The Golden Crystal (34 page)

Bryce didn’t need to watch any longer. Two shots rang out in quick succession, and he knew they weren’t going to be flanked anytime soon.

The volley between Vilocek and Bryce against Madu’s forces went on for another thirty seconds before Bryce realized where they were sitting. He turned his attention back to the troops at his front. Then he realized that the open passage was still behind them, unguarded. “Vilocek, we need to leave. We’re sitting ducks here.“

A single gunshot exploded behind him, ringing his ears. He turned — to see an Egyptian officer pointing a smoking rifle directly at Vilocek. 

Vilocek moaned and fell sideways, slumping against Bryce.

Shit. 

The Egyptian swiveled the gun toward Bryce. 

Bryce tried to get his own rifle around, but it felt like he was moving in slow motion. He didn’t have time.

He saw the man’s finger as it squeezed the trigger. 

He heard the muffled explosion. 

And saw the Egyptian’s head explode. 

Bryce flinched involuntarily. The Egyptian didn’t make a sound as blood splattered Bryce’s face and shirt. He stared at the dead man for a moment, until somebody whistled from down the hill.

Bryce turned to see Jeff grinning at him. He couldn’t help grinning back. 

He owed that guy his life.

11:38 AM

KARN HAD been keeping a close watch on the advancing soldiers, and Bryce and Vilocek were right in his line of sight. As Wayne took out the two men to their left, Karn, Jeff and Beka had focused on keeping the rest of the force pinned down. 

He’d missed the first soldier emerging from the side of the temple, but he didn’t miss the two who followed. The first got a bullet to the chest, the second in the arm and stomach. Beka shot the fourth man exiting the tunnel just as Jeff hit the first Egyptian in the back of the head. 

But it was too late. 

Now Vilocek was down, slumped over Bryce’s shoulder. Karn leapt up and sprinted to his boss’ side. Bullets kicked up dust and shards of stone around him as he ran, but he slid to a stop next to Bryce, unscathed.

“Is he all right?” 

“I don’t know yet.”

“Let’s get him to the tower — there’s better cover.”

Bryce looked at Karn — noticing the streaks of gray hair and the weathered, pale face. He seemed to have aged more in the last thirty seconds than in the last ten years of his life. His scraggly stubble and disheveled hair made him resemble a drunk who’d fallen asleep behind a dumpster. 

They lifted Vilocek and ran with him back to the tower. Karn frantically dug through his pack for bandages, but Bryce already had a first aid kit open. Karn reached out to take it from him, but Bryce pulled back. 

“Wait a minute. For all I care, we should leave him here to die.” Karn looked at him, his eyes half pleading, half enraged. “Fine.” Bryce tossed him the bandages. “You want him fixed, do it yourself.”

“If there was ever a good time to leave, it’s right now.” Bryce looked at Cole. “Can you walk? Do you understand me?”

Corinne answered. “He’s breathing steadily, and he said my name a minute ago. I think whatever possessed him is gone — or at least dormant. Anyway, he seems to know what’s going on, and he can walk.”

Bryce nodded.
Good enough.

“
Wait a minute, Reynolds.”

Bryce whipped his head around.
 

“
I already told you, the boy stays with me.”

Tanning Vilocek sat up as he scrutinized the others. The shock in their eyes made him grin. He pulled himself to his feet.

“Let’s get that crystal. I have a feeling Mr. Reed can lead the way.”

11:39 AM

“PORAKU KORA.
” Cole’s voice sounded deeper again, this time guttural. 

He walked toward the ditch as Wayne fired two more rounds. Two more Egyptians fell. 

“We need to jet, boss,” Wayne said to Bryce. “I count about fifteen more of ‘em. Five more minutes of this and we’re toast.”

Bryce nodded, and they took turns covering each other as they all ran for the empty moat. 

Cole took the lead, following the slight curve left around the moat. He stopped abruptly just before the bridge connecting the temple mound with the rest of the city on their right. 

“What is he doing? Why did we stop?” Beka asked, sucking deep gulps of air and firing back at the Egyptians. 

Cole looked at Vilocek and held up his hand, palm upward. Confused, Vilocek backed away. 

