Legend egt-2

by David L. Golemon

  "Lieutenant, you just told him who was involved," Mendenhall said with his chin on his chest.

  "And tell Commander Everett I'll be speaking to him also," Jack said as he turned and walked away.

  Sarah flinched and closed her eyes, and the sergeant grimaced.

  "Shit," both Mendenhall and Sarah said at the same time.

  * * *

  Alice Hamilton, the semiretired administrative head of the Event Group, greeted Jack at the door just as she had when he had first arrived over a year ago. She was beaming and looking quite a bit younger than her eighty-one years. She was wearing her hair in her customary bun and holding her ever-present file to her chest. Jack walked up and hugged her.

  "Alice, I forgot how your smile brightens this place up," he said, placing her at arm's length to look her over. "What the hell's going on? Did you find a fountain of youth out there?"

  "Oh, knock it off," she said, embarrassed.

  "How is the senator, getting along all right?"

  "He's a bear, constantly pacing back and forth in his study. I suppose Niles has told you he calls the poor man every other day, asking what's going on."

  Jack had only worked with the former director of the Group on one mission prior to the president's retiring him, but in that short amount of time the former OSS operative and senator from Maine had made an indelible mark upon Jack's life. The man was, to put it frankly, brilliant.

  "Niles said he looks forward to bouncing things off the senator; I'm sure he's no bother. So, what brings you here?" he asked.

  Alice frowned and looked around the reception area. Niles had not yet exited his office across the way to begin the meeting, so she thought to take a brief moment and fill Jack in.

  "Jack, we have a serious situation down in South America. A former member of the Group has gone and gotten herself… well, lost. She hasn't been heard from as she missed her call-in time to her associate three days ago."

  "Go on," Jack said as he walked with her.

  "Well, this professor was asked to leave by the senator fifteen years ago. She became obsessed with something she came across and couldn't let it go. It drove her close to insanity, she even went as far as to 'borrow' certain files from the Group, from the senator's private files as it turned out, and she accessed other areas, we're not sure which, but they had to have been serious intrusions for Garrison to act as harshly as he did. It was Niles who brought all of this to the attention of the senator back then; basically he was the one responsible for the Group's firing her."

  Jack stopped and looked at Alice. His brows rose as he waited for the punch line.

  "She was Director Compton's fiancee, Jack. They had been engaged for two years. I'm afraid Niles is real close to this situation, but we can't dismiss his participation in this, because the good professor may have stumbled onto something she has searched for a very long time. You have the power to say no to Niles for security reasons if he wants to go after her; just hear him out before you decide."

  At that moment Niles Compton walked from his office with his new assistant following close behind. He saw Jack and Alice and nodded as he continued on to the large conference room. His assistant rolled her eyes as she fought to keep up. Jack gestured for Alice to proceed, and he followed her into the room.

  * * *

  Five members of the upper echelon of the Event Group were present in the room, and one person Jack didn't know. They all took their seats when Niles cleared his throat. The director picked up a remote control and punched in a button. A wide-screen television slowly slid down behind him.

  Consult Group number one consisted of Jack, as head of the department's security; Niles, as director; and Alice, because she knew most of the 298,000 files and vault contents by heart and could access her amazing memory at a moment's notice. Then there was Virginia Pollock, the deputy director of Department 5656; Pete Golding, of the Computer Sciences Department; and, for a reason the others weren't privy to, Heidi Rodriguez, of the Zoology Department.

  "I excused Mathew Gates from this meeting as it really didn't concern languages, at least not yet. I did ask Heidi here to join us, because for the past two hours she's been quite busy assisting me with some research and can speak for the scientific end of things." Niles gestured to the dark-haired diminutive woman of about forty, who smiled and nodded to the others.

  Niles pushed a button on the remote and a three-dimensional image appeared on the screen behind him. The visual was assisted by a small multicolored plate that acted as a 3-D lens. It produced a clear and precise picture that would have been the envy of Hollywood.

  "Good God, what is that?" Pete asked.

  "It's a fossil that former Group member Helen Zachary's ex-husband sent back from Peru fifteen years ago, when he had been a construction consultant for the Peruvian government. They were dredging and widening three tributaries of the Amazon River, for added space for commerce along the river," Niles said. On the screen behind him, a full-color image of the fossil slowly turned 360 degrees.

  Virginia Pollock cleared her throat.

  "Yes, Virginia?" Niles asked.

  "We're not going to start this again, are we? I mean—"

  "I know what you mean. For those of you that don't know, Helen Zachary was terminated from the Group for her fanaticism about this fossil," he said, frowning in the direction of Virginia. "Things have changed. Helen came into possession of new information about the Padilla expedition," he said, looking around the room.

  "You can learn about the legend of that expedition from the folders in front of you; due to the hurried nature of the situation, we will not cover the historical aspects of this at this meeting. We must move on," Alice said.

  "Helen used the files she stole from the Group's first complex in Virginia, where our old data and equipment are stored. She deduced from those files where the diary of Padilla was possibly hidden in the Vatican Archives in 1874. It seems one of the files contained an old OSS report of an Army Corps of Engineers study of the region in the Amazon basin and its history from the late thirties to 1940. She used that information to track down one or two known sources that depict the exact route of the Spanish expedition. In short, she may have found the valley and the very lagoon detailed in the legend, as taken from the diary."

