way down, right?” She grinned. “So let’s hurry.”

He kissed her, grabbed her hand, sighted on his next coverage target, and ran. And then ran to the next, and the next after that. The trip took over an hour, and only a few times the jungle reached the edge of the plateau, or the rocks looked unstable and they were forced to detour inland.

On the way, they passed various creatures, mostly bovine-like herbivores, with serpentine necks and vacuous eyes, or a few smaller carnivores that stared with a fox’s cunning and followed them for a while. Only once did Ben have to throw a few rocks at their pursuers.

Finally, they crouched behind a tree trunk that measured twenty feet around, and its towering branches disappeared up into the roiling clouds. Just past some fallen trees was the scattered debris from the grenade explosion.

“Did that only happen two days ago?” Emma whispered.

“Yeah, I know, seems a lifetime.” Ben could see the place where he had stood, by himself, as the first person out of the cave. He’d remembered being in a state of awe and wonder at the massive jungle.

“We underestimated it, didn’t we?” Emma looked up at him.

“Yeah, yeah we did.” He let his eyes travel over the strewn debris. “In my military training, it’s drilled into us to never underestimate an enemy. I did it big time.”

“No.” She grabbed his arm and tugged on it. “This place isn’t our enemy; it’s just that we don’t belong here.”

“You’re so right,” Ben said. “And if Benjamin somehow made it down in 1908, then that’s the riddle that we need to solve. But first, we need supplies… any supplies — there.” He motioned with his head and crept forward.

In amongst the strewn debris of rocks from the cave, they could see Bourke’s backpack, burned up and torn open. The man’s pack once held a few rations, but these were gone and not even the foil wraps of his protein bars remained.

The bloody remains of the man had also vanished, and it even looked as if the rags of flesh and the blood splatters had been licked clean from the rocks.

They wandered through the debris and Emma found an unopened water bottle, and together they shared a few sips.

“Looks like we weren’t the only ones seeking out the supplies,” Emma said, tucking the bottle into a thigh pocket.

“Yeah, damn.” Ben sighed. “Nothing much salvageable.” He dropped the remains of the backpack. “C’mon, let’s look for another entrance.”

Together, they walked along the front of the collapsed cave mouth. There were a few deeper holes, but they either ended after a few feet, or were far too narrow to allow even Emma’s slim body to slide into.

Emma crouched staring in longingly. “Could we maybe widen it somehow?”

Ben crouched beside her. “We’d need equipment, or at least heavy tools… and a few weeks. The rock here is too dense and all we’ve got is a few hunting knives and our bare hands.”

“So no.” Emma found a rock and sat down, her hands on her knees. “Getting late.”

Thunder cracked and made her cringe. Ben’s head swung around, but he couldn’t see where the storm front was. In fact, it seemed like it had come from all around them. The wind was a constant now, and Emma had to hold the hair back from one side of her face.

“What the hell was that?” Her teeth were gritted.

“Dry storm maybe. Like you said, we’re gonna need shelter soon.” Ben reached up to wipe a sleeve across his damp brow. The constant perspiring was another way they were being drained, and meant they needed to take more water in than was going out.

“Just remember, Benjamin got down, somehow. And he didn’t climb back into the temple.”

“These tabletop mountains are riddled with caves,” she replied. “From the top, bottom, and sides. He must have found another one that took him down.” Emma rubbed both hands up through her hair, the sweat making it stay slicked back for a moment even in the wind.

Ben sat down beside her, and she turned to him.

“I don’t get it. These things up here; all these monsters. Why aren’t they down there, in the jungle? I mean, if Benjamin was able to climb up and down, and the ancient Pemon Indians, why don’t these things get down? Why isn’t the jungle overrun with them — not exactly too many predators to challenge them?”

“Maybe they have.” Ben turned to her. “In Benjamin’s notebook, he talks about coming across the body of a large animal at the foot of the plateau, dead, but there was something alive inside it that the natives killed. He thought it might have fallen… now, I think he was right.” He picked up a small stick and then started to doodle in the sand at their feet.

“But when I was doing research before we came down here, I read about an ancient Amazon legend. Every country has them.” He half smiled. “Remember, we’ve got Bigfoot, Scotland’s got Nessie, and in the Congo, they even have their own local dinosaur legend called a Mokele Mbembe.”

But in this place, there is something called a Yacumama; means mother of the river. It’s supposed to be a monstrous snake that eats people whole.”

“Don’t remind me.” Emma shuddered, and then looked up. “You think they’re down there already?”

“Maybe. I don’t know anymore.” He sighed. “I wish Jenny was here; she’d know more. But if you remember, she told us about that fossil they found in a coal mine in Colombia, it was a giant snake called a Titanoboa. Colombia is real close, so this thing lived right here, so it makes sense.”

She shook her head. “I just think that if these things are here 365 days a year, then there should be more evidence. Nature has a weird way of getting out, up, off and down, from any confine.”