“PORAKU KORA!”
Cole spoke even louder this time. 

“He — he wants me, for some reason,” Vilocek said. He hesitated, then stepped closer to Cole. Cole began humming; a deep atonal string of notes with strange-sounding words thrown in. 

“Anybody know what he’s doing?” Jeff asked. “Or saying?”

“It sounds like Hawaiian,” Corinne said. “I don’t know most of the words, but I recognized part of it. ‘Pohaku Kula’ means ‘rock of gold,’ or ‘golden crystal,’ in the Polynesian Hawaiian language. Something like that; slightly different.

“Maybe he’s speaking the
original
language of the Rapa Nui — developed long before Polynesian Hawaiian came to be.”

They pondered this as they took up positions along the moat, each man picking a zone to cover. It was becoming harder to hold off the Egyptians; Bryce’s men now had the lower ground, and they were trying to withdraw. 

Corinne went on. “I think he wants you to stay here.”

Cole turned toward the moat wall and placed his palm on the surface. Instantly, the wall lit up with the Rapa Nui script — all condensed into a circular formation. A line stretched around the circumference of the circle, and the symbol of the Rapa Nui appeared twice on its axis. Cole pointed down at the floor of the moat, and then at the bottommost symbol on the circle. 

“It’s a map,” Bryce said. He understood it now. The circular formation on the wall was a
map
of the moat — with the temple, the library below it, and the crystal — labeled with a symbol of two concentric circles, similar to that of the city’s marking — below that. “We’re here, see, and there’s
another
place just like this one up at the top of the map.” He pointed to the symbol. “Here. There are
two
points that need to be accessed simultaneously to gain access to the innermost chamber of the temple. The crystal’s down below the library — and this is how we get in.”

“How do you know?” Wayne asked. 

As Bryce spoke, Cole took off again and continued down the shallow moat. Corinne followed him, and Vilocek ordered Beka to stay with them. Wayne, Jeff, and Bryce stayed behind with Karn and Vilocek. 

Bryce guessed they were heading to the other entrance — the other side of the moat. It’s a hunch, but I’ll bet they built it with two simultaneous access points as a failsafe; a way to keep any single ruler from having too much power — they needed at least two to access the crystal.”

As he explained, something else dawned on him: Professor Andrews was more right than he’d thought. The two points around the circle’s edge were not polar opposites — the point where they stood was at the direct bottom of the circle, and the other was offset from the top just a bit. 

“Vilocek, you said the two materials that make up this crystal, whatever they are, are in some sort of relationship to one another? A ratio?”

“The
golden
ratio — yes. 1.618 to 1. And even though it was supposedly ‘discovered’ long before it was dubbed ‘golden,’ many ancient tribes and civilizations that recognized its ubiquity in nature gave it special connotations — it’s no wonder Cole was calling it ‘kora’ or whatever. That was probably the name given to it by the ancients, knowing it was made in the same ratio as so many more things throughout nature.”

“And that ratio is roughly two-thirds, right? It would take some more accurate measurement, but I think if you assumed the crystal was dead-center in this circle — right below the library under the temple — and you drew lines from each of the points around it into the center, you’d have a sort of pie chart, with one slice about two-thirds the size of the circle, and the other about one-third. 

“That angle at the center would then form what’s called a ‘golden angle,’ according to the end of Jensen’s paper.” he said. 

Vilocek nodded, and Bryce went on. “So then why does Cole want you to stay here? Is it because he healed you back there?”

Vilocek weighed his possible responses. “No — Cole had nothing to do with my healing. He’s got his own demons to worry about, it seems.

“Captain Reynolds, I told you — he is
critical
to this mission. Not just for his ability to point us in the right direction and read hidden symbols on walls — it’s because his bloodstream holds the
second
most successful version of the serum I was able to develop.”

“You mean — “

“Yes — I have the same chemicals running through me — though at a much more optimized level. Cole has been quite indispensable to us thus far, especially in testing the
depths
of the serum’s potential.