  "Did she leave you the route, Dr. Compton?" Jack asked.

  Niles smiled and removed his glasses. "Helen is a very complex woman, Jack. She trusted no one in her search for the origins of the fossil." He rubbed the bridge of his nose and then continued. "The Padilla legend has many parts; the diary and lost maps were only a couple of the stories to come out of that time. As Helen reported to us a few years ago, she discovered that the Vatican put the clamps on the diary, a supposed map Padilla had made in case the diary was lost, and two samples of something, probably gold, which the survivor may have carried out."

  "So, if she had made these discoveries in the old files, why didn't the Group move on her request?" Jack asked.

  "Because in the end, even with all of her data, it was all just circumstantial, no hard evidence at all. In the end, the Padilla legend is just that, a legend, a story handed down, about which not one single fact has come to official light."

  "Fifteen years ago, the Group was split as to the authenticity of the legend, even though our top anthropologist was adamant that she was dealing with fact, not just a myth. Her department was able to finally verify that Padilla did actually exist and that he was regarded as one of Pizarro's best officers. The files that were stolen also detailed the rescue of a group of doctors from Princeton and the University of Chicago from Brazil in 1942. I don't know what she could have learned from them. The team of OSS men was led by our own Senator Garrison Lee."

  "As I said, it's all just a fanciful legend," Virginia said as she pushed the file away from her. "What have we learned about this fossil?" she asked.

  "I'll let Heidi answer your question. Please make it quick, Doctor."

  "Well," Heidi Rodriguez said
as she stood and walked to the screen. "I'll try and abbreviate my conclusions, although this specimen hardly calls for an abbreviated anything. To begin with, the age of the fossil is between four hundred and eighty and five hundred and eighty years old," she said, "an accuracy measurement of plus or minus one hundred years."

  "What?" Virginia asked as she stared at the image on the screen.

  "Yes, our methods of dating fossils are much improved since Helen Zachary was here. But then she suspected its age anyway, because of the legend." Heidi picked up a pointer. "Now, if you will look here you can see dried and hardened tissue, more than likely cartilage of some sort along the third knuckle of each digit, even the thumb. It appears to have been scaled tissue that stretched from digit to digit and between the index finger and thumb."

  "What are you saying?" Pete asked as he took a break from chewing on his pencil.

  "I'm saying that the creature this hand belonged to had webbed fingers. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is fact and not legend," Heidi said, looking at Virginia.

  "Helen is missing. She left for South America five weeks ago and hasn't returned, hasn't checked in." Niles held up the letter Helen had left him. "She stated in this letter that the diary was in the possession of the Archdiocese of Madrid. She also stated she had received help from a man," he looked at his notes, "a Mr. Henri St. Claire, a French money man. We indexed that name with our files, and lo and behold, the name of an old friend came up as using that particular alias once before, Colonel Henri Farbeaux."

  Silence at first greeted Niles's revelation. Of all the people in the world to have turned up, none of them expected that.

  "It seems Dr. Zachary has fallen in with a bad crowd," Jack said finally.

  "Yes, it would seem," Niles answered. "I have a call in to our supposed new friend in France, and Ms. Serrate has agreed to pay us a visit here in the States in case she can be of assistance. I don't like the fact that his name has surfaced twice in just a matter of a few weeks. And now with Helen's disappearance, I fear she may have stumbled onto something outside of her expertise." He gave the letter to Alice. "Bring everyone up to speed on what Helen had to say."

  "I'll read just the pertinent information," she said, opening the letter.

  "Read it in its entirety; leave nothing out," Niles said as he sat heavily into his chair.

  Alice scrutinized him a moment, then read

  Dearest Niles —

  I know this must be a great shock to you, but you are the only person in the world I can turn to. Hold on to your hat, I've found the route of Padilla! I have the exact location of the valley and am on my way this very day. Imagine, after all these years, the valley everyone told me did not exist, in my sights at last! I wish you were coming along, but I know it would be difficult for you for many reasons. I know I hurt you deeply, but I must ask something of you, dearest Niles. I'm afraid I have made some enemies in my quest for my Captain Padilla outside of the senator and yourself. It seems people may, just may I say, be coming after me. One of my earlier backers, a Mr. Henri St. Claire, could come after the diary or discover the trail of the papal medalists that led me to the archbishop. If you receive this letter, that means I have found trouble. I cannot give you details of my route to the site in case they track this letter to whom I left it with, but you may begin with the archbishop of Madrid. You should have no trouble from there in locating me (hopefully). The other items the legend says came out with the Padilla diary are lost forever, I tracked them through foreign-born papal medalists involved in hiding them with papal authorization

  in 1874, and know for a fact that one of the items no longer exists as it was lost forever. The other is still buried at the Vatican Archives, having never left. But thanks to those old dusty files the senator had, and which I'm afraid I stole, I found the last and best piece, the diary itself, hidden in Spain.