“Hmm.” Ben had wondered about that himself. He looked down and saw that he had drawn a long coiling body in the sand. He quickly wiped it away. Jenny had told him that the monstrous snake was alive at the time of the dinosaurs, but outlived them by another 10 million years. How?

Jenny had thought the massive snakes were alpha-alpha predators and fed on dinosaurs. They were the ultimate survivor and with a body that was so heavily muscled, they gave off a lot of heat and so could live through periods of cooling — there was no reason for them to go extinct. Emma was right; why weren’t there more of them down on the jungle floor?

Emma picked up a handful of small stones and began to flick them from her palm. “I can’t see the jungle anymore.” She scoffed. “Is it even still down there?”

Ben sat back. The cloud hadn’t lifted as he expected, and the weird thick clouds swirled like they were in the centre of a bath and the water was draining down the plughole. Except it all seemed to be being drawn towards them, and then upwards into the sky. Ben looked up; there was nothing but a boiling ceiling of clouds there too.

“So, we need to find the canoes and travel along those rivers again. If they’re still there.” Emma laughed bitterly. “If we get down.”

“When we get down.” He smiled back at her, trying to radiate a confidence he didn’t feel.

Emma stood and held out a hand. He took it and she groaned as she helped in hauling his 225-pound frame to his feet.

“Then we search along the plateau edge — further down.” She turned to look back in at the dark foreboding jungle just in from them. Mist twined in and around the trunks and dripping fronds. “Besides, I don’t exactly feel like going back in there yet.”

Ben felt a little lightheaded and knew the search for food and water would eventually drive them in whether they liked it or not. “Let’s just remember what Jenny told us; things live in caves.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Oh, so you’re saying we should be careful?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, right, I didn’t need to say that, did I?”

Emma watched Ben walking a little in front of her. His broad shoulders and large frame were carried lightly. The man knew what he was doing, and he chose to walk between her and the jungle as a shield. She knew that too.

She smiled. She always liked him, and him coming back had made her heart dance with excitement, anticipation, and the promise of something good. Her Joie de vivre had vanished and she just wished now that when they all sat around talking about searching for the missing notebook, she had stopped them at that. There had been multiple opportunities along the way, and she had ignored them all, allowing her curiosity to override her judgement.

Maybe it’s her fault, she thought darkly. Maybe she had urged Ben to go along with the adventure as a way to keep him interested and not leave town. Great plan, and now there was just the two of them, and instead of them sitting home together or in some bar and grill having cold beers and ribs, they were stuck in some prehistoric hell.

Emma looked at the roll of his shoulders again; the raw power of the man made her feel safe. She imagined what it would be like if he was gone — she’d be soon dead, and she probably wouldn’t even care. But while he was alive, more than anything she wanted to be alive too.

They came to a stream that had pooled at the plateau edge. It poured over the lip and an updraft brought a veil of water mist back up at them. At its center, the swimming pool-sized pond looked quite deep, and more interestingly, they saw darting fish there.

Ben looked to the plateau edge, and then back to the jungle. “We’re going to have to re-enter the jungle here. Not sure I want to take my chance wading out into that water without knowing what else is living in there.”

Emma nodded. “I don’t think it’s big enough for some big beast to live in. But I guess a lot of little things with too many teeth is just as bad.”

Ben took one last glance at the jungle before staring into the water. “One thing’s for sure, we are at least going to try and catch some of the fish.” He looked along the pool edge and saw where there were some marshy edges closer to where the jungle started.

He took a last look at the pool’s center and then sucked in a breath. “Okay, I’m going to wade into the shallows, and try and coax some of those babies into the reeds. And that’s where you’ll be waiting for an ambush.”

“I’m so hungry, I’ll grab ‘em like a bear — with my teeth.” Emma grinned. She quickly found a six-foot-long stick, and drew her knife to knock the end into a spear shape. She held it up to examine.

“Ready, Tarzan?” Ben grinned.

“That’s Jane to you.” She nodded and then nodded towards the water. “Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Ben waded in, pulling his knife, just in case something decided he was on the menu rather than vice versa.

The water wasn’t that clear, and he felt a gravel-like bottom under his feet. Clumps of weed and water grasses were becoming sparser the deeper he went. Silver torpedo shapes shot past him, one, two, and then another. Several were now between him and the reeds — just where he wanted them.

He took one last look at the deeper area of the pool and then started to turn, holding his arms out, as if herding cattle.

“Come on, guys, in you go.”

Ben could see out in front of him some of the shapes moving into the shallower water where the reeds poked up, and Emma waited with her sharp stick poised.

There came a splash from behind him, and he spun — at the center of the pond, something lumped and a V-shape started to head towards him.

“Ah, shit.” He began to back up, his knife ready.

Ben half turned. “How you doin’ there, Emma?” He continued to back away from the deeper water, his eyes fixed on the surface.

