Sword Of God (4 page)

No key was required. Just a touch of the ignition button and the engine roared to life. “I hope our plane is newer than this.”

Kia laughed, a smile once again brightening her face. “Don’t worry, sir.
RTS
is equipped with the best technology in the world. We keep relics like this for personal use only. Most of the major roads on Kwajalein are paved, but when you hit the smaller atolls, you’re forced to deal wim coral-lined tracks. And jeeps tend to thrive in that terrain.”

He nodded while shifting his attention to the nighttime sky. The alabaster moon, tucked behind a bank of clouds, occasionally showed itself, lighting the coconut palms that dominated the tropical landscape. The temperature was in the mideighties, a pleasant change from the harsh Pittsburgh winter that Payne was used to facing in December.

As if reading his mind, Kia said, “The temperature here is remarkably consistent, averaging roughly eighty-two every month. Strangely, the nighttime temperature is three to five degrees
warmer
than the afternoon temperature. Mostly because of all the daytime rain.”

“A translator
and
a weather girl. It looks like the colonel found me a winner.”

“Actually, sir, I found Colonel Harrington.” The jeep squeaked to a halt as she stopped outside the airport command center. “I was born on a U.S. Army base near Seoul, so I know the language and people of South Korea better than most. I realized an old-school soldier like the colonel wouldn’t consider a woman for this job unless he was talked into it. So I called in every favor I possibly could for the opportunity to join your team.”

“You did
what?”

“I called in several favors—”

“Hold up! Let me get this straight. You’re saying you’re
not
used to fieldwork.”

“No, sir. But—”

“Tell me, Choi, what
are
you used to doing?”

‘Translating.”

“I know, but where?”

“Behind a desk.”

Payne groaned as he climbed out of the jeep and walked toward the building. It was bad enough that he was asked to run a mission with no prep time, but to assign him a rookie in such a critical role? What the hell was Harrington thinking? Her inexperience was going to cause a whole new set of problems.

“Sir,” she pleaded as she hustled after him, “I know this isn’t what you were expecting, but I promise I won’t let you down.”

“Glad to hear it, Choi. Because if you do, there’s a good chance we’ll all end up dead.”

Saturday, December 30

Jeju Island, South Korea

The seventy-mile boat ride across Jeju Strait was eerily silent, partially due to the trio’s jet lag and partially from a lack of camaraderie. Their flight to Japan had gone smoothly, as did their trip to the southern tip of the Korean Peninsula. Good weather, no red tape, few delays. Kia showed off her translating skills at die Tokyo airport, easily switching from Japanese to Korean. According to her file, she was able to speak seven languages and read three more, which was a remarkable feat—especially since Payne and Jones had worked with some Americans who could barely speak English. Still, one issue gnawed at them: how would Kia react under pressure? It was one thing to ask a stewardess for more honey-roasted nuts in a foreign language; it was quite another to lie to an armed guard who was one flick of his finger away from blowing off your head.

In the field,
that
was the skill that made a good translator.

Normally Payne and Jones, who had reputations for cracking jokes and encouraging levity on their squad, would be in the midst of playful banter, but neither of them was in a talkative mood. Payne occupied his time studying the approaching coast through binoculars, while Jones sat upright in the rear of the boat’s cabin, catching a nap. His body swayed to the rhythm of the pounding waves. Left and right, back and forth, up and down. Never opening his eyes and never appearing unsteady. It was a skill he had developed in the MANIACs—sleeping whenever and wherever he could.

Kia, on the other hand, was anxious. She had taken Dramamine before they shoved out to sea, and so far her stomach had cooperated. At least in terms of seasickness. Unfortunately, the medication did little to quell the anxiety that was raging in her gut. So much was riding on this mission, much more than she was willing to admit. If she screwed up … hell, she didn’t even want to think about it. Dwelling on the possibilities would only make her more nauseous.

The trio’s silence continued until their boat approached the northern end of the island. Jones sensed their change in speed and opened his eyes. “Are we there yet?”

“Looks that way,” Payne said as he secured one of the ropes to the back of the boat. “My guess is that’s our welcoming party.”

