The Revelation Code

39

The crippled LongRanger’s engine cut out: whether through some safety mechanism or simply because it had been destroyed, Eddie neither knew nor cared. But the helicopter’s insane whirl was slowing, the blur through the windows resolving itself into the skyscrapers of New York.

A tall black one whipped past, and again, and again, closer each time—

‘Shit!’ he yelped, seeing the helicopter’s reflection in the dark glass growing ever larger. He grabbed Harvey — as the aircraft smashed into a penthouse apartment like a wrecking ball.

Its tail was ripped off and fell away, but the main fuselage ploughed through the condo’s windows, scattering ultra-expensive furniture as it bowled across the living room. The mooring line snapped taut as the airship pulled away from the tower, dragging it backwards — but the remains of the rotors wedged against a freshly exposed steel girder above the demolished windows. The cable strained, but held, the makeshift anchor yanking the Airlander to a sudden halt.

Eddie opened his eyes… to find himself looking straight down at a sheer drop through the broken windscreen. Only his seat belt kept him from plunging to the sidewalk over eight hundred feet below.

And his position was far from secure. The mooring line rasped against the girder as the airship tried to pull free, rocking the cockpit. ‘Oh, arse,’ he gasped, securing one foot against the column supporting the instrument console. ‘Harvey, are you okay? Harvey!’

The pilot stirred weakly. ‘Oh man, what… what happened?’

‘My third flying lesson didn’t go too well. Harvey, we’ve got to move — this thing’s going to fall any second.’

‘Fall? Whaddya— Whoa, shit!’ Harvey cried as he opened his eyes. ‘Jesus Christ!’

‘Yeah, you’ll meet him in a minute if you don’t get out! Go!’ Eddie unbuckled his seat belt, balancing precariously on the support column as the other man frantically released his own restraints and barged the door open. Harvey piled out — and the helicopter lurched with the shift of weight.

The Englishman scrambled across the cockpit, batting aside dangling headset cords and diving after the American—

A shrill of buckling metal — and the fuselage toppled over the edge behind him as he hit the carpet.

Heart racing, Eddie looked up to see a stylishly dressed woman in her fifties staring at him in stunned amazement. ‘Hi,’ he said. ‘Sorry about the mess. There’s a bloke called Oswald Seretse at the UN, he’ll pay for the damage…’

Her gaze went back to the gaping hole in the wall as a shadow fell over the room. Eddie turned to see the airship drawing closer. Without the lift from the engines at full power, the craft was being pulled downwards — and back towards the building — by the helicopter wreckage.

Nina grabbed a seat just in time to arrest her slide as the cabin pitched backwards. But she had dropped the rifle, and it was now slithering down the aisle.

Towards Cross.

She caught it with one hand — as Cross lunged at her. He landed on her legs, catching her shrapnel wound. She cried out in pain as he clutched at the gun. ‘Give it to me!’ he roared.

‘Go to hell!’ she snarled, pulling one leg free and thrashing at his chest. He grunted in pain, but still managed to grip the rifle. He forced the barrel towards her head and clawed at the trigger—

She let go of the seat.

They both skidded down the central aisle, slamming against the seats behind the open door as the swinging helicopter made the airship roll sideways. Nina grabbed the rifle with her free hand, pushing it away from her — as Cross found the trigger.

The boom of the rifle at close range was agonisingly loud. Nina felt the muzzle flash scorch her hair as she screamed — but it was Paxton who was hit, the bullet striking him squarely in the back of the skull and exploding his face across the windshield.

Eddie watched in horror as the airship reeled towards the tower. If it hit the roof’s edge side-on, multiple buoyancy cells would be slashed open at once and it would fall out of the sky like an airborne Titanic as the helium escaped, taking Nina with it—

The behemoth rolled, a whale turning on to its other side. The wreck of the LongRanger had swung away from the tower as it fell, but it was now coming back, changing the airship’s centre of gravity.