There was silence, and he wanted to turn, but knew that there was something in the water that might be a lot bigger than the fish… and it was making its way toward him.

“Emm?” Ben tightened his grip on his blade. “Emma?”

There was the sound of splash behind him, and then: “Ha!”

He continued to back up, as there came a sound of wet flapping. “Got one; a beauty.”

“Then I’m outta here.” He turned and started to run with high-legged strides out of the water. He saw that Emma was already moving up onto the dry bank with a fish flapping on the end of her stick.

When he got to the shallows he spun, just in time to see something the size and shape of a dolphin angle away, the water lumping as it turned,

“Jesus.” He blew air through his lips. “This place.”

He crossed to Emma who had already placed the fish on a rock and was using a knife to push it off the stick. She then pinned it down, holding it ready for him to work on. “Careful; looks a bit like a catfish, and I think there’s spines behind its head and gills.” She looked up, brows raised. “Anyone for Cajun-style blackened catfish?”

“I’m thinking more, catfish, sashimi style.” Ben reached forward. “Hold that sucker down.” He began to slice the fillets from it, laying them out on the dry rock. The blood ran down, and he immediately became concerned that the odor might attract the hunters.

“We need to be quick.” He stuffed a bit in his mouth. It was cold, muddy tasting, and he suddenly remembered why he liked sushi — because he used to drench it in salty soy sauce — not because he liked raw fish.

He chewed the meat from the tough skin and spat that out. “I’ve had better.”

Emma lifted a slice and held it over her mouth, winked at him, and then popped it in. She closed her eyes as she chewed and after a while removed the tough skin from her mouth.

She then smacked her lips. “Right now, just about anything would taste good.”

Ben turned. “It’s a good place to fish. As long as we don’t go out too far.” He nodded towards the pond. “Something out there got a little too curious. We should get this down quickly, fill up our canteens, and then head off before something else catches the scent of blood.”

“Yeah.” She nodded and popped another piece of fish into her mouth.

In another few seconds, the fish was gone, and Ben lifted the head with a string of bones attached and tossed it out into the center of the pool. Almost immediately there was a surge from a few different places as whatever was in there converged on the still-bleeding remains.

Ben then tossed sand and gravel up onto the bloody rock, but his hands were still sticky and smelled of fish.

“Let’s wash our hands and get moving.”

There was no way they could wade through the pool, and it extended right to the plateau edge so the only way forward was to follow the stream up into the jungle until they found a place shallow enough to cross. They had no choice but to enter the jungle depths.

Ben crept forward, and his feet squelched in a particularly muddy area. The tree roots were now growing mangrove-like up on stilt-like roots to try and stop their trunks drowning in the soaked landscape.

Unfortunately, the further they went, the more the river deepened and when he peered up along the water course, he saw it wasn’t getting any better further in. In fact, the jungle seemed more tangled, darker, and primordial, turning into a marshy bog-land.

Swarms of tiny black flies nipped at them and created a constant background whine in their ears.

“I don’t like it,” he whispered.

“I stopped liking it days back,” Emma responded softly. She nudged him. “Look.”

He followed her gaze. Underneath the stilt-like roots of a massive tree was a mound of rounded objects that looked like off-white river stones. Ben craned his neck, frowning at first as his mind tried to sort them into something recognizable.

They were each about two feet long, not round or oval, more oval-but-stretched like giant vitamin capsules.

“They look like leather,” Emma murmured.

“Yeah, like big, rubber footballs.” His memory nagged at him. “They remind me of something. I feel like I’ve…” Then his mind jumped back to a Congolese jungle mission from ten years back where his squad came across a python clutch — the massive snake had laid its eggs in a nest, and they looked the same — except less than about one-quarter of the size.

Mother of the river, he remembered as they stood on the edge of the water. He suddenly felt like he received an electric shock.

“Oh shit.” He grabbed Emma and started to drag her back the way they’d come.

“What?” She frowned as she backed up.

“Snake eggs,” he choked out and dragged her faster.

Emma gasped and her eyes widened. She turned and started to burrow through the mad, green tangle of vines, but Ben held on.

“Slowly… silently,” he whispered.

Ben tried to see everywhere at once, and he felt his neck tingle. There were just too many places that they could be ambushed from.

He held onto Emma, slowing her, but his mind kept screaming at him to run, and his legs wanted to obey.

He had to let Emma go so he could burrow a path for them through the thick tangle of vines, creepers, and fleshy fronds. His neck continued to prickle, but he needed to force himself to slow down — he’d seen the way the snake had been attracted by movement, so a couple of soft and warm bipeds, moving fast, would have drawn attention from any snake for hundreds of feet.

There was a crash behind him, and Ben swung back, gun up. But it was only Emma who had slipped and fallen to the ground. She grimaced and shook a hand she had just grazed against a rock.

