Weapons of the Gods

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

They found the archaeologist, Adrian Doukas, without too much trouble, but offered up no challenge. First, they wanted to scout the area. The civilian jackets they’d thrown over their military gear, whilst helping them blend in, shouldn’t have passed careful scrutiny, but the meagre security on the door was bordering on absurd. Five-strong, they spent twenty minutes scouring the corridors, exits and various floors before putting Luther on exterior guard duty and Mai on Doukas-watch.

A large part of their attentiveness and prudence was due to the ongoing terrorist situation in Texas. Hayden was a big part of it, and Drake didn’t want something on the same scale occurring here. Athens National History Museum had recently been the target of a bad attack and Greece didn’t need another.

Luther took seven minutes to report in.

“All clear out here. I’ve checked the perimeter twice. It’s gonna be hard even for me to keep an eye on all three entry points though. I could do with help.”

Drake wondered if he was hoping for Mai, and sent Kenzie out. Both he and Alicia then headed down a bright corridor to where Doukas worked. Mai was seated on a bench outside the room, reading a brochure. She stood up when they walked past.

“He speaks English,” she said. “I heard him relating a story to a tourist.”

They had expected as such. Such well-traveled archaeologists usually spoke at least passable English.

“We’re American agents,” Drake told Doukas for simplicity, his brain focused on a dozen relevant concerns at that moment.

“You are?” Doukas peered at them. “You don’t look it, nor sound it.”

Drake acknowledged Alicia and Mai. “Aye, ya got that right. Bad start. Listen, let me get straight to the point. You’re in danger. We’re here to help. Problem is — we need the Chain of Aphrodite to make that happen.”

Doukas stared fixedly, trying not to let an ounce of emotion leak into his face. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“The tomb of the gods,” Drake said quickly. “It was destroyed, but not before several archaeologists like yourself removed some smaller, more collectable items. Well, somebody found out. And that somebody wants them. All of them. They’ll happily kill you and a hundred others to get just one of them.”

Doukas looked scared, but still didn’t cooperate. “If that were in any way true I would go to jail.”

“Look, pal, we’re not here to arrest you. Just tell us where the chain is, and then disappear. As I said, people are coming to kill you.”

Alicia unzipped her jacket then, sweeping the folds aside to show Doukas her weaponry. Mai followed suit. The archaeologist swallowed heavily.

“I heard… I heard this from another man, third-hand really…” He paused.

“I can accept that,” Drake said magnanimously. “Please hurry.”

“I heard that the manacles they display inside the old weapons cabinet are not manacles at all. It’s a chain. A few have questioned it but nothing stuck. And they are there whenever an old man wants to view or clean them.” He smiled. “I don’t know how it got there.”

Drake gave the man a sidelong glance. It was a defense, he guessed, but hardly one that would hold up against the evidence. Still, that wasn’t for him to decide.

“Where is the cabinet please?” Mai asked, ever polite.

“The very next room, my dear. Just to the left.”

They didn’t need him anymore, but Drake delayed. “You should come with us,” he said. “Or run and hide.”

“This is an old museum,” the man said. “I know a place.”

“Fantastic. Go there now.”

Drake followed Mai and Alicia into the room next door, immediately spotting the large glass cabinet mounted on the far wall. In addition to brass surrounds and fittings it had two wide, ornate, golden straps across the center and was supported by a dark-oak bookcase, full of hardbacks with obscure titles.

Drake stared at the glass case. “Do you see it?”

“Are you blind as well as American?” The old man’s voice came from his shoulder. “It’s right in front of you.”

Drake made a face. “So, you decided to stay, did you?”

“I helped start all this,” the old man said. “I want to help finish it too. I have a key to that strapping.”

Whilst he worked, Drake decided to make use of him. “Maybe you can help, mate. What can you tell us about this weapon?”

Doukas inserted the key and twisted. “Weapon? That Aphrodite, she was all about the love, the beauty and the pleasure of procreation. Facts which are tainted somewhat by the knowledge that we know she was created from sea foam produced by Uranus’s genitals. There’s a fact that, had I been Aphrodite, I might have ordered redacted. Oddly, despite her beauty, her grace, her thirst for sex, and intelligence, most of the other gods feared her. Do you know why?”

Drake watched as the man spoke and pulled the heavy gold straps to the side. Alicia held up a hand as if answering a teacher’s question.

“Did she have a dungeon?”

“Not that I am aware of, and I’ve been studying Aphrodite since my early twenties. They feared her because her beauty could lead to conflict and war, since many came forward as rivals for her favors. Gods and men, it seems. Aphrodite had many lovers.”