The helicopter would smash into the building several floors directly below him. And the Airlander was still approaching, blotting out the sky…

‘Get back!’ he told Harvey and the penthouse’s occupant as he judged the movement of the mooring cable, waiting for the impact—

What was left of the chopper pounded against the featureless black glass face of the Trump World Tower. The fuselage was flattened by the blow — and the rotor assembly disintegrated, the central shaft tearing loose. The cable whipped free as the heavy debris fell away.

Eddie burst into a run — and leapt out of the window at the quivering line.

He seized it with both hands, swinging away from the building as the airship, shorn of the helicopter’s weight, shot upwards. Pulling the cable to his chest, he used his feet to secure himself in place, passing it under one foot and back over the other.

First Avenue rolled past far beneath him as the Airlander angled back towards the United Nations. ‘Okay, maybe Harvey was right about this being a fucking stupid idea…’ muttered Eddie as he started to climb.

Cross pulled himself over Nina, using his weight and greater strength to shove the rifle down to the deck with one arm, then clamped the other hand around her throat. ‘“True and righteous are his judgments, for he hath judged the great whore!”’ he snarled.

‘Don’t you… call me a… whore!’ she gasped as he squeezed, clawing at his arm with her fingernails. ‘You Bible-thumping prick!’ She drew blood, making him flinch. He leaned away from her, trying to force the rifle out of her grip.

Realising there was no way she could keep hold of the weapon, she instead let go of it, lashing her now-free hand at his eyes. Cross gasped, reflexively jerking back to save his sight.

But his hand was still wrapped around her throat. He pulled her upwards — then slammed her head back down against the deck, once, twice. Nina’s vision blurred, pain overwhelming her. Cross squeezed harder, forcing a choked rasp from her mouth… then he let go.

A thin line of blood running from the corner of his eye, he collected the rifle and stood. Terror surged through the breathless Nina as she thought he was going to shoot her, but instead he hurried past her to the controls. The engines’ roar grew louder as he increased power, aiming the craft back towards the United Nations.

Eddie was still climbing the mooring line when he heard the propellers speed up. He looked ahead. The airship was heading for the plaza outside the General Assembly. The crowd was spreading, people running for the exits to First Avenue, but it seemed that for every person who had fled, at least two more had replaced them as politicians and diplomats and officials spilled from the complex’s buildings. Several helicopters were hovering nearby, one a heavily modified Black Hawk in green-and-white livery: Marine One, the transport of the President of the United States. But despite the efforts of the Secret Service and UN security to clear a landing space, the panic at ground level was making it impossible.

Aware that he was rapidly running out of time, he brought himself a few last feet higher and secured himself. He was not far below the gondola; from this low angle, he had a partial view of its interior through the large windows and open door. No sign of Nina, but he saw movement at the front—

Cross! He was at the controls, looking down through a gruesome film of blood on the windscreen as he lined up the airship with the plaza. Then he stood and moved down the cabin. The Englishman felt a brief fear that he was going to throw the statue from the doorway, but instead he went past the opening, turning from side to side as if searching for something.

There was only one thing it could be. The last angel.

Time was up.

Eddie kicked his legs back, then thrust them forward, building up momentum as he started to swing from the line. His original plan had been to reach the gondola’s door, but Cross was armed, and would shoot him before he could recover from the landing. Instead he aimed at the cult leader himself. One of the windows was broken, revealing it as flimsy Plexiglas; if he had built up enough of a swing to reach the cabin, he would be moving fast enough to smash straight through another thin acrylic panel and hit the man behind it.

He hoped.

Another sweep brought him closer to his target. Two more would do it. He fell back, the wind whistling in his ears as he swept backwards, then in again towards the airship’s underside. The boundary of United Nations territory passed below. One more swing to go, the gondola just feet away as he reached the top of his arc…

Nina clutched at Cross’s leg as he moved back down the aisle, but he pulled away without even seeming to notice. She struggled to roll on to her side, feeling a new wave of pain as she raised her head.

The cult leader was looking for the fallen angel. She could see under the seats from her position on the floor, spotting the statue a few rows back from the open hatch. Breathing heavily, she started to pull herself up, feeling dizzy as her head throbbed again…

A dark shape moved past the doorway, just for a moment, before falling away. Nina blinked, not sure what she had seen. It hadn’t been another helicopter — it was much too close, only a few feet from the gondola.

