Assuming he lasted that long.
A sudden surge of pressure caught him and pushed him downwards. The tail of the big shark thrashed above his head. Bohrmann tried to regain control of his movements, and saw the two smaller sharks swim towards him in formation, jaws snapping. They were so close to the scaffold that their natural colours were illuminated in the blue. Bronze skin stretched over their backs towards their white bellies. Their gums and gullets had the orange-pink glow of freshly filleted salmon. Distinctive triangular daggers lined their upper jaws, with pointed teeth stacked below – five rows like sharpened steel, positioned one after the other, ready to tear into anything that came within their reach.
'G-a-i-r-h-a-r-d!' screamed Frost.
Squinting into the halogen lights, Bohrmann watched Frost raise his free arm and rain blows on the head of the shark. Then, in a single violent shake of its head, the shark ripped the arm from the exosuit and cast it aside. Fat oxygen bubbles escaped from the tear. The jaws opened and snapped shut on Frost's unprotected arm, biting it off at the shoulder joint.
A cloud of blood and bubbles billowed darkly in the water. So much blood. The sweeping motion of the shark's tail dispersed it. There were no words to be heard in Frost's screams, just unarticulated high-pitched sounds, then a gurgle as the seawater shot into his suit and filled it. The screams stopped. The smaller sharks lost interest in Bohrmann. Whatever was controlling their minds couldn't stop their natural instincts coming briefly to the fore. They rushed into the turbulent water and dragged Frost about as they tried to bite through his suit.
Amid the static van Maarten was screaming too.
Bohrmann was paralysed with shock, yet at the same time part of his brain was crystal clear. It was telling him that he shouldn't rely on the creatures to follow their instincts. Their power and hunger were being manipulated. This wasn't about feeding. Temporarily their instincts had got the better of them, but the substance inside their heads was interested in one thing only: killing the human intruders.
He had to get back to the flank.
His left-hand manipulator reached towards the keypad on the console. If he made a mistake, he would activate the homing program and launch himself towards the Heerema, which – now that the POD could no longer defend him – would inevitably cost him his life. Somehow he hit the right button. The propeller began to whir, and he manoeuvred the joystick so that the hound was pulling him away from the scaffold and towards the lava flank. He could feel the acceleration. On the way down the robot had seemed speedy and dynamic, but now it trundled along at an interminable crawl.
Bohrmann kicked his fins and glided through the water towards the terrace. There wasn't much he could do in a situation like this, but one of the rules of diving stated that rocks afforded protection. Bohrmann progressed towards the wall of lava. As he reached it, he turned and stared up at the scaffold. Fins and tails thrashed in the dissipating cloud of blood, creating a maelstrom of bubbles. Sections of Frost's suit sank through the water. It was a harrowing sight, but what truly horrified him wasn't the bloodbath; it was that only two of the sharks were involved.
The big shark was missing.
Numbing fear took hold of him. He turned off the propeller and looked around.
The big shark shot out of the cloud of sediment with its mouth wide open. It was coming at him with breathtaking speed. This time Bohrmann's mind shut down. He still hadn't worked out whether or not he should switch on the trackhound when the wedge-shaped head rammed into him, flinging him backwards into the flank. He hit the lava with a dull crunch. The shark swam past, then returned at the speed of a racing car. Bohrmann screamed. Now there was nothing but an abyss of jaws and teeth, as the gaping mouth took his entire left side, from shoulder to hip.
Well, that's that, then, he thought.
The shark shot over the terrace, pushing Bohrmann's body through the water. There were rustling and droning sounds in his headphones. The shark's teeth grated against the titanium shell. Its head swung back and forth, banging Bohrmann's helmet against the lava, and scraping it along the flank. The world was spinning. The titanium alloy was tough enough to withstand the battering for a while longer but inside the suit Bohrmann's head was banging mercilessly from side to side. He couldn't see or hear. His fate was sealed. He was going to he sawn apart and ripped to shreds. His life was worth less than the air in his lungs.
It was the helplessness that enraged him.
He was still breathing, wasn't he?
Then he could fight back!
The straight edge of the hammer stretched out above him. The head's width was equivalent to a quarter of the shark's total length, which meant that he could see only the hammer's edge: no eyes or nostrils. He started to hit it with the console. The shark swam on, heading towards the edge of the light where Bohrmann had waited with Frost for the charge to explode. Once they were in the pitch-black water, he wouldn't even be able to see the shark.
They had to stay in the light.
Bohrmann exploded with rage. Trapped inside the shark's jaws, his left arm jerked up and pounded its palate. It was lucky that the shark had seized his side and not just an arm or a leg – otherwise he would have met Frost's fate. There were no weak points like articulated joints in the metal shell protecting his torso. It was too big and solid, even for the teeth of a predator like this. The shark seemed to realise that too. It shook its head more vigorously, until Bohrmann was on the verge of blacking out. He'd probably broken several ribs already, but the more the shark shook him, the angrier he became. He bent his right arm, reaching up towards the end of the hammer, and smashed the console against it-
Suddenly he was free.