Mai tapped Alicia on the shoulder. “She remind you of anyone?”

Alicia looked thoughtful. “Kenzie? No, your sister?”

Drake found more and more that he was the acting intermediary. “Let’s listen to the nice man,” he said. “We may learn something.”

“Born near Paphos, Cyprus, she was sometimes said to be warlike, often married, adulterous, and vain. She is a major figure in the Trojan War legend.”

“And where does this chain fit in?” Alicia enquired.

Doukas gave her a wise smile. “After everything I just said do you really have to ask?”

Alicia blinked in surprise under his gaze. “You’re kidding? You believe this is Aphrodite’s sex chain, or something?”

“Sex is the oldest form of pleasure.” Doukas opened the cabinet wide, clipping the doors back before reaching in between a short sword and a shield. “Here, feel it. The links are very light but surprisingly hard to break out of.”

Drake stepped back as Alicia eyed the object Doukas removed from the cabinet with suspicion. “That sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

“Ah, now that would be telling.”

Alicia stared across at Mai who stared back, careful not to reveal any emotion. Neither of them reached for the chain. Drake eyeballed the dozens of links of hard black obsidian, enough to span a man’s body at least four times, but nothing out of the ordinary as chains went. In fact, the only special thing about it was that it had been found inside the tomb of a god.

“Easy to see how they escaped notice,” Drake said, taking the chain. “Now, let’s vamoose before those trigger-happy baboons get here.”

“It’s not a weapon,” Alicia murmured. “It’s just a chain.”

“Hey, the GPR confirms it. They contain the rare element. This is what we’re looking for.”

Exiting the room, they glanced out of a window, hoping to see either Kenzie or Luther. Drake was amazed to see Luther, standing on top of a car, firing left and right with a gun in each hand, blasting his enemies away.

“That guy is so old school he’s Butch bloody Cassidy.”

Mai headed for the door. “He needs help.”

Drake looped the chain around his neck since there was nowhere to put them and drew a handgun. Together, they pushed out of the museum and into its grounds — two dirt paths twisting around a central fountain and statue. The car park at the far end was where Luther was doing his work, and out here they could hear it too.

Drake saw the scene unfolding as he ran closer. Luther had blocked the entrance to the museum with a car of his own and was pinning the few remaining mercs down with constant gunfire. Not the best plan by any means, but then this was Luther.

“We’re here!” Drake cried out to save being shot. “Where are they?”

“And get your stupid ass down from there!” Alicia yelled.

Luther slithered down the side of the car, still firing. “I got two to the right, two to the left,” he shouted out car makes and models, but Drake could see clearly the vehicles that had been sprayed with bullets.

“Kenzie?”

“Pinned behind the fountain. Didn’t you see her?”

“No, no, where—”

It was then that Kenzie scaled a wall and jumped down into the car park behind two mercs. She was upon them in seconds, holding one by the throat and trying to fend the other off. Alicia and Mai knelt down and sighted their weapons but couldn’t fire for fear of hitting the Israeli.

Kenzie choked the first man unconscious but couldn’t stop the second from attacking her. Bruising her ribs with a boot, he then launched a knee right at the side of her head. With nowhere to go she took the blow on her ear, smashing her face against the side of the car.

She fell backward, flat out, groaning.

The merc sighted down on her. Kenzie kicked out with her legs, struck his shins. Still neither Alicia nor Mai could get a proper shot; the vehicle was an SUV, and the figures were largely hidden. Kenzie struggled, but the blow to the head had dazed her, making the constant kicks to the merc’s shins too weak to bother him.

Looking down at her, he pulled the trigger.

An instant before the gun boomed the merc jerked backward, head blown backward by the bullet Alicia fired into his skull. Risking everything, she had dashed toward the car, in the line of fire, and rolled around the side, coming up with the gun in her hands.

The merc fell. Kenzie nodded in relief.

That left Drake and Luther to cover Alicia’s run and try to take out the other two mercs. Several shots were fired, but then Luther got bored and climbed into the car he’d been standing on.

“Don’t have time for this,” he growled.

Drake set the chain straight around his neck and leapt out of the way as Luther gunned the vehicle’s engine, making it scream, then set off with tires squealing and created a head-on collision with the other car. The mercs staggered back, away from cover. Drake picked them off with two bullets.

“About time.” Luther slammed the car door, then surveyed the car park. “We ready?”

“Yeah, we have the chain.”

“Well, I didn’t think that was a lei around your neck, dude.”

Quickly, they escaped the area, conscious that Hayden’s team were under fire and several more weapons were still out there. This was only the beginning.