But the mystery object vanished from her mind as Cross finally found the object of his search. He bent down — and grabbed the angel.

Eddie kept his eyes fixed upon the American as he dropped away. Out as far as he could go, the Airlander’s bloated flank hanging above him like a solid cloud… then he whooshed back at the gondola, bringing up both legs as he hurtled towards the window.

The cult leader stood, holding the angel in one hand. He turned — and saw the Englishman rushing at him like a cannon shell—

Eddie hit the window — but it didn’t break.

The entire panel popped out of the frame with a crack of ripping rivets, the impact propelling it across the cabin to hit Cross like a transparent bulldozer blade. He flew backwards, the rifle spinning from his hand.

But Eddie’s swing came to a premature halt when he slammed against the window. The cable jerked from his grip. He dropped, the backs of his thighs hitting the edge of the opening — and pitching him backwards out of the cabin.

Pure instinct saved him from a long and fatal fall as he bent his knees to slam his heels back against the inside of the wall, hooking his legs over the sill. He jolted to a stop, hanging upside-down from the gondola’s side.

He was anything but secure, however. Pain burned through his hamstring tendons as the angular metal edge ground against them. He flailed his arms, searching desperately for a handhold, but found only smooth aluminium and empty air — and he could no longer hold his position, his own weight pulling him downwards—

Someone grabbed his ankles. He squinted up at the window — seeing a familiar face with a halo of wind-blown red hair looking back.

‘Eddie!’ Nina cried. She pressed herself against his legs to hold them in place and stretched an arm out to him. ‘Eddie, grab my hand!’

‘No, get back!’ he shouted. ‘It’s too dangerous, you’ll fall out!’

She took a firm hold of the window frame with her other hand and leaned out further, determination clear in her voice. ‘I’m not letting you go. You’ve got diapers to change, mister!’

Somehow Eddie managed a crooked smile. He strained to bend at the waist, raising his arms towards her waiting hand. ‘Come on, come on!’ Nina cried, stretching out further. Their fingertips brushed… then hooked together, husband and wife gripping each other as hard as they could.

She leaned back, pulling him upwards. He managed to get hold of the window’s sill with his free hand and hauled himself upright, his legs finally sliding down into the cabin. There was a red-painted handle set into a recess above the window where the gondola was attached to the envelope. He reached for it, wanting a firmer handhold as he lowered himself inside, but then made out some warning text above it: PORT SIDE ENVELOPE RIP — DO NOT PULL EXCEPT IN EMERGENCY. He hurriedly reconsidered and gripped the top side of the window frame instead.

With both hands now secured, he worked his lower body through the opening. ‘Are you okay?’ Nina asked as his feet touched down.

‘Yeah,’ he gasped. ‘Thanks.’

‘If I’m going to be a good mom, I want support from a good dad!’

They both smiled, then Eddie looked back outside. They were now directly over the crowded plaza, the Secretariat Building looming ahead. ‘We’ll turn this thing out over the river—’

‘No!’

They both looked around at the shout to see Cross back on his feet. He was clutching the angel — and had retrieved the rifle, pointing it at them. He sidestepped to the door, raising the statue ready to hurl it to the ground. ‘“There will be no more delay!”’

His finger tightened around the trigger—

Eddie’s hand snapped up — and pulled the emergency handle.

The results were literally explosive.

On a smaller airship, the envelope would have been ripped by physically tearing away a cable embedded in the material; a craft the size of the Airlander, however, required something more powerful. A line of detonation cord ran the length of the port lobe — and it took only a split second for the controlled explosion to slice open a gash in all the helium compartments.

A hurricane of escaping gas blasted out, the airship rolling as it lost buoyancy on one side. Eddie was flung back through the window, swinging from the handle with only the grip of his fingers keeping him from falling. Nina shrieked as she was thrown against the wall, one hand snatching a ceiling strap as her other stretched out to grab her husband’s legs.

