Island 731 (41 page)

Bennett has to be stopped
, Hawkins thought.

Suddenly, the fuzzy chimera leapt from the ground, reaching its claws toward Kaiju’s eyes. But the small chimera never made it. The monster opened its jaws, caught the smaller creature by the back of its neck, and bit down. Death was quick.

Was Kaiju killing the children quickly on purpose? Was it being merciful?

“No!” Joliet shouted, stepping forward. “They’re your children! Don’t you remember that?”

“Her
children
?” Bennett said. He turned to Kaiju. “Old girl, you’ve been keeping secrets.”

Hawkins saw Lilly stir in a patch of grass. Without a second thought, he ran to her and knelt down. Bennett was distracted for the moment.

He looked into the yellow eyes. She bared her teeth and hissed. Hawkins nearly retreated, but then her features softened and a slight smile formed. “You came,” she said.

“Sorry about what I said. About everything,” Hawkins whispered. “I didn’t understand.”

She looked into his eyes, squinting, and then nodded. “Okay.”

Hawkins reached down and picked the girl up. She was covered in dense but soft fur, black as night, but she had the body of a human five year old. Hawkins grunted as he lifted her. She was heavier than a human. The girl clung to him as he hustled back to the others. He handed Lilly toward Drake. Man and chimera-girl looked at each other, uncertain. But when she reached out for him, Drake took her, his muscles holding her weight better than Hawkins’s. In exchange, Hawkins took the knife.

“Please tell me you didn’t come here for them?” Bennett said. A bullet pinged off the cement by his foot, making him jump.

The battle was close; just one hundred feet away, separated by a thin smattering of palms and a shrinking army of chimeras. Hawkins noticed that no more draco-snakes were coming out of the jungle. The reinforcements had run out. Of course, neither side of the conflict knew that a third, far more overwhelming force would soon arrive. Hawkins glanced uphill. The spiders had yet to crest the top.

“Kam asked me to,” Hawkins said, but he didn’t speak to Bennett. He spoke to Kaiju. “You hid them from Bennett because you cared about them. And Kam cared about them. Called them brothers and sisters. Saving them was his last—”

“Kill them!” Bennett shouted.

Kaiju charged.

Hawkins turned to the others. “Get to the boat. I’ll meet you there!”

“Mark, no,” Joliet said.

“Bray, take her!”

Bray wrapped a big arm around Joliet’s waist and hoisted her up. Drake led the trio toward the jungle and ocean beyond, following a diagonal path away from Bennett, but closer to the fighting soldiers. Joliet kicked and screamed. Lilly just clung to Drake, staring back at Hawkins with sad eyes that revealed she believed she’d never see him again. When he saw her eyes widen with fear, he knew he’d watched them too long.

Hawkins was lifted from the ground, clutched around the ribs by Kaiju’s aye-aye hand. Despite the crushing pain, he managed to hang on to the butcher knife. With a shout, he brought the knife down and plunged it into the monster’s shoulder. The sharp blade slid through skin and muscle, three inches deep.

Kaiju let go of Hawkins, but it wasn’t all good news. The nine-foot-tall beast had lifted him up, nearly over its head. He fell hard to the ground at her feet. He struggled to stand, but was backhanded by the polar bear claw. The strike sprawled him to the ground and knocked the knife from his hand.

No chance of being the more aggressive predator
, Hawkins thought as he struggled to his feet.
Then again, Kaiju isn’t exactly being the most aggressive predator, either
. He’d seen how quickly it’d slaughtered the soldiers in front of the gallery. Why was it taking it so long to kill a single man armed with just a knife?

The aye-aye hand found him again, this time hooking its four remaining claws into the skin of his back as it slammed him to the ground.

Kaiju roared and leaned in close. Its jaws opened wide enough to envelope and bite off Hawkins’s face. He squirmed for freedom, turning his head away from the open maw. But Kaiju never bit down. He could feel and smell the hot, rancid breath on the side of his face, but the attack had stalled.

“Son.”

Hawkins flinched at the sound of Kaiju’s voice. It had a deep rumble to it as he expected, but there was also a trace of femininity. He turned to face her.

“My son,” she said.

Hawkins wasn’t sure if she was asking a question or claiming him as her own. There were no inflections to her voice, just words. “Kamato,” he said, thinking she would recognize him by his full name.

