Black Mountain (31 page)

Matt noticed that Sarah had her eyes closed, as if listening for something too. She opened them and frowned. ‘Yes, I thought there was something . . .’ She shook her head, as if the thought had evaporated.

Thomas stepped out onto the path, his feet making scrunching sounds in the fresh snow. He stayed close to the rock wall, clearly not trusting the stability of the edge. A few paces along, he paused to feel around with his foot, then kneeled and began pulling at something. He gave up and settled for clearing away some of the snow.

Matt plodded towards him as fast as he could, and hunched down beside him. Sarah and Charles quickly followed. Thomas shook his head and reached up to grip the small pouch again.

‘This is worse than I thought.’ He sighed. ‘I should have known better.’

He took off his pack and pulled out a pink bath towel, which he spread out on the snow. ‘Give me a hand.’

Matt helped the old man to heft several cinderblock-sized pieces of stone onto the towel, Thomas groaning from the effort. When they were done, he stood slowly and exhaled.

‘They must all be out,’ he said. ‘All the wall stones have been removed. I did not bring enough cement to replace this many.’

Sarah leaned forward to examine the stones. ‘They all look different.’

Matt pointed at one of the roughly square blocks. ‘This one’s fairly new – maybe a few hundred years old. But this one’s probably ten times that. And this one,’ he indicated a stone that was crumbling and black with age, ‘well, it’s probably the oldest representation of Paleo-Indian stonemasonry I’ve ever seen in my life.’ He placed his fingertips on the ancient stonework.

Thomas made a sound of confirmation in his throat. ‘It must be from the inner wall.’ He looked over his shoulder, before turning back to Matt. ‘According to the legend, there were three layers of wall – the first to contain the beast, the second to bind its spirit, and the third to keep
us
out.’ He ran a gnarled hand over the oldest stone’s rough edges. ‘The walls were mighty; they needed to be, considering what was being sealed inside. The inner layer of stone has never been seen since it was originally built by the First People.’ He sat back on his haunches and looked up into their faces. ‘I never expected . . .’ he shook his head. ‘It’s too much work. I can’t rebuild it.’

They all stood silently for a moment. Matt pushed the stone over, and over again. It was blank on all sides. ‘This doesn’t have the same carved warning as the outer stones.’

‘That’s odd,’ Thomas said. ‘Perhaps the ancient ones felt the warning wasn’t needed on the inner walls . . . or maybe the rest of the tale is in the cave itself.’

He looked up, and the three scientists followed his eyes. A triangular-shaped black maw was just visible in the side of the mountain, before the steep angle of the cliff swallowed it up.

Matt wiped his hands and stood up. ‘What now?’

Thomas got to his feet too. ‘Now . . . we’re fucked. Unless you brought some dynamite.’

He pulled a ten-pound bag of cement out of his pack and dropped it onto the path. It instantly sank into the snow. ‘We should get out of here.’

‘Wait, wait, wait,’ Charles said, holding up his hands. ‘Look, Mr Red Cloud, I’m still not totally convinced that the Gigantopithecus even came out of that hole. Seems unbelievable that something could survive for millennia walled up in a cave; and I doubt it’s been brought back to life somehow. These creatures were undoubtedly troglo
philes
, but I’m sure they weren’t fully troglobiont.’

Thomas blinked at Charles, then shook his head slowly. ‘Sonny,’ he said, as if talking to a child on the verge of a tantrum, ‘I don’t understand a word of what you just said. But the stones came out of that cave there, followed by something larger, which then went back in. Do you know what dried blood looks like, Mr Schroder?’

Charles’s head moved in a gesture that could have indicated yes, no or both.

‘Well, sonny, it looks like that.’ Thomas pointed to a large streak of rusty brown on the wall about twenty feet along the path. ‘Yep, just like that. I reckon something dragged fresh meat into that hole up there.’

Sarah put her hands on her hips. ‘Fresh meat. Great. That’s it – we’re leaving.’

Thomas nodded at her. ‘I agree, Ms Sommer. We need to make our way back down and work out what to bring with us next time. I was serious about the dynamite.’ He looked up at the sky. ‘We’ve only a few hours until we lose the light. This time of year, twilight comes around three o’clock.’