“Since I know it’s stable when in direct contact with the crystal in its active state, I’m worried much less about what would happen when
I
hold it in my hands. And these side effects — the blue epidermal hue, the shared eidetic memory through transferrable energy — they’re
nothing
compared what the crystal will allow
me
to do! Don’t you see? It’s the absolute
perfect
stimulus. A long-lasting effect that heightens every perceivable human sense, including the physical abilities you’ve already witnessed. 

“As well as my personal favorite — a
much
improved lifespan.”

Bryce was less surprised than he might have expected. He knew parts of what Vilocek was planning to do, and he now realized that he’d been thrown into the middle of this — rather unknowingly — by James Whittenfield, Jr., who likely only wanted to find the crystal for its benefits — not its power alone. 

11:44 AM

THE MEN spread out and focused on keeping Jabari and his soldiers at bay while Cole, Corinne, and Beka ran around to the other point indicated on the map. Vilocek stayed down, watching for any change in the map itself, or anything else that might indicate Cole had reached his target. Every few seconds he snuck a glance over the top of the wall to keep tabs on the ongoing battle. 

The remaining Egyptians had all paired up and found cover, and were taking turns hammering bullets into the ground around the moat. Vilocek still hadn’t seen Jabari himself anywhere, but he figured he was behind a stone Moai somewhere, letting his men clear the path. 

They were holding their own, but Vilocek knew they were slowly running out of ammunition. Wayne had grabbed rifles from the two soldiers he’d downed in the moat, but they only had one magazine apiece. 

Suddenly, the map moved. 

“I think they made it!” Vilocek shouted. “Look!” He watched intently as the map slowly started to turn. He noticed that it wasn’t a solid piece of stone — the map rotated around a circular hole in the wall. It was about the size of a common manhole cover, but mounted vertically and set perfectly flush with the rest of the wall. 

As it rotated, Vilocek noticed the two points — their location at the bottom, and the point where Cole and the others had gone — and their adjacent symbols light up. The map rotated a full revolution on its axis, and then fell backwards with a slight hiss. 

Vilocek knew he was finally close to achieving his life’s goal.

The map and the slice of stone it was cut from fell away from the surface of the wall, revealing a small lighted tunnel. Perfectly round, it didn’t curve around like the others they’d seen — it descended straight toward the temple on the mound.

Vilocek didn’t wait around for the rest of the group. He dove headfirst into the cramped space, and crawled on hands and knees down the tunnel. 

The others fired a few more shots before following him. Jeff paused at the opening, and dug out his last block of explosives, and placed it on the floor of the moat, just below the opening. 

“It’s not going to get ‘em all,” he said as Wayne followed Karn into the shaft, “but it’ll knock a few out and maybe block the entrance. Just hope we don’t have to come back this way.”

After setting a delay, he followed the others into the shaft.

The charge blew about two minutes later. The air in the shaft became thick with dust, and the concussion rang in their ears. Coughing, they pushed through the cloud and continued their descent, finally safe from pursuit — for the moment.

11:48 AM

THIS WAS taking longer than he’d thought. Madu had already lost about fifteen men, and now the five he’d sent toward the moat weren’t answering the radio. Finally, the radio came to life. “Commander Jabari,” the voice announced, “Private Wamse has just reported an explosion at the moat. Four men down, and the entrance to a shaft that Vilocek and the others escaped into is now closed.”

Madu cursed in Arabic, almost throwing the radio against a statue. Seething, he looked down at his men — they had ceased fire and were looking around for orders. As he scanned the area to his left, something caught his eye. 

Directly below him, running through the moat, he saw the fire haired girl, the man named Cole, and a Vilocorp guard. They had used the moat as cover, and now they stopped just shy of Madu’s position, just past the bridge he’d used to enter the city. 

Cole reached out and touched the wall, and Madu could barely make out a bluish circular glow that appeared at his fingertips.

The guard seemed to be scanning for enemies, but at least he had shouldered his rifle. He kept looking around as Cole pressed the circle, revealing a shaft that led into the side of the temple mound. 

Madu was sick and tired of tunnels, but he knew it was all necessary. He radioed instructions to the units above in the temple yard, then climbed down from his perch and followed the three into the tunnel. He would neutralize the guard and use the two civilians — like at Petra — as a bargaining chip with Vilocek.