“You say Kam,” she corrected. “Where son.”

Still no inflection, but Hawkins knew it was a question. Hawkins wasn’t sure how to answer that. Hell, any answer might end with him being crushed to death. And if he told the truth?

Kaiju picked him up off the ground and slammed him back down. He coughed and wheezed, trying to catch a breath against the force of her grip.

“Kill him!” Bennett shouted. The sounds of battle were painfully close. “We need to go!”

“Where,” Kaiju growled.

It was clear that if Hawkins didn’t answer, she’d kill him anyway. Not only was the truth his best chance at surviving, but she also deserved to know her son’s fate. “Dead.”

Kaiju’s grip tightened.

“How.”

Hawkins could barely breath, let alone speak. “Stabbed,” he wheezed. “Bennett. Bennett killed him.”

The pressure fell away as Kaiju let go. The three-foot quills on her back rattled and shook. With a snarl, she turned back toward Bennett.

“What are you doing?” Bennett shouted. “Kill him!”

Hawkins sat up, clutching his chest. “She knows. About Kam.”

Bennett looked mortified.

Kaiju took a step toward him.

He stepped away. “Kaiju. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Kamato. He was my brother.”

“Not brother!” Kaiju shouted. “Son!”

The giant monster got just two steps into her charge when—
pulse, pulse
—she froze.

Hawkins eyed the small remote in Bennett’s hand. He was no longer pushing it continuously. The battle was all but over. In fact, some of the soldiers were now headed their way, weaving through the trees, aiming their weapons.

“Kaiju,” Bennett said. “It doesn’t matter whether or not you like what I’m telling you to do. It doesn’t matter if I just had you kill your children, or that I put a knife in Kam’s chest. All that matters is that you obey. Now, kill him.”

Pulse, pulse
—

Hawkins put all of his strength into the throw. The blade glinted in the sun’s light, looking like an oblong strobe light as it crossed the distance. Hawkins had remembered the knife blade still tucked away in its sheath. Without a handle, it would have made a poor weapon choice against Kaiju. But against a man, at a distance, the blade worked just fine.

Bennett shouted in pain as the blade struck home. The blow hadn’t been as dramatic as Hawkins had hoped—the dull side struck Bennett’s hand—but the intended effect was the same: Bennett dropped the remote and never finished triggering the third pulse. The two-pulse burst effectively canceled the kill order and unleashed Kaiju.

Bennett scrambled for the remote at the same moment the beast he’d controlled for so long turned on him. Bennett must have realized he wouldn’t be able to reach the remote and trigger another two-pulse burst because he got to his feet with a scream and sprinted in the opposite direction.

Hawkins limped in slow pursuit, stopping when he reached the remote. He bent down and picked it up.

Kaiju roared as she chased Bennett through the jungle. He was fleet-footed and did an admirable job weaving in and out of the trees. But Kaiju slowly closed the distance like a cheetah pursuing a gazelle. It would be over in a few seconds.

Hawkins flipped the remote over and found a plastic indentation. The device slipped open, revealing two more red buttons. Neither was labeled, but he knew these were the buttons that would detonate the explosives in Kaiju’s and Kam’s bodies.

Bennett squealed like a wounded pig. Kaiju was upon him. He could see her claws sweeping back and forth, goring the smaller man.

No one should live like that,
he thought. Kaiju had been born a monster, but part of her was still human. What she was, what she’d done, had to weigh on her. And now her son was dead. All that was left for her was killing. Hawkins offered a silent “sorry” and pushed both buttons.

50.

Bennett screamed as he was lifted off the ground. Kaiju gripped the man’s thigh in her aye-aye hand and his torso with the polar bear claw. His guts hung from his sliced-open belly. Her massive muscles twitched as she pulled. Bennett’s wail reached an impossible pitch as he came apart.

And then both of them ceased to exist.

Hawkins had no idea what explosive Bennett had used, or how much, but it seemed like overkill. Their bodies were instantly vaporized, becoming a cloud of pink before being enveloped by flame and consumed by smoke.

The blast knocked nearby palms to the ground and sent Hawkins flying. He felt the landing, but only briefly.