“I’m okay.” She rubbed it against her chest.

They arrived back at the stream, still deep, and Ben stared, weighing up the risks. “Damn it, we go for it; it’s as shallow and narrow here as anywhere else.” He steeled himself. “Follow me.”

He gritted his teeth, gripped the knife, and headed in. The jungle was dark here, and it meant the water was like ink.

“Ah, Jesus.” He immediately sank to his waist and his boots were sucked into the ooze on the bottom. His testicles shriveled from fear.

Emma was right behind him, right behind him, and she hung onto his shirt so close he felt her body continually bumping into his. He edged forward, keeping his arms and shoulders high, trying to see everywhere at once.

Ben felt his nerves tightening, and he kept waiting for the monstrous diamond-shaped head to rise up from below — Mother of the Water, Mother of the Water — he wished his mind would shut the hell up.

He placed his boot on something that wriggled out from under his foot, and a jolt of fear and revulsion shot through him. Thankfully, it squirmed away and didn’t come back to take a piece out of his leg.

In another few moments, he put his foot on a rock, and then another, and then the stream was shallowing out as they reached the other side.

“Jesus.” He felt a surge of relief but didn’t slow. He reached back to grab Emma and kept tugging her with him as he entered the jungle. But it was only for a short distance, as he knew they needed to follow the stream back to find the plateau edge again.

Ben held Emma’s hand now, and she gripped his hard. He wanted to live and wanted her to live more than anything he had ever wanted in his life.

We can make it, he told himself. They had to.

The massive snake, a female Titanoboa, was 70 feet long and four foot wide at its girth. It wasn’t a dinosaur, but one of the largest true land reptiles that ever lived on the planet, and ever would.

It slid along the jungle floor, pouring around tree trunks and over the top of ferns. Its hunt had been unsuccessful, and its hunger now gnawed away at it.

It would return to its clutch to check on the eggs, but then take another scout of its territory. There was always game, and if need be, it could hunt the creatures in the rivers and pools as well.

The reptile returned to the riverbank, and its tongue continued to flick in and out tasting the air. It froze — there was something different — something that it had never sensed before.

Its muscles coiled, expecting a challenge or threat. Even the biggest hunters knew to avoid something of its size, but they may have come looking for its eggs.

It tasted the air again, only just picking up the faint odors of the creature’s exhalations, and there was something else.

It poured forward, coming to a rock at the stream edge and lowering its head. There were traces of blood. Its tongue shot out faster and faster, and actually dipped into the scraping. Its mind gathered the information and formed an image, and then a direction.

The things had dared to invade its territory. But the scent also excited its digestion and once again its hunger flared.

The huge diamond-shaped head swung around. And then like a molten river of scales and muscle, it forged forward, flowing across the river in seconds.

CHAPTER 33

Comet P/2018-YG874, designate name Primordia, was now arcing away from the third planet to the sun to continue on its eternal elliptical voyage around our solar system.

Its magnetic presence that had dragged at the planet’s surface and even distorted the very air was lessening in intensity by the seconds and in just a few more hours would vanish completely.

The clock was ticking down, and soon there would be another 10 years of calm over the jungle mountaintops of the Venezuelan Amazon jungle.

CHAPTER 34

Thirty minutes later, Ben and Emma emerged back out onto the plateau’s edge, this time on the opposite side of the pond and stream. They wasted no time making their way along its edge, heading east.

The wind seemed to come from everywhere at once, oddly drawing from the plateau edge and up into the sky. Ben looked out over the rim and saw that the jungle below was beginning to become visible, but was indistinct — not just from the usual cloud haze, but this time it seemed a little oily and distorted, as if he was looking at it through a dirty or warped window. He ignored it for now, putting it down to fatigue. Besides, he thought, they had enough to worry about.

He looked over his shoulder. “How you doin’?”

Emma nodded. “Good.” She smiled back, squinting from the grit in the maelstrom. Ben saw she had dirt smudged on her forehead and cheek, her eyes were rimmed and watered, her shirt was torn, and there was dried blood on one of her hands. In the other, she held her hunting knife, backwards, dagger style. She looked tiny, tired, but still full of bravado. Ben knew he loved her then. And would fight and die to keep her alive.

They came to a broad patch of vacant ground where the jungle seemed to have been pulled back but was matted with some type of creeper that had thick rope-like tendrils running across it.

In amongst them, Ben noticed bulbous fruit-like things and used his blade to cut one free. Emma wandered a little closer to the cliff edge.

Ben lifted the fruit to his ear and shook it — something rattled inside like dry seeds. He lifted his knife and sliced the fruit in half, trying to be careful not to get too much sap or juice on his hands. He knew that it might be toxic, but his mouth watered, and at this point, he was prepared to take a risk.

His blade struggled to cut the fibrous bulb to begin with, but then it cracked through and the thing broke in half.