Charles looked from Sarah to Thomas, his face twisted into a mask of disbelief. ‘What? No! We’ve got nothing – no samples, no pictures, no proof. Matt, buddy, c’mon, back me on this. We need to take a look. For Chrissake,
you’re
the guy that freakin’ dragged me out here.’

Matt looked up at the rock wall, then back at his friend. He pulled off his knitted cap and scratched his head, thinking.

‘You want to go
into
the cave?’ Thomas said incredulously. ‘What exactly do you think you’ll find in there, Mr Schroder? Other than a lot of bones, maybe fresh bones . . . maybe soon your own bones.’

‘Sorry, Charles,’ Matt said. ‘He’s right. We’re not prepared to go into a cave – believe me, I’ve been caving before and you need a truckload more equipment than we’ve brought. Besides, I get the feeling that if we run across the Gigantopithecus, it isn’t exactly going to happily say hello in sign language, like Koko the ape.’

But Charles was furiously shaking his head. He looked up at the cave mouth, seeming to measure the angle, as though planning to try to run up the wall by himself.

‘For God’s sake, Charles – can’t you feel it?’ Sarah said. ‘Can’t you smell it? There’s a large carnivore in this area, maybe not a troglobiont but probably nocturnal. We aren’t ready to deal with it out in the open, in the light, let alone in the fucking dark. I thought we’d just be taking some long-distance photographs, collecting spore samples and maybe footprints. But climbing into its lair?’ She made a chopping motion with her hand. ‘No way!’

She turned and walked a few paces back towards the cliff wall, her arms wrapped around herself, then stopped and crouched down to the snow.

‘There’s something else here,’ she said. ‘I felt my foot press down on it.’

She dug around for a few seconds, then lifted her prize slowly, her face turning into a mask of horror. ‘Oh. Oh no . . . look.’ It was a small pink rubber boot. Sarah’s hand was shaking as she held it. ‘The Wilson girl – she was only about five, I think.’

She held the boot out to Thomas, who just looked away, muttering something. Sarah stood and looked up and down the path, holding the boot out as though offering it to its owner. ‘Emma,’ she called, then louder, ‘Emma!’

Thomas shook his head, put his hands over his ears and walked a few paces back along the path.

‘Foxes pick up junk, you know,’ Matt said. ‘Maybe one of them brought it up here.’

‘So do apes,’ Charles said.

‘No!’ Sarah yelled, her face turning red.

Both Matt and Charles froze as the echo bounced around them.

Matt turned to Charles. ‘Way to go, Charlie Brown. You didn’t need to say that bit about apes out loud, you know.’

‘Shut up, all of you.’ Thomas had turned back towards them. ‘I can hear that damned music again. Everyone, spread out along the path. Let’s see if we can determine where it’s coming from.’

Sarah’s eyes went wide for a moment, then she nodded vigorously and headed further up the path. Matt walked a few paces back the way they’d come, towards the edge of the drop-off. Charles did the same in the opposite direction, closer to the cave wall. Thomas stayed where he was in the centre of the newly formed track.

As Matt went to pull his boot from the snow to take another step, he heard something just above the low moan of the wind. He paused and listened, and heard it again – a tinkling sound that seemed to rise as the wind did. He slowly took the step, pulled the hood of his parka away from one ear and turned his head slightly – there it was again. He raised his hand. ‘I got it.’

Charles confirmed straight after that he also could hear a faint sound.

‘I can hear it now,’ Sarah said.

They all waited in silence, watching Thomas. He slowly turned his head back and forth, his eyes closed. He opened them and looked at each of the young scientists. ‘Point to where you think the sound is coming from.’

Matt, Charles and Sarah stayed silent for another moment, then each raised an arm, fingers pointing. At the same time, Thomas raised his own arm. He grunted as he saw that all four of them were pointing to the cave opening directly above them.

*

Bill Logan punched the harness release disc on his chest and the straps fell away, to be immediately drawn back up inside the helicopter. It had been a stomach-churning drop in the swirling and freezing air, powdery snow blowing ferociously around them. Rappelling down onto a slope of about forty-five degrees made finding your footing treacherous, and had presented problems to even his youngest officers.

Logan squinted up to see Colonel Jack Hammerson coming down fast and easy, as though he rappelled every day of his life. He shook his head; the man was obviously older than him, but about five times as fit, Logan guessed, and ten times as deadly. If Jack Hammerson was regular army, then he was Lucille Ball.

