The Betrayed Series: Ultimate Omnibus Collection With EXCLUSIVE Post-Shiva Short Story (113 page)

Bunny’s guide might be one of the first she tested. Then onward to the next town that had a number of brunettes who stood out from the sea of blondes that inhabited this island. The Norsemen were light skinned and light eyed because of the extreme northern latitudes in which they had descended. With narrow angle light and not much of it, their skin needed to lighten up to allow more production of vitamin D. On the other hand at the equator, with full angle sunlight and plenty of it, skin and eye color had to darken up to protect against skin cancer. There was no better or worse, there was just adaptation to light conditions.

After collecting the obvious samples, Rebecca would then track down relatives of those dark-haired citizens to try and build a family tree. Hopefully, at that point she could build a timeline of when the Jewish population landed on Iceland. From there, they might be able to track down where on the continent that population had come from, and then backtrack as far as that would take her, trying to find a trail to the Disciples’ front door.

It was a long shot, but since all of the Disciples had been killed in the cavern, they had absolutely no leads to where the upper management of the Disciples were holed up. And if they were ever going to be safe, they needed to root out the Disciples just like they had the Knot. Okay, so that had been Brandt’s team doing the rooting, but this time he needed her to find them. They couldn’t root what they couldn’t find.

And this Viking connection was the first even remote lead they’d had. To think that the Disciples had come to Iceland centuries ago? Had they known of the new land? Did they know where they were going? Why were they questing westward? Were they looking for their savior?

Or were the Jewish population here just immigrants, unaware of the cultin their midst? Or was the entire Jewish contingency Disciples? But if that was the case, then it meant that Disciples had settled here.

And Bunny had just gone off with one of the archetypal Jewish phenotypes. Dark hair, highbrow, strong nasal ridge.

Rebecca tried to rein in the panic, but with Bunny gone all night, it was a little hard. Especially after Russia and Jordan. It was nearly impossible to overstate the danger Bunny could be in. And Rebecca had let her maid of honor just wander off with a dark-haired stranger.

Grabbing her jacket, Rebecca set off to find the tour leader’s room.

Making sure that she wasn’t overreacting, Rebecca imagined what Brandt would say if asked if they should go find Bunny. Obviously, the answer would be “hell, yes.” Actually, it would probably be stronger than that. And what if they interrupted Bunny and the guide participating in some “adult” activities? “Guess she’ll learn to leave a note,” the Brandt inside Rebecca’s head answered. Glad to know her fiancée agreed with her.

Rebecca found the right room and knocked at the door. A grumble answered. Rebecca knocked again. The sound of muffled cursing came through the thick wood. Rebecca backed up a step as the door opened.

“What?” the blurry-eyed guide asked.

“I need your help to find my roommate.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Your guide took Bunny into the ice caves and they haven’t been seen since.”

This got the guy’s attention. “He wouldn’t. Our insurance doesn’t cover that area.”

“I know,” Rebecca answered. “So you can see why I’m worried.”

“Give me three minutes,” the guide said, closing the door.

It was more like ninety seconds before the tour leader was dressed and ready to go. They made it to the barns, where the guide saddled two ponies who did not seem at all happy to be going out in the middle of the night. Their long tails swished in irritation. But the more Rebecca thought about it, the more worried she became. To think, they had let their guard down for just a few moments and the Disciples had snuck in and taken Bunny? Rebecca shivered, and it had nothing to do with the early morning chill.

The entrance to the ice caves wasn’t far, and the ponies made good time, especially with the tour guide spanking Rebecca’s on the rump. Little did the guy know he wasn’t just protecting his insurance premiums, he was potentially saving Bunny’s life.

They found the younger guide’s and Bunny’s ponies tied up next to a large, ragged hole in the ice.

“Damn it,” The tour leader cursed under his breath. “How many times have I told him…”

“So he’s come out here before?”

“To impress the girls, yes.”

That made Rebecca feel slightly better. Maybe this was just a seduction, and not something more nefarious. That would be a pleasant surprise.