“Gak!” He flung it away and stood shaking his hands — the thing hadn’t been fruit at all, but some sort of insect egg. Hundreds of spindly, multi-legged monstrosities burst free running in all directions, and the ones that escaped now sought hiding places, under the vines, under the bulbs, and up on his legs. He started to dance and back away.

“How’s dinner looking?” Emma chuckled wearily.

Ben shook his hands and stomped his feet to shake off the bugs. “Well…” He shook his arms again. “Fruit’s off the menu.”

“Hey, look.” Emma crouched, cleared away some soil and gravel, and lifted an old revolver. She shook it and then blew dust from it. “Looks old; heavy.” She held it up, sighting along it, and then crossed to him.

Ben could see that the long-barreled gun was brown with age with rotating cartridge cylinders and wooden inserts on the grip. She held it out and he took it from her.

“Wow.” He immediately saw the imprint. “It’s a Colt; gotta be over a hundred years old if it’s a day.” He looked into the cartridge chambers and saw they were empty. He tried to break it open, but it was fused closed.

Ben knew immediately it was the sort of weapon someone would have possessed back in 1908. He slowly looked up at her.

She met his eyes. “Benjamin?”

He nodded and turned to the cliff edge. “He was here.” He flinched as a wave of grit was hurled into his face. He spat some out. “And the gun being empty tells me that he wasn’t at the start of his expedition.”

“This might be where he ended up.” Emma turned back to the plateau edge. “And if this is where he ended up; then this is where he was… before he got down.”

Emma held a hand up to her eyes, squinting. The wind was getting stronger, whipping the hair madly across her face. She had to plant her legs wide to keep her balance. Thunder exploded around them, but it remained dry.

“What the hell is going on? Is this a storm brewing?” She looked up.

Ben followed her gaze; the clouds above them looked ominous, but were now swirling and somehow pulling up at the center.

“That’s all we goddamn need.” He tucked the old gun into his belt.

“What do we do?” Emma stood with her legs braced. “Find shelter?”

“No, I think we’re outta time.” Ben gritted his teeth. “Benjamin was here, right here, over a hundred years ago, and something important happened. Let’s look around; there might be some clue as to what he did next, or where he went.”

Ben squinted as the wind became like a living thing, picking up debris and hurling it at the pair. There was a howling all around them, which masked the noise they made, but also hid the sound of the jungle behind them.

Emma headed to the plateau edge, and Ben walked closer to the jungle. He was looking for anything that might indicate a cave opening, a passage, some carved notes, or any sign or signal from his ancestor.

A big arrow carved into a rock would be good, Benjamin old boy. He snorted at the thought, but kept sweeping the ground with his gaze. There were many rocky outcrops here, and the vine-covered ground hid multiple lumps, bumps, and depressions in the tepui’s skin, but so far, nothing that dropped below a few feet.

Emma got to the plateau’s edge, and stood with her legs braced staring down for a moment. He watched her as she crouched down and started to pull on something on the cliff edge. Then she got right down on her belly and edged forward, looking over the precipice.

“What’re you doing?” he yelled over the top of the wind. She didn’t hear, so he cupped his mouth. “Hey, what’re you doing?”

She half rolled. “I thin… cave dow… there.”

Many of her words were lost to the wind but he got the gist. He grinned and gave her a thumbs up. “How far down?”

She smiled back. “I’m a climber… for me… not far… all… but y…” She shrugged and turned back over.

The wind screamed around them, and the temperature began to drop. He had to throw an arm up as a vicious spray of sand and gravel whipped his face. When Ben lowered it, for some reason the hair on his neck began to prickle.

He slowly turned.

The massive Titanoboa snake flowed towards the plateau edge. Small animals screamed away from its path, recognizing one of the alpha predators of the land, probably hoping that they weren’t in its sights as a meal that day.

The reptile slowed as it came to the jungle edge, just before the open ground. Its tongue flickered as it spotted the two small creatures it had been pursuing. Their body heat made them flare red and it tasted the air, catching their scent.

It edged forward some more, this time right up to a line of heavy fern fronds that created a border between the dense jungle and open ground. It rose up, its massive diamond-shaped head now over a dozen feet from the jungle floor. The snake was a muddy brown with a slight green tiger stripe and when it remained motionless, its camouflage rendered it almost invisible.

Two glass-like lidless eyes focused on the pair, and an arm-thick forked tongue flickered out — the taste of blood came from the one closer to the edge — it chose that one first.

The Titanoboa’s massively muscled body coiled, readying itself for the ambush attack.

The swirling air, the flying grit and debris, and the roar of the wind, all of them seemed to fall into a void as Ben straightened.

He’d had the sensation before in the deserts of Syria; he’d led a mission in to get in behind enemy lines and find and destroy an ammunition store. On that night, there was no moon, and they had their quad night-vision goggles in place, the eerie four lenses and their armor making the Special Forces operatives look robotic and inhuman.

