The Templar Chronicles (40 page)

To Cade, the interior of the room resembled a sparsely furnished apartment, if you ignored the fact that everything was constructed of reinforced Plexiglas. One corner had clearly been set up as an eating area, with a kitchen table and chairs, but there was no sign of any kind of appliance for preparing meals. No stove, no microwave, not even a small table-top refrigerator. The same held true in the bedroom area. There was a nightstand and what appeared to be a king-size bed, but no sheets, no pillows, and no bedside lamp. Standing next to the bed, Cade realized that the room was also missing any kind of washroom facility. No shower, no sink, and perhaps most telling, no toilet. Even the most rudimentary prison cell has a bucket to piss in, Cade thought. Just who the heck were they keeping inside this place?

His line of thought was interrupted when Duncan called out, “Over here!”

They found Duncan standing next to the far wall of the enclosure, in front of a hole that had been melted through the glass. The hole was large enough for a man to step through without bending over and from its appearance it seemed that the glass had been heated into an almost liquid state that flowed down the exterior wall before re-hardening into a jumbled mass that hung off the far side of the enclosure like an icicle.

Lost in his examination of the object before him, Cade didn’t hear what Riley said next and asked him to repeat himself.

The Master Sergeant waved at the home in front of them. “It got loose. Whatever it was,” Riley said. There was an ominous tone in his voice and his choice of wording only served to emphasize it.

“What do you mean, ’it’?” Cade asked.

“Look around this place, boss. See-through walls. A floating room. Cameras all over the ceiling. Do you think they went through all this trouble for some ordinary Joe? Seems damned unlikely to me. They were holding something, not someone, captive.”

“Okay, fine,” said Duncan, “but where on earth did it go? In case you hadn’t noticed, there’s no causeway on the other side of this wall and it’s at least a three-story drop straight down.”

“Maybe it jumped,” said Riley.

“Jumped? Down three stories? Are you out of…”

Cade turned away from the other two men, tuning them out. He knew his exec was right; this was no ordinary holding cell and its occupant hadn’t been any ordinary prisoner. He had a sudden vision of the shadow creature that had wreaked havoc with the first squad who dared enter the facility. Could this place have been used to hold such a thing?

He considered the layout. A room inaccessible except for a single entry point. What he assumed was round-the-clock surveillance. Walkways that could double as patrol routes for guards. While this might be sufficient to constrain an ordinary criminal, it would do very little to hold a creature of supernatural ability. He’d seen it go through a squad of heavily armed recon troops. The glass walls of this enclosure wouldn’t last ten minutes.

Unless, that is, there was something unusual about the glass.

Removing the patch from in front of his right eye, Cade triggered his Sight.

Light blazed out at him from multiple directions, light so bright that he was forced to hold his hand up in front of his eye to protect it from the glare. Mystical words, glyphs, and sigils were written on the face of the glass in every direction, covering almost its entire available surface, each and every one of them ablaze with the light of their inherent power. While Cade recognized many of them from his years of research involving the Adversary, others were entirely unfamiliar. Yet their purpose was clear.

The entire room had been warded.

Designed to guard a specific location or object, wards were one of the mainstays of modern magick. They came in two types; minor and major. Minor wards were just what the name inferred; minor magicks that could be used to protect a small object such as a book or a small storage chest. These could be performed by a single individual with limited preparation, often on the fly. Major wards were another story entirely, requiring several days of preparation and a sorcerer or mystic of no little skill with several acolytes to assist him or her. They were not undertaken lightly and the slightest mistake could have disastrous consequences. Major wards that failed outright often ended in the deaths of all involved in the casting.

Not only could wards be used to keep people away from a particular location, they could also be used to keep someone or something confined. Common folklore held that a demon summoned inside a pentagram could not cross its lines and the summoner was therefore safe to request the demon perform a certain act in exchange for releasing it. This was, in part, based on the fact that the pentagram, when inscribed in the proper sequence and with the proper materials, was actually a very ancient form of a major warding. But what had been fashioned here made a pentagram look like child’s play.

Yet it still hadn’t been enough.

A chill ran up Cade’s spine and he turned back to face the damaged wall. Just as he’d expected, its surface was dark; the glyphs and sigils inscribed there were drained of their power, allowing whatever it was that had been imprisoned in the room to escape.

Not even major wards had been able to contain it.

CHAPTER TWENTY

The Lord of Eden moved through the tunnels at a brisk pace, his thoughts on the newcomers. He’d been observing them for the last several hours and it was clear by their actions and lack of familiarity with the complex that they were newcomers. Which meant that some other outside group had taken an interest in the activity here. That, in itself, was interesting. Outsiders wouldn’t understand what his captors had tried to do, wouldn’t know why the various wards and barriers had been erected. Without that knowledge, he reasoned, they would be more likely to help him escape the confines of the complex, might even unintentionally break the bonds that held him without knowing what they were doing.

That would be fortunate indeed.

But if he was not so lucky, there were other ways to persuade them to help. For all he knew, they might even listen to reason.

And if they chose to oppose him, he would deal with them in an appropriate manner just as he had with the others before them. He had been locked in the darkness for too long to allow anything, least of all a group of weakling humans, to prevent him from regaining his rightful heritage.

He would do what needed to be done, just as he always had.

And the Creator be damned if he didn’t like it.

An odd sensation washed over him like a sudden dousing of ice-cold water, the walls around him wavering like a mirage on the hot desert plains that he had haunted so long ago, and the feeling was so unexpected that it stopped him in mid-stride.

He was intimately familiar with the sensation; it wasn’t its unusual nature that brought him to sudden halt but the simple fact that someone other than he was capable of producing that particular effect.