When he opened his eyes, he found the barrel of an M4 carbine assault rifle with a laser sight aimed at his forehead. His vision spun and his ears rang. There were people standing above him, at least eight mercenaries.

Above the ringing in his ears, he could hear the chop of helicopters, but no gunfire. The battle, it seemed, was over. An Apache roared past overhead and began circling the clearing.

“Who are you?” Hawkins groaned. He pushed himself up onto his elbows. The barrel of the M4 settled on his forehead.

“Don’t move,” the soldier ordered. No threat was required. The M4 spoke loudly enough. Hawkins stopped, but didn’t lie back down. They were going to kill him, of that he had no doubt. But there was a reason they hadn’t already. He looked up at the soldier. The man wore black gear from head to toe. His vest and belt were thick with knives, ammo clips, and a variety of grenades. Enough to wage a one-man war. Hawkins would have liked to look the man in the eyes, but they were concealed behind a pair of reflective sunglasses. Even the man’s lower face was concealed by a black mask.

“Move aside,” said a gruff voice.

The soldiers parted for the newcomer. Like the rest of them, a black uniform concealed his identity, but his voice was older and held authority. This was the man in charge. He stood over Hawkins, turning his head from side to side as he looked him over.

“Huh,” the man said. He reached into a pocket on his vest and took out a stack of laminated cards bound by a metal ring. He flipped through them, occasionally pausing to glance at Hawkins’s face.

Hawkins realized the man was looking at a stack of faces, like the cards used to identify terrorists post-9/11. Only the faces on these cards were Island 731 staff and scientists. “You won’t find me.”

“I’m starting to see that.” The man lowered the cards. “Who the hell are you?”

Hawkins nearly didn’t answer, but decided it couldn’t hurt. With the
Magellan
still floating in the lagoon, withholding his identity wouldn’t protect the others if they managed to escape.

“Mark Hawkins. I’m a crewmember on board the
Magellan.
”

“That the ship anchored in the bay?”

Hawkins nodded. “We were brought here against our will. The crew was tortured, murdered, and experimented on.”

The man shook his head. He squatted down next to Hawkins, removed his glasses, and pulled down his mask.

Dammit
, Hawkins thought,
now they’re definitely going to kill me
.

The man had a salt-and-pepper, close-cropped beard. His pale eyes were intense, but held a hint of remorse. “Are there any other survivors?”

“None,” Hawkins said without hesitation.

“He’s lying, sir,” one of the other soldiers said. “We saw three more flee into the jungle to the south. Reno and Dolan are on them.”

“Check on their status,” the older man commanded.

The soldier tapped his ear and spoke. “Action Team Beta, report.”

Hawkins heard nothing, but could tell the man was listening. “Castle, they’re closing on targets. Requesting permission to engage.”

Hawkins closed his eyes and rubbed his head. He couldn’t think of any way out of this mess, for himself or the others. Even if they made it to the disguised boat, the Apache helicopters no doubt had heat sensors that could easily pick up their bodies, or a warm engine, against the cool backdrop of the Pacific. Then the name registered. Castle. “Michael Castle.”

The man’s head snapped toward him. His eyebrows furrowed. “Where the
fuck
did you hear that name?”

Hawkins cringed. Had he just signed their death warrants? Instead of answering the question, he asked one of his own. It was a bit of a leap, based on what Green had told him, but the way he commanded these men left little doubt that he was actually the man in charge. “How long have you been running the program on this island?”

The man tensed, but answered. “Since you were still in diapers. Had a good thing going. Real progress. Looked away for a few years and things fell to shit. Too many balls in the air.”

Too many balls in the air?
Hawkins wondered.
Are there other secret research programs like this one?

“How do you justify it?” Hawkins asked, growing angry.

“Justify it?” Castle said and then chuckled. “Justify it. Are you that naïve? The modern world wouldn’t exist without research done by people like me. Medicine, surgical techniques, the weapons that keep you and your pals safe, and just about every damn thing you buy in a store, including the grocery store, has a history that would make you squirm. Human experimentation is part of human evolution. Those of us who can stomach it are servants, not criminals.” He shook his head again like he couldn’t believe he had to explain.

“And DARPA? Are they a part of this?” The knowledge wouldn’t do Hawkins any good, but he wanted to know and every second they spoke was an extra second the others had to make their escape.