An Asian-American soldier, wearing blue jeans and a thick sweater, met them at the dock with a midsize
SUV
. He didn’t salute and warned them about displaying any military behavior outside of the cave. Don’t use ranks. Don’t use names. And don’t tell anyone, including the soldiers who were guarding the site, why they were actually there. Only a select few—those inside the cave—knew what was going on, and it was imperative that things stayed that way.

The weather was crisp, somewhere in the low forties, but it felt much colder because of the icy breeze that surged off the water. The people of Jeju often referred to their home as Samdado: the island of three abundances—wind
,
rocks
,
and women
.
Jagged cliffs of black stone lined the northern face and made up the island’s core, formed by a volcanic eruption during the Quaternary Period of the Cenozoic Era. No historical records exist before the life of Christ, but local folklore insists that three leather-clad gods rose from the earth and used Tam-naguk (now called Jeju) for hunting. This continued until the gods stumbled upon a wooden chest that contained three princesses from the East Sea. The three gods married the three ladies and spent the rest of their lives raising five different grains, cows, and horses.

“You guys ever been here?” asked the soldier as he pulled their
SUV
onto the highway that led to Mount Halla, the highest mountain in South Korea. Its white peak rose 6,000 feet above sea level, spreading east to west across the center of the 712-square-mile island. “The coastal areas are swarming with tourists, particularly newlyweds. Asians view Jeju as the ultimate destination for honeymooners. Some people call it the Korean Hawaii.”

Payne studied the distant landscape—thick groves of alpine trees covered the black basalt—and disagreed with the comparison. “Doesn’t look like Hawaii.”

“Doesn’t feel like it, either,” Jones declared from the backseat. “Turn on the damn heater.”

The soldier smiled and cranked up the temperature. “Koreans actually embrace the variety of climates on Jeju. It’s one of the only places in the world where you can find both polar and tropical animals living on the same island.”

Payne nodded. “That’s kind of unique.”

“That’s
nothing.
This mountain we’re driving up right now, the one with all the snow on the top? It’s actually a volcano. When was the last time you saw snow on a volcano?”

“It’s been a while. We don’t have volcanoes in Pittsburgh.”

“Obviously it’s dormant now, but Mount Halla’s eruption formed this island millions of years ago. Everything you see—the hotels, the lakes, the trees—is sitting on volcanic rock. But the most remarkable part is what you can’t see. The core of this entire island is surging with lava tubes, massive wormholes snaking through the earth like giant veins. And I’m not talking small caves. I’m talking
huge.
The largest is more than eight miles long.”

Running throughout the northeastern corner of the island, Manjanggul is one of the longest lava tube systems in the world. The width of the main cave varies between six and seventy feet, while the height soars to more than ninety feet in certain spots. Tourists flock to three main entrances, where they are able to explore the naturally formed lava pillars and stalactites, including a landmark called Turtle Rock, which looks like an ancient turtle crawling out of the depths of Earth. Public tours are stopped six-tenths of a mile deep, leaving seven and a half miles to scientists who observe bats and other underground creatures in their natural habitat. They also study the tubes themselves, trying to ascertain why rivers of lava that once flowed deep underground burst to the surface, leaving massive chasms behind.

Experts believe there are more than a hundred lava tubes on Jeju, but only 60 percent have been documented in public records. The others are either undiscovered or being used for alternative purposes—such as the cave the U.S. military was studying. It was being protected by the top soldiers in the Pacific fleet.

A thick rope hung between two camphor trees at the bottom of the rocky trail, blocking all unauthorized personnel. Two soldiers dressed in casual clothes sat on folding chairs, checking IDs. If they were trying to look inconspicuous, they were unsuccessful. Their size and skin color gave them away. Thankfully, other soldiers fared much better. Their painted faces and camouflage uniforms blended in with the nearby woods, making them virtually invisible. They scanned the terrain with their sniper scopes, poised to eliminate any trespassers who tried to approach the cave. Although this island was South Korean, this hillside temporarily belonged to the United States of America.