Cross staggered as the floor tilted beneath him. He dropped the rifle and tried to catch a seat, but too late—

He hit the bulkhead beside the door. The statue flew from his hand. He clawed at the door frame as he toppled out of the cabin and managed to halt his plunge, hanging on by his fingertips.

The airship’s roll worsened, venting helium gusting over Eddie as he hooked his ankles back over the window frame. Below, the Secret Service had finally created a cordon large enough for Marine One to land, the helicopter touching down to pick up President Cole. Cross’s target was still in danger, Nina realised. ‘The angel!’ she cried, pulling her husband in as she tried to spot the statue. ‘If it falls—’

It was on the floor — and rolling towards the opening.

‘Eddie, hold on!’ she cried, releasing him and diving for the angel. She snatched it up just before it tumbled out into the void—

A hand grabbed her wrist.

Nina shrieked as Cross tugged at her arm, his right hand in a death grip on the door frame as he tried to drag her through the opening. The plaza circled beneath him, the deflating airship banking into a turn. ‘Give me the angel!’ he snarled.

‘No!’ She jammed a foot against the bulkhead, but Cross’s weight was drawing her inexorably towards the open door.

‘Why?’ he shouted over the wind. ‘Why are you protecting this corrupt world?’ Another tug, and her foot slipped back, only her toes holding her in place. ‘What’s in it that’s worth saving?’

Nina tried to pull away, looking down at him over her stomach. The sight of the small bump gave her a sudden surge of strength… and an answer. ‘My daughter!’ she replied, smacking the statue down hard on his right hand.

Bone broke with a flat crack. Cross yelled, losing his grip and swinging away — but he still had a firm hold on Nina’s arm, dragging her after him—

Eddie grabbed her, pulling her back. She gasped in pain as her shoulder joint took the cult leader’s full weight.

But Cross did not give up, still struggling as he tried to dislodge her. ‘“The hour of judgement is come!”’ he roared. ‘“Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord!”’

‘You want blessing?’ Nina yelled back. ‘Bless this!’

She slammed the statue back down against his clutching hand.

The force of the blow hurt her wrist — but the pain Cross felt was far worse. He cried out, straining to maintain his hold…

And failing.

His hand slipped over hers. One last desperate grab at her fingers, then he was gone, reduced to a dot in moments as he plunged towards the plaza. He screamed all the way down, people below scattering as they saw him fall—

On to Marine One.

The helicopter was on the ground while President Cole and his closest staff were bundled aboard, its main rotor spinning just below take-off speed. Cross plummeted into the whirling blades — and was reduced to a wet haze, what little remained of him spraying out over the aircraft and across the plaza.

Nina grimaced as she saw Marine One’s white livery turn crimson. ‘Jesus!’

Eddie drew her away from the door. ‘Red, white and goo,’ he said — in a high, duck-like voice. He had inhaled some of the escaping helium, affecting his vocal cords. ‘Buggeration and quackery! That’s not right.’

She embraced him. ‘Are you okay? Apart from the voice, I mean.’

‘I’ll live. What about you?’

‘Same. For both of us.’ She put a hand on her belly. ‘This has so not been good for my cortisol levels.’

Eddie squeezed her, then looked outside. The crippled airship was spiralling down towards the plaza at an increasing rate. ‘We need to get this thing under control. And stop grinning, this is serious.’

‘I can’t help it,’ Nina replied, finding his high-pitched voice incongruously amusing.

He huffed, then clambered to the front of the cabin. A tug at Paxton’s seat belt buckle released the dead man, who fell sideways from his chair. ‘Okay, how hard can this be?’ Eddie asked himself as he took the pilot’s place and examined the controls. Joystick, rudder pedals, throttle levers; the basics, at least, were much simpler than a helicopter’s. He looked through the blood-streaked windscreen, the Secretariat Building coming into view as the Airlander circled.

Nina joined him, keeping a tight hold of the angel. A monitor revealed that the port lobe had now lost most of its gas, and what remained was venting fast. ‘The helium’s almost gone on that whole side.’