  I think of you every day, Niles. Please forgive me after all these years.

  Love always,

  Helen

  Everyone in the room looked from one to the other. None of them looked at Niles and he seemed grateful for that small mercy. He unknotted his tie and stood.

  Virginia cleared her throat as she always did when she had a point to make. "She seems to give away a lot of information for someone to track."

  "No. We have the files in the Group's old facility in Arlington, so no one but us can get to them," said Niles.

  "If Farbeaux is involved, that makes this…this situation delicate, to say the least. Obviously, according to his history, he would be after—" She opened the file and flipped through the pages until she found the one she wanted. She raised her glasses to her eyes and read, "The El Dorado of the Americas. Now if that is just a legend or not, it makes no difference. Between Farbeaux's making a play for whatever is there and those missing kids, I feel we must go. If we can, that is," Virginia said as she closed the file and looked at Niles expectantly.

  "Jack?" Niles asked, holding his breath because he knew the auspices of the security department could veto the Event declaration for safety reasons. Niles knew he could override every voice in the room except Jack's; his was the only one Niles could not because of losses of Event personnel in the past. Jack's department was their only fail-safe to keep losses at a minimum.

  "I agree, but regardless of the need you feel to hurry, we have many problems to overcome, the least of which is finding out just where in the hell it is we are going."

  "I'm not as worried about that as much as what we'll find once our people get down there," Pete said as he stood.

  There was a knock at the double conference room doors, and Niles's new assistant walked over to answer it. She stepped aside and a private first corporal in the red-trimmed coveralls of the Communication and Signals Department entered.

  "I figured the first place to start is to get a team to Madrid to speak with the archbishop, for obvious reasons," Niles said. "PFC Hanley here was to make an appointment for us."

  Instead of announcing anything to the gathered department heads, the private went straight to Niles and handed him a slip of flimsy, then departed the room. Niles scanned it and then looked around the table.

  "Well, who's to go to Spain?" Virginia asked.

  Compton handed the yellow paper to Alice and then removed his thick glasses.

  "It looks like we have to do this the hard way," Alice said, as she lowered her own glasses, which dangled from a long gold chain. "It seems Archbishop Santiago was murdered yesterday afternoon."

  The news was greeted with silence and dismayed looks.

  It was Alice who broke it.

  "This does not fit Mr. Farbeaux's profile at all. He's not a cold-blooded killer, he only takes life as a necessary function in saving his own skin, and the archbishop would have posed no threat to him."

  "I think we may have to reevaluate certain realities here. Something is out there that is driving people to extremes, so let's start with blank paper and not go in with any preconceived notions," Jack said, looking from face to face.

  "We'll have to start here, in our own files. The answer is there, Helen Zachary found it, and so will we. I'll break down everyone's duties and get back to you. As of," Niles looked at his watch, "0945, I am declaring an Event. I'll speak with the president. Excused," he finished.

  PART THREE

  THE SEARCHERS

  The warning of Captain Padilla as described in his journal is that the Eden he has discovered, like the Eden of old, is still forbidden to be entered by God-fearing men, and to do so will bring the swiftest of punishments.

  — FATHER ESCOBAR CORINTH, CATHOLIC REPRESENTATIVE TO THE PIZARRO EXPEDITION, IN A LETTER TO POPE PIUS IX

  8

  BLACK WATER TRIBUTARY

  Robby was alone. All he knew was that he was near the point of collapse. The heat in the lower levels of the mine was close to unbearable. Exhausted, he let his own weight work for him as he slid down the damp wall. His worn-out body came to rest on the rudimentary thousand-
year-old wooden tracks that coursed through the ancient shafts like a million miles of twisting and undulating snake.

  The tunnels had gone quiet as a tomb in the last forty hours as he fought his way through the darkness only to find he wasn't climbing but descending deeper into the great mine. The cascading water that had been engineered a millennium ago by unseen and mysterious hands flowed through the shafts beside the old transport track and wooden ore carts. Robby had taken the time to examine these strange canals and found that they had been carved out of the sheer rock flooring of the immense structure. He surmised that the canals were used to transport much heavier or larger loads to the lowest depths of the shafts. But that was the riddle. Why send gold to two different areas for processing? He had discovered rocks inside one of the old ore cars; they were speckled with large streaks of gold. These cars were on tracks that led from down below and went on toward the higher levels. He had tried to follow these upward but the tracks most times eventually traversed through small openings into shafts that were close, and he was afraid he would get caught in one. Try as he might, he would eventually lose the track and then before he knew it, he was heading down again. Disoriented and confused, he had decided to quit fighting it and follow the canals down.

  As he tried to slow his breathing a noise caught his attention. He tried to penetrate the darkness to see what was around him. Then he heard it again. It sounded like whispering. Then suddenly a light flared from down below the next bend. His heart started pounding in his chest. He could now see the reflection of a large orange flame as it bounced off the water of the canal.

  He steeled himself. "Hey!"

  He heard two sharp yelps, as if his voice had caught someone totally unaware. Robby closed his eyes in thanks nonetheless when the flame around the bend started to advance toward him.

  "Who's there?" he called out.

  "Robby, is that you?"