Ragnarok

THIRTY-EIGHT

Gleipnir Facility, Fenris Kystby, Norway

Rook sat zip-tied to the metal chair and seethed. Fossen had led him to a small office off the main room with the giant metal apparatus. His pet dire wolf had followed at a distance, walking on all fours, curious and sniffing the air. Some of Fossen’s assistants were in the office-two men and a woman. They had secured Rook to the chair while Fossen kept his small pistol trained on him.

Rook didn’t recognize the people, but he knew the glazed look they had in their eyes. It was the same look the town’s villagers had that morning, when they attacked him at Peder’s farm. The assistants wore lab coats like Fossen and once they secured Rook to the chair, they left the room.

Rook scanned the space, but it mostly resembled a regular office. Desks and chairs-although the styles were pretty out of date-and a few far-newer laptop computers. The walls were white, and a large glass window looked out to the massive chamber with the metal octopus-like machinery. Fossen ignored Rook and consulted a laptop at one of the desks. Rook kept waiting for the man to start monologuing like a comic book villain, but the stoic Norwegian wasn’t inclined to oblige.

“You lied to me,” Rook tried.

“Actually, Stanislav,” Fossen looked up from the screen of his laptop and considered Rook. “If you carefully consider everything I told you, you will find that I did not lie to you at all. I told you to leave Fenris Kystby when we first met. I really didn’t know what Edmund Kiss had become, or that it was he that was destroying Peder’s livestock. I lost my son Jens to that monster.”

Rook didn’t think it a good idea to correct Fossen and inform him that he had killed Jens Fossen. It had been self-defense, but Rook didn’t think Fossen would care. A son is a son. Peder had helped him dispose of the body. He simply disappeared. It was only natural that Fossen assumed the creature Edmund Kiss had been responsible.

“I told you the truth about my research with the wolves. I admitted to you that I had known about Kiss’s lab, but that I had forgotten it even existed-because it had been shut down years ago, when this larger installation was constructed. You asked me why Kiss’s lab was called Ragnarok. I told you I had no idea why. I really don’t. It was something the German Ahnenerbe group came up with. Kiss was a part of their research. Part of their group. I didn’t tell you about this installation because it wasn’t your business. But I never lied to you.”

Rook looked at the man in astonishment. “You just found it unnecessary to share information about this giant lab-which connects to the smaller lab upstairs. You didn’t bother mentioning that Kiss was your father. You didn’t mention anything about a Nazi experiment in World War II or that you had a pet marshmallow with teeth.” Rook motioned his head toward the dire wolf that sat quietly in the corner on its haunches. “Is that the Ulveria? The dire wolf, the local woman Anni was afraid of?”

“Yes, indeed. It is.” Fossen just looked at Rook with a blank expression. No questions and no more information forthcoming.

“You didn’t tell me about zombie people coming to kill me. And Kiss wanted you to seal something. He said he’d seen the dire wolf and it was terrible. Looking at it now I’d have to agree with him.”

“When could you have spoken to Kiss? He was beyond speech when we tracked him down and killed him. He was little more than a yeti.” Now Fossen was interested. His eyebrows raised high on his pale Nordic forehead as he waited for an answer.

“He had a note clutched in his hand. It was for you. Part of it was illegible. He still retained some of his human intelligence at the end, and he wrote the note for you. He urged you to seal something. What was it?”

Fossen turned his head to gaze out the huge pane of glass at the giant metal cage in the main room. He turned back to Rook, then looked down to his laptop screen again and typed a quick key sequence. The clacking noise of the keyboard was loud in the small room. With a flourish, Fossen hit the Enter key.

In the other room a small sphere of yellow light appeared in the center of the eight-beam structure that still reminded Rook of an oversized Faraday cage. The light was no more than a foot in diameter. Then there was a loud popping noise. The ball grew to nearly thirty feet in diameter, filling the space between the curving struts of the structure. It threw bursts of lightning, only to be caught by the solar panel-like sheets of metal attached to the uprights. The whole thing crackled and hummed with a deep bass vibration. Rook could feel it in his chest.

“He wanted me to seal that.”