‘We’ll hit the ground pretty hard at this rate,’ he warned. ‘I’ll try to get us to the UN’s roof before we lose it all.’

He took the joystick. The airship turned sluggishly towards the green glass tower. Nina judged their speed and the distance they still had to travel against the rate at which the Airlander was descending. ‘We won’t make it — we’re falling too fast!’

Eddie shoved the throttles to full power. ‘That’s the best we can do.’ He pulled the stick back in an attempt to gain height, but to no avail. ‘Fuck!’

Another smile, despite the situation. ‘That’s not what ducks say.’

‘They do in Yorkshire!’ The rooftop passed above the level of the cabin. ‘Shit, we’re going to hit it!’ He forced the stick and rudders hard over, trying to turn away from the building—

The gondola swung clear — but even largely deflated, the airship’s port lobe still overhung its side. It caught the roof’s edge, the torn composite fabric scraping along it and tearing away antennae and satellite dishes. Eddie and Nina clung to their seats as the Airlander lurched to a stop, debris cascading down the face of the Secretariat Building.

The cabin tipped back towards the horizontal… and continued past it, rolling in the other direction as the starboard lobe, unable to support the trapped craft’s weight on its own, continued to wallow towards the ground. ‘Now what do we do?’ Nina cried.

Eddie saw a glossy green wall rushing towards them. ‘Hang on!’

The gondola hit the tower’s side. Glass shattered, flying shards spraying in through the airship’s doorway and missing windows. The airship creaked and moaned as it settled, then everything fell silent as Eddie shut down the engines.

‘We need to get out before this thing falls,’ he said, voice starting to drop to its usual deep timbre. He helped Nina from her seat, and the couple made their unsteady way along the tilted cabin. It had come to rest practically inside one of the UN building’s offices, the glass broken and the window frames buckled by the gondola’s lower edge. ‘Hop up.’

Nina pulled herself out of the door as her husband pushed from behind — and was startled to recognise her surroundings. Eddie emerged behind her to react with similar shock. ‘Bloody hell. We just can’t get away from here, can we?’

They were in the office of the Director of the International Heritage Agency, which until six months earlier Nina herself had occupied. ‘Stepping right back into my old office? You think that’s an omen?’

‘It’d better not be,’ Eddie rumbled, clearing his throat as his voice returned to normal. Feet crunching over glass, he led her away from the windows. ‘We’ve got other stuff to do. More important stuff.’ He switched on a lamp and checked his wife for injuries. She had acquired new cuts and bruises, but internal damage was his greatest fear. He put a hand on her lower body, feeling the small swelling within. ‘God, I hope she’s okay…’

‘She is,’ Nina told him.

He looked up at her. ‘You sure?’

‘Yeah, I am.’ She smiled. ‘Mother’s intuition.’

He grinned. ‘It took all of this to finally make you realise you were cut out to be a mum?’

‘What can I say? We don’t lead a normal life.’ She kissed him. ‘But yeah, I can be a mom, I know it for sure now. I even picked a name for our little girl.’

Eddie nodded. ‘What is it?’ he asked.

Nina hesitated, then said the name that had dominated her mind for what seemed like an aeon. ‘Macy.’

Simply saying it out loud made her feel as if a tightness around her chest and heart had been released. She drew in a nervous breath, awaiting his response…

It was a gentle smile. ‘I thought it might be.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah. I know how you’ve been feeling — and I know you must have been worried sick that naming our baby after Macy would be… disrespectful. But it isn’t. I think it’s honouring her.’ He put his hands on her arms, the smile widening. ‘And Macy would have been chuffed as nuts to know we’d named our kid after her.’

Nina glanced heavenwards. ‘Maybe she still is. Who knows?’

‘Who knows,’ he echoed. ‘I know one thing, though.’

‘What’s that?’

‘We should start now if we want to reach the apartment before it gets dark.’ He looked back at the window, the view of Manhattan blocked by the hanging mass of the crashed airship. ‘Traffic’ll be a nightmare.’

Nina laughed. ‘And I get the feeling a lot of people will want to talk to us.’ She kissed him again. ‘Come on then. Let’s go home.’