It shouldn’t have been possible.

But there was no mistaking it.

Elsewhere in the complex, someone had just opened a window into the Beyond.

The face of the battle-scarred leader he’d observed in the tram tunnel came instantly to mind and the Lord of Eden intuitively knew that he was the one. Somehow he had penetrated the Veil, had tunneled through the barriers between worlds and had peered into the other realm. What he was looking for the Lord of Eden did not know, but he instantly recognized that having that particular human at his side would be an advantage in his fight to escape this place.

Just like that his decision was made.

He would try to speak to this group of newcomers, try to convince them of the righteousness of his task and see if they would help him accomplish his aims without resorting to other, more violent, measures.

And if they chose not to help, he would eliminate them just as he had those who had returned him to the light.

He would not be denied.

It was as simple as that.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Riley gathered the troops and led them through the vault, across the hall beneath the holding cell and out the other side into a short corridor. This in turn ended at another door protected by a card-lock. Rather than have Olsen try to jury-rig the lock mechanism, they attempted to use the various pass keys that had been collected from the bodies in the cafeteria and got lucky on the second try.

On the other side of the door was a small antechamber. Lockers painted a bright blue lined one wall. Opposite them were a series of stainless steel sinks, four in all. Cotton towels, a light blue in color, were stacked on a shelf nearby.

A series of cubbies stood in the center of the room between the lockers and the sinks and stacked in these were white cotton suits designed to be worn over the clothes. Each suit zipped up the front and included booties to go over the shoes and a shower cap-like hat to cover the head.

It was standard clean room gear; designed to keep contamination from external sources to a minimum, and the twin set of swinging doors on the far side of the room suggested the presence of a laboratory or assembly room just beyond.

Riley ordered Chen and Duncan to go through the lockers, but they came up empty. By the time they’d finished Cade had made up his mind to continue forward and Riley took point once more. With the rest of Echo at his back, he eased the doors before him open with one hand.

He didn’t know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. Emerging from the prep chamber, Riley found himself standing in some sort of containment center. The room had been divided up into what were, in essence, three long corridors. He stood in the central one, his shoulders practically touching the glass walls on either side. Beyond those, against the walls, were a series of what he could only call cells, small glass fronted enclosures with floors covered in a matt of dirty straw. The walls were concrete and on the doors were complicated electronic locks holding them shut. There was enough room between the cell doors and the wall of the corridor he stood in to allow room for the handlers to move in and out of the cells while keeping observers in the center corridor confined away from the action.

Even in the dim illumination provided by the emergency lights, Riley could see that the first cells on either side of him were empty. He began edging forward, looking into the cells on either side as he went. In several instances the doors to the cells were open, but he had no way of reaching them until he had moved half the distance down the hall. There he found a door on either side leading into the cell access area. A quick discussion led to First Squad taking the corridor on the right while Riley and the Command Squad would search those on the left.

The minute they entered the access corridor they were smothered with a strange smell that was somehow both inviting and unpleasant at the same time, like the scent of lilacs and jasmine mixed with that of wet fur. It was apparently coming from the cells with the open doors, though neither Riley nor anyone else had any idea what kind of animal would give off a scent like that.

Having already determined that the first several cells were empty, Riley turned right. He stopped at the next cell, taking a moment to examine the lock on the door. It was of sturdy construction and he could find no evidence of a short or other mechanical problem.

He turned to Cade and indicated the doors with a wave of his hand. “Think they all failed when the power went out?”

The Knight Commander shook his head. “It’s usually the other way around. The power fails and these things lock down tight. Practically impossible to get them open again without restoring the electricity.” He glanced up and down the row of cells and something caught his eye. “That’s strange.”

Riley turned to follow his gaze. All of the cell doors were unlocked and open, except one.

The last.

The two men looked at each other and then, wordlessly, made their way down the corridor toward it.

Much to their surprise, they found the cell occupied.

The man looked Indian to Riley, though he supposed he could have been Pakistani, Turkish, or any other Middle Eastern ethnicity. He was short, somewhere in the neighborhood of five and a half feet, and of small stature, with dark curly hair and an ungroomed beard. He wore a tattered blue jumpsuit with the now expected Eden patch on his right shoulder. From the accumulated grime on his exposed skin, including his bare feet, it was obvious it had been several days since he’d had the chance to shower.

The straw flooring had been pushed into a pile in the corner and the man was lying either unconscious or asleep on the exposed floor. On the other side of the room were several large jugs of water and a stack of canned goods. Obviously, he’d planned to be in there awhile.

Riley watched as Cade tried the cell door, discovered it locked, and then rapped sharply on the glass door several times with the barrel of his gun.

Inside the cell, the man shifted in his sleep, but did not awake.

Cade turned to his companions. “I want this door open and I don’t care how long it takes or what we have to do to open it.”

“Got it,” they answered and went to work. First Squad hadn’t found anything of note in the opposite cells so they were called back to join the others. Davis had a fair degree of experience with locking mechanisms and he was called over to assist Olsen as they worked to find a way around the electro-magnetic lock that held the door firmly shut. The rest of the men set up a perimeter and prepared to meet any unexpected visitors.

Halfway through their efforts the man inside woke up. He raised himself on one elbow and blinked weary-eyed at them. Riley watched as he first rubbed his eyes and then, apparently deciding they weren’t figments of his imagination, rifled through his pockets until he came up with a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles. He slipped the glasses on.

“Hang on!” Riley shouted to him, hoping the man could hear him through the thick glass. “We’re going to get you out.”

The master sergeant was unprepared for what happened next. The man inside the cell jumped to his feet and rushed the door, shouting, the excitement on his face obvious. But the thick glass stole anything the man tried to say to them.