The advantage of night vision technology was it used any available light by amplifying it but turning everything a ghoulish green. That night, the desert had been flat and still, and Ben had that same feeling then as he did now.

Back then, he’d waved everyone down, and switched to thermal — and then he saw them — the spider holes, all around them, and in the slit of each of the trapdoors the tiny flare of body heat.

And they had walked right in amongst them.

Of the eight mission team members he walked in with, only four of them walked out. Instincts and overwhelming firepower had saved their lives that night.

But now Ben had the same gut feeling as that fateful night. And this time, all he had was a knife and a 100-year old Colt revolver.

Ben turned slowly, carefully scanning the jungle edge. Even though the wind howled around him, he felt like he was in a vacuum as he stared hard into the jungle. He was trained to pick out even the most inconspicuous discrepancies, furtive movements, and even myriad forms of camouflage. But they were all built around the human form.

It was the tiny flickering of the tongue he saw first — not coming from something near the ground, but over a dozen feet in the air. He traced the movement back to its source, and only when he concentrated could he pick out the enormous snake. Its camouflage was so perfect that even if it were only a few feet from them he still would have missed it.

Horrifyingly, he saw that it wasn’t watching him, but its unblinking gaze was riveted, arrow-like, on Emma who was forty feet from him and still crouching at the plateau’s edge.

“Emma.” Ben gripped the blade so hard his knuckles popped. He gritted his teeth, wanting to keep his movements to a minimum and also keep watch on the snake, but he knew she’d never hear him.

Fuck it, he thought, and yelled: “Emma!”

“What…?” She half turned, holding a thick vine in her hand. “Hey… think… found… something.” Her words were still being blown away as she rose to her feet, dragging some of the vine with her. “… goes all the way… edge… like rope.” She straightened hanging on to it. “… I bet… used it to climb down… cave…”

Like liquid, the monster snake glided forward a few feet. Ben could see that it had singled Emma out and its focus was intense. This close, its size scared the shit out of him — it seemed made of solid muscle, inevitable and unstoppable. The thing was more a force of nature than an adversary.

How fast could it move? he wondered. Snakes were fast, but not as fast as a running person. But that was a normal-sized snake; this thing could potentially outpace them in seconds.

Ben looked from one side to the other, seeking options. From the corner of his eye, he saw Emma finally turn to him, and her expression fell away as she must have seen his intense stare and then followed his gaze. She dropped the vine and froze.

“Oh Jesus, no.” Her shoulders hiked and her hands came up in front of her as if pushing it away. “B… B… Ben?”

He quickly looked towards her. She had the cliff edge behind her, and the snake in front of her. He bet if she ran left or right, the monster would run her down in a blink.

Emma started to back up.

You sonofabitch, he thought. I’m bigger; why aren’t you focusing on me?

“Hey!” he yelled at it. “Hey-hey!” He waved his arms.

The snake’s head swung towards him.

“Stop that!” Emma screamed.

Her yell brought the thing’s head back to her. This time, it began to shoot towards her, far too fast for something of its size. Even from where Ben stood, he saw Emma’s eyes go wide.

“Ru-uuun!” she screamed to him as she turned to the cliff edge, got down on her belly, and started to back herself over the lip. The monstrous snake flowed towards her.

Ben could feel the grind of gravel beneath his feet as the thousands of pounds of reptile bore down on Emma.

“Hey, you sonofabitch.” Ben ran at it, scooping up a fist-sized rock and launching it at the draft-horse thick body. It struck the metallic looking scales, hard, and simply bounced away.

Ben felt his stomach flip as he watched Emma struggle on the cliff edge. The thought of what she was trying to do made him feel giddy. She was a good climber, but the wind now brutally sucked up over the cliff edge, and her hair whipped around her face, making her eyes useless.

The snake was only a few dozen feet from her when Ben got to its tail, raised a boot, and stomped down hard — nothing. He chased it for a moment, and then grabbed on — it was like trying to stop a runaway Mack truck and his feet slid on the ground with the snake not even noticing his efforts.

Emma looked up. There was just her head, shoulders, and fingertips above the lip. For a brief moment, her eyes met Bens, and then she grabbed one of the vines and dropped from sight.

The snake’s head lunged forward, slamming down hard on the cliff edge, and continuing on, beginning to follow her over the edge. Its massively heavy, 70-foot-long body slid across the cliff edge, grinding and severing the vines.

“No-ooo!” Ben picked up a huge rock with both hands, strained every muscle in his body to raise it above his head, and then he slammed it down on the tail, hoping to stop the snake picking Emma off the cliff wall, or wherever she was perched.

The rock crunched down on the tail tip, denting the armored scales. He finally got its attention — the snake’s head jerked around to him.

Good, he thought.

And then: Oh, fuck no.

He started to run.