They dismounted, tied their ponies up and headed into the ice cave. The ground was as slick as you would imagine an ice cave would be. Rebecca could see why the insurance company had insisted none of the tour come up here. The place was a broken hip just waiting to happen.

Moans came from deeper within the cave system.

“That’s just the wind coming through the various lava tube vents,” The guide reassured her.

Unfortunately, Rebecca was familiar enough with subterranean tunnel systems to know their idiosyncrasies. “I can see why the natives thought these caves were haunted, though.”

The tour leader just gave a grunt and headed into the cave. Water dripped down from the ceiling, splashing on Rebecca’s shoulder. The warm summer air, along with their body heat, was melting a bit of the ceiling. These ice caves had survived millennia, although, with global warming, Rebecca wondered how long they would last.

As they went deeper and deeper into the caves without finding Bunny, global warming became the least of her worries. They came to a three way fork in the tunnel.

“Well?” The guide asked.

Rebecca checked the ground. There were no shoe prints or indications of which way the pair had gone, so Rebecca chose the largest of the tunnels to go through. It should lead the deepest into the glacier, to where those supposed special runes would be carved.

They hurried down the tunnel, Rebecca only slipping occasionally. The tour leader made sure she didn’t fall. He was a pretty burly guy. Nothing compared to Brandt, of course, but who did?

Coming to another fork in the tunnel, Rebecca again chose the larger of the two, and was rewarded by finding Nordic runes carved into the ice. They were on the right track. After several more forks, Rebecca stopped.

“Turn off your light,” Rebecca instructed the guide.

As soon as he did, Rebecca noted a glow further down the tunnel. She’d learned the trick from spending so much time underground with Brandt’s team.

“Keep it off,” Rebecca instructed as she inched forward. The guide tried to pass her, but she grabbed his arm and tugged him back. “We’ve got to proceed with caution.”

“Why the hell should we?” the guide argued.

“It’s complicated,” Rebecca said, not overstating the situation.

Sneaking up, she could hear the rise and fall of voices. Unfortunately, the words were bouncing off the ice walls, distorting their meaning. Was Bunny begging for her life?

If she was talking, though, she was alive, and Rebecca would take it.

They finally arrived at the mouth of the next junction.

“Oh, this is ridiculous,” the guide said, and burst into the large cave.

Rebecca followed, hot on his heels, to find Bunny taking pictures of a large set of runes.

“Rebecca!” Bunny exclaimed, rushing over to her. “I didn’t want to wake you, but look what we’ve found.”

Relief washed over Rebecca. She was so glad that her worries were unfounded. “It’s three o’clock in the morning,” Rebecca chided the younger woman.

“And you?” The tour leader said to the guide. “Do you know how much trouble you are in?”

From the way the younger man’s eyes were downcast, apparently he did.

Bunny pointed to the wall. “The Vikings were a chatty bunch, and they insisted on thanking a benefactor who wished to remain anonymous. I think we can guess who that would be.”

Glad to be talking ruins instead of a Disciple kidnapping, Rebecca asked, “You’ve documented it all?”

“Yes, but there must be dozens of these caves. Even if we split them up, it could take us days to document it all.”

“Oh no,” the tour leader said. “No one is coming back here.” The man tried to herd them out. “This area is off-limits to everyone.”

“And if we sign a waiver for your company?” Rebecca asked.

The man’s eyes squinted. “And pay a fee?”

“So be it,” Rebecca said.

The man, again, urged them to the exit. “Until then, you are still my responsibility, so let’s get us all nice and safe back to the bed-and-breakfast.”

“I’m sorry,” the guide said, “But I can’t let you do that.”

Rebecca’s stomach sank as the younger man pulled out a gun. She hated being right. “You’re a Disciple?”

“A what?” the guide asked, seeming genuinely confused. “I got offered ten thousand to detain you,” he said, indicating to Rebecca. “And five thousand for her. So I settled on bringing you out,” he said to Bunny.

Even with a gun trained on her, the redhead’s eyebrows shot up. “Settled?”

* * *

Brandt shifted on his heels. They had taken up position near the mine’s entrance, waiting for the French to attack and distract the guards away from the mine so they could sneak in and set the explosives.