On the ground, Hammerson took a quick look around then gave the chopper a thumbs-up. The pilot returned the gesture, and the enormous machine slowly swung away. Logan noticed that the Franks woman had gone into some sort of well-rehearsed action plan. She went out to the right first, facing away from the group, holding a small scope up to her eye. Then she swung to the left to repeat the pattern.

Hammerson was gazing at the sky. Logan knew what he was looking at: the cloud cover was now slate-coloured and there were no more shadows. He reckoned they had less than an hour of light. It’d be cold and dark soon and they were a long way from home . . . and in the territory of something that he hoped Kearns and his friends had been damned wrong about.

Earning my pay today
, he thought, as Hammerson made his way over.

‘Going to be dark soon, Chief. We should arrive at the track in about an hour. I’d like to suggest you wait here – secure the rear position. Maybe set up a safe area in the event we all need to spend the night here, or fall back in a hurry.’

Logan smiled. ‘And miss the party? No chance. Besides, I get a feeling that you’re tracking more than whatever’s been bothering my town and sent those three fools up to the Black Dome. Me and my men can make it a little further – you may need us.’

Hammerson nodded and stuck out his hand. ‘Okay, and good luck, Bill.’

Logan shook it. ‘Hope we don’t need it. But you too, Jack.’

*

The creature lifted its head and sniffed deeply. It could sense the small animals approaching – many scents from many different directions. Close by was the smell of fresh meat, slightly masked by the sweet odours of whatever they anointed their bodies with. Underlying them, the scent of fear, which excited it.

A heavy, unfamiliar vibration filled the air, along with the smell of metal. The vibration faded, leaving behind more animal smells.

Lastly, from another direction, came something else. A strange scent, with an edge of violence, rage and with a blood lust that rivalled its own.

The creature pulled further back into the deep caves.

TWENTY-NINE

The Infiniti G35 coasted to a stop next to the solitary dark blue SUV. Its three occupants stepped out and stood looking up towards the top of the mountain that was now completely obscured by low cloud. The green spikes of the trees were frosted right down to where they stood at the beginning of the track. Each man wore a white padded coverall with the hood up. Beneath the hoods sat ski masks, which gave the men a non-human, featureless appearance. Wisps of steam rose from their torsos.

One of them inspected the interior of the SUV, while another pulled a large duffel bag from the rear of their own car. It sagged under the weight of its contents. He placed it on the car hood, unzipped it and removed several pieces of equipment and handguns with unusually long barrels and large square grips. Each man strapped his weapons around his waist, and slid other items into his coverall’s pockets.

One of them walked a few paces towards the mountain and looked up at it through a small metallic scope. He swivelled it to gain perspective, then, satisfied, slid it back into its pouch. He listened for a moment to some near silent instructions and then spoke quickly as if to the mountain itself. He turned to the other two and motioned flat-handed up the slope.

The three men began to sprint the many miles to the Arcadian’s position.

*

Sam Reid sat in Hammerson’s darkened office observing the images from the VELA satellite on the wall-sized screen. He was receiving a real-time image feed of the activity on the mountain, and was able to zoom down to the treetops or pull back to the height of the peaks if he so wished. The images were still resolving through the cloud cover, but becoming slightly grainy as the natural light started to fade.

Major Gerry Harris had told him that the dual feed was still occurring and he was pretty sure it was Medical Division that was siphoning off the data. What alarmed the technician even more was that he’d detected another periodic extraction – someone had inserted a data sniffer into his code. Every now and then the tiny bot would wake up, vacuum up information and then go dormant, which made it impossible to find. He didn’t want to call in an alert, he told Sam, because then Hammerson’s own data views would be questioned. As Harris described the intrusion, Sam detected a note of admiration in the man’s voice – whoever was looking over their shoulder was good. Sam had an idea who it could be, but he’d decided to let it run for now, as things on the mountain looked to be coming to a head.

He watched Hammerson’s team hit the ground, and saw the big chopper swoop away into one of the mountain’s valleys. He had been following Alex and Senesh ever since they’d left their car and could see that the boss and Casey Franks had set down well above them. The HAWCs would be waiting for the pair when they arrived.