CHAPTER 35

Emma had seen the cave mouth about fifty feet down when she had leaned out over the plateau edge. The vines hanging down were thick, strong, and fibrous enough to provide good handholds — as a climber, she could do it easily. She bet Ben wouldn’t have any trouble either.

She bet her last dollar that if Ben’s ancestor went anywhere, it was into that damn cave.

She had to shut her eyes as a tornado of debris was now spinning around them. With her eyes pressed to slits, she looked down towards the jungle floor — it was blurred as though there was a veil of gauze hanging in front of it.

Emma went back to examining the cliff face — not just sheer, but leaning outwards, without even a handhold — even as an experienced climber, she knew that she’d only be able to scale down with the vine.

Over the screaming howl of the wind, she could just make out Ben yelling to her. She rolled over and got to her feet. Ben looked funny, weird, and his body was all hiked in agitation. She followed his gaze and felt the shock run from her toes to her scalp.

The snake was only fifty feet from her, and its head was pointed at her with that horrifying unblinking glare with an intensity that was almost hypnotizing.

“Ben?”

She gulped. Out in the open, there was nothing to hide the full horror of the beast — it towered over them, and its brown and green body emanated raw power. To the creature, they were like mice to a normal-sized snake. Emma remembered what had happened to Steve — the monstrous snake had grabbed him in its mouth and took off with the struggling man like he was nothing but a rag doll.

She heard Ben yell again, and from the corner of her eye saw him jumping up and down waving his arms. She knew exactly what he was trying to do.

“Stop that,” she screamed.

What was it Ben had told her only hours before? That it was attracted by movement — okay then, you big asshole, see if you can follow me.

“Ru-uuun!” She spun to the cliff edge and started to slide over. The effect was instantaneous — the snake came for her.

Seconds mattered, and instincts took over she dropped down on the vine hand-over-hand. She ended up about five feet out from the cliff and cave mouth, and she started to swing her legs back and forth, creating a pendulum effect. She realised she needed a few more swings to be able to launch herself into the cave just as a huge shadow loomed over her.

Time was up; one last swing and then she let go. She landed just on the very lip of the cave mouth — her arms pin-wheeled for a second or two, and she went into a crouch, rolling forward, just as the snake slammed against the cave entrance.

She turned, ripped out her pathetic-looking blade, and held it up. Emma backed further into the depths of the cave. If the snake decided to follow her, she was as good as dead.

The shadow passed over, but then the vines from out front all fell away as if they’d been cut.

“No.”

She ran to the cave mouth but skidded to a stop. She couldn’t bring herself to peer out in case the huge head was right there, waiting to snap her up. Her eyes began to fill up as she realised she was trapped inside, and Ben out.

Emma knelt and said a silent prayer, hoping he was safe. Outside the cave the wind became like a living thing, and it forced her backwards. She waited for many minutes, and then an hour, but the cave mouth now looked like a thick curtain had been thrown over it. Mist began to fill the cave, and everything outside became oily looking and distorted.

She was torn; with the vines gone, not even she could make it back up now. Should she wait and see if Ben returned? Or should she try and climb down, make it back to try and get help?

Emma struggled towards the mouth of the cave but had to hang onto the wall and claw her way to the edge. The maelstrom battered at her and threatened to pull her from her place of safety and fling her into the void. She held an arm up to her face and looked upwards — there seemed nothing there. Everything was now cloaked in a thick mist and it was like the entire world had gone away.

The sky, air, and ground boiled and spun and even the fillings in her teeth hurt. What the hell is going on? she wondered.

A battering gust blew her off her feet and ten feet back into the cave. It was then she knew she’d never be able to climb up, or Ben down to her. She could only pray that he could hold on until she returned with help. If anyone could survive, it was her Ben Cartwright.

She turned to the dark cave. It was full of fog, and at the back, a dark hole in its floor dropped into its belly. She stood at its edge and peered down; she had no light, no rope, and no choice. But she did have one driving thought: I’ll save you, Ben, she demanded of herself.

Emma eased herself over the edge.

CHAPTER 36

Primordia was gone from the 3rd planet. It was now on its way to the middle star where it would be grabbed by its gravitational forces and then flung back to begin its decade-long elliptical voyage around our solar system all over again.

The magnetic distortion on the eastern jungles of Venezuela had ceased, doorways closed and pathways erased. On the surface of the tabletop mountain, silence and stillness settled over the sparse grasses and fissured landscape.

The monsoon-like rains dried, and the clouds parted, then cleared. The wettest season was at an end, and once again, there would be 10 years of calm over a single jungle mountaintop in the depths of the Venezuelan Amazon jungle.

CHAPTER 37

Mateo snorted. “Well, seems you were right.”

“Hmm, of course, I usually am.” Santiago looked up from his screen. “About what?”

Mateo pointed. “The cloud has dissipated over the eastern jungle and the satellite can see the ground again. It was only temporary, just like you said.”