However, there were still a good twenty guards at the entrance. They were going to need a seriously large distraction to get past them all.

The French were going to have to act quickly if they wanted to attack before the sun rose. The skies were blushing a bit of pink at the horizon. He didn’t blame the French for waiting until the last moment, since early morning raids were the most effective. Best to attack when the people were in their deepest sleep cycle of the night. Disorienting the enemy was the key to a rescue mission.

Brandt wished the French the best of luck.

A shot rang out from the center of the village, then more. The attack was a go. Brandt nodded for Levont to take them in. Before he could, the little girl stepped in front of him. How could a child dressed in orange keep sneaking up on them?

Brandt passed Lopez, joining Levont at the head of the column. He tried to urge the little girl out of the way, but she refused to move. Worse, a middle-aged woman in bright green had joined her.

“It is suicide to go in there,” the woman said, putting her hands on the little girl’s shoulders.

“We’re used to those odds,” Lopez snorted, softly.

“Vakasa wants to show you the way up to a ventilation shaft. You can come in from behind the guards.”

Ventilation shaft? This was the first any of them had heard of another entrance nearby. “Your daughter knows the way?”

“She is not my daughter. I am only her guardian., But yes, she explores all around the area. I trust she knows the way.”

Brandt did not like using a child, but if she truly knew a back door into the mine, he had to take it. The woman wasn’t wrong. Even now, with the chaos in the village, the guards were standing strong at the entrance. They were not being luring into the skirmish. Which did pretty much mean it was a suicide mission, and he had a wedding to get to.

“Lead the way,” Brandt whispered, nodding for Levont to follow the child up and into the jungle.

* * *

Davidson watched through his scope as Brandt and the rest of the team climbed higher into the mountain. Something had changed, and they had gained two more people. Finally, the figures disappeared into the jungle. He had to rely on heat signatures to tell him where they were going.

With the team safely, for the moment, tucked away on the mountainside, Davidson turned his attention to the mess that was the French rescue operation. The “rescuers” were pinned at the north end of the village. They hadn’t even gotten close to where their teammate was being held.

And Davidson would know, since he had scoped out the small hut the soldier was being held. He swung his rifle around to spy though the cutout window to find one of the captors getting ready to shoot the soldier.

He was under orders not to pull the trigger, possibly revealing his nest, until Brandt gave the signal that they were leaving. However, Davidson couldn’t allow another special forces man to be shot in cold blood. He felt certain Brandt would agree. Plus, with the raging firefight, who was really going to notice a stray shot?

Lining up the crosshairs, Davidson fired. The captor fell face down in the dirt. The captured soldier looked up, expecting his teammates to come through the door. While Davidson couldn’t make that happen, he could help the guy out. Taking another carefully aligned shot, Davidson shot through the chain binding the soldier to the post. Rubbing his wrists, the soldier looked out through the window and nodded his thanks.

Davidson turned his attention back to his team. Brandt and the rest were still hiking upward to an unknown location. Davidson hoped they hurried. The firefight, and the diversion it caused, was dying down rapidly. Especially once the French soldier rejoined his team, they would melt back into the jungle, leaving all eyes on the mine.

Once that happened, any shot Davidson took
would
be noticed. He could only hope that the little dot leading Brandt knew what they were doing.

* * *

“They‘re on their way,” the guide said, his gun hand shaking. This was not a Disciple. This was simply a greedy young man in way over his head.

“The Disciples, the people who hired you, aren’t going to pay you,” Rebecca explained.

“They are going to kill you,” Bunny finished.

Rebecca had been trying to work up to that, but it was true.

“No, they already transferred two hundred thousand into my account as a deposit.”

“Which you won’t be able to spend, once they dispatch you,” Rebecca explained. “Do you think they are going to leave any witnesses to our kidnapping?”

The man had no idea who he was dealing with. He hadn’t been hounded across several continents by the religious fanatics.

“Even with a special forces team,” Bunny stated, “we barely made it out alive.”

“You normally travel with a special forces team?” the tour leader asked.