The Ghost Ships of Arizona

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

The next few hours passed slowly and excruciatingly. If anyone aboard the galleon noticed that their Pythian bosses were missing they gave no sign. Perhaps their leader took his orders from Webb himself. From what Bell told them the excavation job was relatively straightforward, just hazardous. They didn’t need much in the way of supervision.

Drake, then Yorgi and then Smyth watched as mercs disappeared into the ship’s innards, warily at first. For a long time nobody came out. Bell seemed genuinely interested at this point, begging Drake to let him know what happened next.

“Of course, this was your idea,” Drake recalled.

“Yes, away from all civilian life and casualty free,” Bell pointed out.

The Yorkshireman left him with Lauren, telling everything he knew. As he re-climbed the tall sand dune, heading back to where he had left Yorgi, Karin and Jenny, he realized for the first time that the hairs all along his arm were standing up. The air possessed a close sense of electricity, as if it were being charged by an incomprehensible current.

The storm was gathering.

And judging by the way it was marshaling its forces it would take no prisoners. Drake crawled up to the others.

“These next few hours, guys. They ain’t gonna exactly be peaches and cream. Stay safe.”

Yorgi merely pointed at the force assembling along the opposite ridge, above the ship. “Duh,” he said, then: “Is that right? Duh?”

Jenny nodded. “You got it, dude. And he deserved it.”

Drake wondered how Jenny and Alicia might relate to one another. I bet they’d gel extremely quickly.

Karin watched the skies. “You can feel it in the air.”

“Storm. Rage. Battle,” Drake said. “Alicia’s coming.”

“That’s how I feel inside,” Karin said.

“Keep your heads down,” Drake reiterated. “Battle is not your area of expertise. Not yet, at least.”

Then Karin pointed. “It’s beginning.”

From out of the east, far away, rose a red-tinged cloud, seemingly miles high and with a roiling curl along its top edge. A surfer’s wave, but higher and deadlier than any that had ever stalked even the wildest seas. Blasting through that oncoming storm sped dozens of black shapes, their rotors spinning hard, fighting to stay together. As they blasted closer they filled the skies and the shouts went up from the army of mercenaries.

“Heads up!”

“We got company!”

“Time to earn your bread, boys!”

Drake gathered his crew, standing atop the dune now that it didn’t matter. The gap to the top of the ridge beneath which the half-buried ship lay was only ten meters, but that was no longer an issue. Drake especially kept an eye on the hole into which several mercenaries had disappeared into the galleon’s guts. Still no one had reappeared.

He turned. “Bell, are you with us? Totally with us?”

“Yes. What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing. Stay here and stay alive. Lauren, Jenny and Karin will stay with you. This is soldier’s work. Yorgi, we might be able to use your skills over there. Especially inside that vessel.”

“That is good. I am ready.”

Drake prepared. A smile lit his face as a chopper hovered overhead, then settled near the base of the dune. “Good timing.”

The rest of the SPEAR team jumped out, stretching his grin even further. Reunited at last. Hayden, Kinimaka and Dahl, all grim-faced and prepared for action. But a crinkle had formed at the edges of their eyes — they were just as happy to see him. Kinimaka waved even as he stumbled through piled sand.

Then that other force of nature appeared — Alicia Myles. Blond hair unfettered for now, and looking decidedly tanned and fit, the personal mega-storm that roiled above her own head was in clear evidence, at least to Drake. He knew her better than anyone on the planet and feared for what was soon to come.

“Drakester,” she cried. “How’s that little fucker hanging?”

Drake nodded once, including them all in the greeting. By his calculations the attack choppers were no more than five minutes away. “It’s about to get real noisy here, guys.”

“In more ways than one,” Hayden told him. “Storm’s a beauty. Miles wide and as strong as a Titan. We should take cover.”

Alicia gave a strangled gulp. “You mean under the dead bodies of mercenaries, of course?”

“Oh, of course. I thought that was obvious.”

Drake introduced Jenny and then Nicholas Bell. The reactions were pretty much as expected, especially between Alicia and Jenny who weighed each other with a calculating eye. Bell found himself studying sand patterns on the floor, unwilling to lift his eyes. Dahl strode to the top of the dune.

“Plans?”

Drake shrugged. “Take the bloody ship. What else?”

“Good to see we’re still on the same wavelength.”

“Shit, I hope not.”

Dahl shielded his eyes. “A lot of mercs between us and that ship.”

“Gone soft over the last few days?”

Dahl looked like he was considering a recent battle. “Not exactly.”

“Good. ’Cause I’ve seen things out here would turn your hair a funny color, if it wasn’t already.”

Dahl mock laughed. “Sand worms the size of sewer tunnels?”

At that moment Alicia joined them. “Sand worms? Don’t like the sound of those any more than sand spiders. Unless they have a young Kevin Bacon attached to them. Then I could deal.”

Dahl seemed perplexed. “Kevin… who? I don’t—”

“It doesn’t matter,” Drake said. “It’s an old movie, but a good one.” He noted the attack choppers massing as they came within firing distance. “Shall we?”

“Has anyone told them to watch out for that friggin’ ship?” Smyth barked.

“Of course,” Kinimaka said. “We just hope they listened.”

“Yeah, since we’re gonna be on it in about ten minutes.”

“That long?” Jenny Rathe spoke up from behind them. “I thought you guys were supposed to be as good as me?”

To a person, every soldier turned and eyed the redhead narrowly. “That’s some claim, Miss,” Kinimaka said.

Alicia wasn’t so gracious. “Another redhead who’s all mouth. You wanna prove that claim, lover?”

Jenny rose at Alicia’s words, all heckles. “Whenever you want, blondie. An’ I got better taste than the likes of you.”

“Really? You don’t even know me.”

“I know your sort.”

Alicia took a step in Jenny’s direction. “My sort? What the fu—”

Drake decided to step in. They could barely hear over the sounds of the chopper’s engines and the downdraught was starting to whip up tornadoes of sand. “Stop,” he said, putting both hands on Alicia’s shoulders and locking in her gaze. “Please, stop.”

“A line was crossed.”

“Come on, the same line you cross every day. We have work to do.”

Alicia locked her jaw. “Bitch is gonna regret her words when I get back.” She turned away from the group. “So let’s go.”

Drake waved Jenny back down the slope and fell in alongside Alicia. “I’m here,” he said softly. “Use me.”

Alicia didn’t move. “I know and I will. Let’s get through this first.”

The storm loomed in the skies now, dark and shot through with reds and golds, sand spiraling inside and all around it. A brisk wind brought it straight at them and the sun’s bright orb would soon be blocked out. Alicia stared right into the heart of it.

“It’s time,” she said.

“Then let’s end this for good.”

All at once, the SPEAR team charged, the choppers swooped forward, weapons noisily opening fire, and the Pythians’ army of mercenaries produced countless sub-machine guns, rocket launchers and at least one vehicle-mounted Gatling gun.

A man-made inferno and Mother Nature’s hell rained down across the desert.