Santiago reached up to pull the battered notebook from his shelf once again. He leaned back and tossed it onto the young meteorologist’s desk.

“Make a note, sign it, and then in ten years’ time, it might be you telling a younger version of yourself that the effects are limited, temporary, and nothing to be concerned about.”

Mateo smiled and grabbed the book, flipping open its pages. “Weird though.”

“Yes it is, was. We haven’t solved all of our world’s mysteries just yet.” Santiago smiled. “It’s what makes the place so interesting.”

CHAPTER 38

It was three weeks later that Emmaline Jane Wilson was carried out of the Amazon jungle — alone, near death, and fevered. It made worldwide headlines; the mystery of the missing Cartwright party had been solved, they had said.

Emma’s initial version of events was dismissed as nothing but hallucinations brought on by jungle fever, dehydration, and perhaps an impact to her head — she had certainly been in a terrible physical state when she was found.

All other members of the team were presumed dead. Ben’s mother, Cynthia, flew down to meet her, and had listened intently to every word. Instead of dismissing her story, Cynthia had used her considerable wealth to hire a team of soldiers and a helicopter, and formulated a plan to head back in to find her lost son.

Cynthia had remarked that the jungle had consumed one Cartwright over a hundred years ago, and she wouldn’t let it take another.

Emma was still weak, but wouldn’t let the older woman go without her. She had the location and an idea of where they needed to go. It took a full day of flying before they even found the original river, and then more navigating at a low altitude, literally on the treetops, so they could follow the glimmer of the hidden river to where it sunk into the ground.

Then they slowed as she pointed out their long climb up to the massive tabletop mountain. Oddly, there was no cloud, and the sun shone bright, warm, and clear — it all seemed so different.

“There.” She pointed, leaning from the helicopter door so far one of the soldiers had to grab her arm and hang on. The chopper started to lift towards the plateau top, higher and higher.

Emma felt her heart galloping like a horse in her chest and her hands curled into fists. Please be there, please be there, she silently repeated, just her lips moving.

The helicopter came abreast of the plateau top and she put a hand to cup her ear, and then moved the small microphone bead at her mouth. “Not too close; there are giant…”

Things, up here, she was going to say, but the words wouldn’t come.

The chopper hung in the sky like a giant dragonfly, and she snatched up the binoculars and put them to her eyes. Her forehead creased, deeply.

The plateau top had a few scrubby trees, grasses, and was pocked with caves and fissures. There was a large body of water at its center, but it looked more like a shallow pond than the inland sea she remembered.

Where was the massive jungle? Where were the tree trunks that towered into a cloud-filled sky, and the tangled vines, fleshy fern fronds, and the goddamn primordial jungle? And where were the boiling clouds and thick fog that intertwined over and through everything? She looked up; the sky was blue and clear.

Emma felt a coil begin to tighten in her stomach and she could feel the weight of Cynthia’s stare. She grasped the small bead-like mic at her mouth to speak to the local pilot.

“This plateau… it was covered in clouds, and…” She looked at her wristwatch; it still worked. “…and the entire area was magnetic or something.”

He looked confused for a moment and began to shake his head, when he seemed to suddenly recollect something. He put his hand to the mic.

“I think, yes, but is only sometime.” He shrugged. “Very rare.”

“What; rare? What does that mean?” Emma turned to Cynthia who looked perplexed and extremely anxious.

“Where is he?” Cynthia looked back at the empty plateau top. “There’s nothing.”

Emma grimaced and turned back to the pilot. “What does that mean?”

The pilot looked to his copilot and they spoke rapidly in Spanish for a few seconds before they came to an agreement.

“Every ten years.” He bobbed his head. “About, I think.”

Emma felt lightheaded and a little nauseous. “I don’t understand, I don’t understand.”

The pilot went on. “Very strange and unique to this area. Big electrical storm, I think, just here, make electronics not work. Very rare, but we need to avoid when happening. Visibility very bad, dangerous, everyone stays away for a few days, a week.” He bobbed his head. “Then all goes away.”

Emma stared with glassy eyes. Her mind felt like it was short-circuiting and refused to process the information. The pilot half turned again.

“Been happening forever. Pemon call it karutu salu — time of lizard.”

His copilot shook his head and the pair argued for a moment. The pilot shrugged.

“Andreas says lizard is not right — more like time of snake.”

“And then it goes away… for ten years.” Emma frowned. “No, no, no, not true.” Every ten years — every ten years — every ten years.

But she knew it was true. It was just like it said in the notebook. She put her hands to each side of her head. “Not true.” She barely heard Cynthia yelling her name.

Ben, she thought. My poor Ben, trapped there for ten years. My Ben.

She slumped, feeling giddy, but then her jaws clenched tight. I’ll be back, I promise, Ben, she thought, in ten years.

Emma fell to the floor of the helicopter and everything went dark.