Members of Payne’s team flashed their credentials and were given immediate access to the site. Led by the soldier from the
SUV
, the trio climbed the path behind him, careful where they stepped. First Jones, then Kia, then Payne, his eyes darting back and forth, noticing everything. Azalea bushes, no longer in bloom, dotted the lower landscape, as did fields of long brown grass that rustled like dead leaves every time the wind blew. Up ahead, larger trees lined the basalt trail, roots and trunks squeezing out of narrow fissures in the stone. Fingerlike branches waved overhead, swaying against the breeze, as if urging them to stop. Under their footsteps, rocks crunched like broken bones, the sound mixing with the stale scent that wafted down the hillside like a waterfall of stench. The entire place felt macabre, like nothing Payne had ever experienced before. In his mind, he likened it to the setting of an Edgar Allan Poe story.

“Good Lord,” Payne said. “What in the world is that smell?”

The driver answered coyly. “It’s the reason you’re here.”

Fifteen feet from the cave entrance, each member of Payne’s team was given three things: a surgical mask, surgical gloves, and crime-scene booties to be slipped over their shoes. Yet no instructions or details were provided.

Jones eyed the driver. “Are you worried we’ll contaminate the scene?”

“Just the opposite. We’re worried about the scene getting on you.”

“What does that mean?”

The driver inched backward. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Kia frowned. “You’re not coming with us?”

“Not a chance. I saw it once and that was enough for me.”

Confused, she turned toward Payne. “Sir, what’s going on here? What is this place?”

He shrugged while sliding his mask over his nose and mouth. “We’re about to find out.”

In the summertime the six-foot crack in the stone mountain would have been covered by leaves and vines that dangled from the overhead cliff. Now the only thing protecting it was the team of snipers who hid in the trees. Payne studied the natural opening, looking for clues as to what might lie ahead. The only thing that stood out was the stench that seeped through his mask. It was a smell he recognized, one that foreshadowed a change in their assignment.

This wasn’t going to be a rescue mission. It was something far worse.

Turning on his flashlight, Payne took a few steps inside and let his eyes adjust to the gloom. Jones and Kia followed closely. The breeze that had been prevalent on the outside had relented, replaced by dampness in the air that made the stone floor slick and the walls seep. The year-round temperature in the caves on Jeju was roughly fifty degrees, but the high humidity made it feel colder. Moisture clung to their clothes, their hair, their skin. So did the ghastly stench. It was far worse than a sewer. It was like walking into an autopsy.

Payne focused on Kia. “Are you squeamish? If so, I need to know right now.”

“No, sir. I’m not squeamish. Why?”

“Because this is going to be bad. Worse than anything you’ve seen before.”

Kia grimaced. “How do you know?”

“Experience.”

“You used to investigate crime scenes?”

Jones answered for him. “No, we used to cause them.”

Payne said nothing as he turned from Kia. He knew she was aware of their background with the MANIACs and the types of missions they used to run. Still, for a split second, he was embarrassed. Not for his actions—he was quite proud of his military record—but the way his past had been framed. Kia was a new member of his team, and he didn’t want her to get the wrong impression. He wasn’t a killer or a criminal. He was a soldier. Nothing more, nothing less.

Up ahead a shadow danced on the cave wall. Payne spotted it and headed toward the source of the light. It was a faint glow deep within the bowels of the mountain, yet he knew its intensity would increase tenfold when he reached the scene. Each step brought new sensations that he noted. The rumble of a portable generator. The artificial heat from overhead lights. The echoing drip of seeping liquid. And a stagnant cloud of that god-awful stench. It was inescapable. Unforgettable.

“Don’t touch anything,” he stressed to Kia. “And if you feel nauseous—”

“I
won’t
feel nauseous.”

Payne stopped and put his hand on her shoulder. “But
if
you feel nauseous, just leave the scene. Don’t ask for permission. Just go. Get some fresh air, collect your thoughts, whatever you need to do. Just don’t get sick at the scene. That’s very important.”

“I’ll be fine, sir.”

“Thankfully,” Jones joked, “if she does vomit, this place will smell better.”