The shark had spat him out. He'd evidently hit a delicate spot like an eye or a nostril. The enormous creature raced upwards through the water, passing close to him and sending him flying back into the rock. For a moment it looked as though it was turning tail. Bohrmann tried feverishly to think of a way to use the situation to his advantage. He had no illusions about what would happen if he tried to reach the Heerema. He'd temporarily got rid of the shark, but he had only a few more seconds. Hastily he pulled the trackhound towards him and threw his arms round its slender form.
Under no circumstances was he going to let it go.
The shark disappeared into the darkness and reappeared a little further on, a blue shadow in the water.
Bohrmann glanced frantically at the flank.
He was back at the crevice!
Some distance away from him the powerful body of the hammerhead was cruising through the open water. Bohrmann pulled himself towards the crack. He could see the other two sharks fighting over Frost's remains beneath the scaffold. They were moving down through the water, out of the illuminated zone. Bohrmann wondered how long it would be before they finished with the mangled body and turned on him. Then he stopped wondering anything. In the twilight of the ocean the big shark banked at incredible speed and came towards him.
Bohrmann pushed himself inside the crack.
There wasn't much room. The exosuit and the oxygen tanks on his back got in the way, and he struggled to shove himself in. Arms clamped to his sides, he tried to push himself deeper into the crevice, but the shark was upon him.
The cartilage of the hammer hurtled into the rock and the giant fish flew backwards. Its head was too big for it to enter. It arced round so tightly that it seemed to be chasing its tail. It tried again.
Chunks of lava dislodged themselves in a cloud of sediment from the surrounding rock. Bohrmann squeezed his arms closer to his body. He had no idea how far back the crevice extended. The shark was rampaging, attacking the rock, sending sediment and splinters into the water. Inside, Bohrmann was enveloped in fog. The blue light of the scaffold disappeared.
'Dr Bohrmann?'
Van Maarten. His voice was faint.
'Bohrmann, for God's sake! Bohrmann, say something!'
I'm here.'
Van Maarten made a noise that might
have been a sigh of relief. Bohrmann could barely hear him amid the din the shark was creating. Noises sounded completely different in the water, like a dull, hollow racket of overlapping vibrations. The attack ended abruptly. He was stuck in the crack, blinded by the black cloud of mud. He could only guess where the scaffold might be.
'I'm in a crack in the flank,' he said.
'We'll send some robots down for you,' said van Maarten, 'and two men. We've got more suits.'
'Forget it. The PODs don't work.'
'I know. We saw what happened to-' Van Maarten's voice failed him.
'We'll send the men right away. They've got harpoon guns with explosive charges and-'
'Harpoon guns? Now, there's a thing,' Bohrmann said caustically.
'Frost was convinced you wouldn't need them.'
'Evidently.'
Something rammed Bohrmann in the chest, pushing him deeper into the crevice. He was so surprised that he forgot to scream. In the dim light he saw the hammer. It had hit him vertically. The shark was trying to enter the crack on its side.
Why you clever little thing, he thought grimly. His heart was in his throat. I'm going to make you pay.
He rained blows on the hammer, careful not to let go of the hound. He could vaguely see its jaws opening and closing. The rectangular head was beating up and down, but Bohrmann was out of reach of its jaws. Its eye was rolling. Bohrmann raised one of the manipulators and let the console slam down on top of it.
The shark flinched.
It's not going to be able to get itself out of here, Bohrmann realised. He channelled his strength into pressing the trackhound against the shark's skull. Surely the creature couldn't be jammed. How much power did the jelly have over it? It was obviously controlling its behaviour, but could it teach it to swim backwards?
Evidently it could. The hammer withdrew from the crack.
Bohrmann waited.
Something shot out of the cloud. A hammer came at him horizontally. One of the smaller sharks. Its head crashed into the domed visor of his helmet. Its jaws opened. Rows of teeth scraped against the Plexiglas. The shark's body obscured the light to such an extent that Bohrmann could barely see, but what he could see was enough. He tried to push himself further inside the crack and suddenly the walls of the crevice seemed to give way. He toppled backwards into nothing.
Pitch blackness.
The left manipulator moved erratically over the console. The switch for the trackhound's floodlight was just above the homing button. He'd had it a moment ago…
There!
The floodlight lit up. The wandering shaft of light revealed that the back of the crevice had widened into a spacious cave. He shone the beam at the opening and saw the head of the shark. The hammer was shaking back and forth but the shark didn't advance.
It was stuck.
Bohrmann raised his arm and showered blows on the box-like head. The shark had to be at least half-way into the cave. Suddenly he realised that it wasn't a good idea to wound the shark enough to make it bleed. Instead he used all his weight to push against it, but in the water it wasn't nearly enough. He pushed off and hurled himself against the twitching head, banging into it with his chest, shoulders and arms until the shark gradually retreated. The beam from the trackhound wandered all over the place, illuminating the pink gullet and flapping gills.
I don't care how you get out of here, thought Bohrmann. But I want you out now. This is my cave, so piss off!'
'Piss off!'
'Dr Bohrmann?'
The shark disappeared.
Bohrmann slumped down. His arms trembled. Suddenly he felt overwhelmed with exhaustion and sank to his knees.
'Dr Bohrmann?'
'I don't need you bugging me, van Maarten.' He coughed. 'Do something to get me out of here.'
'We'll send down the robots and the men right away.'
'Why robots?'
'We're sending down anything that might scare the sharks or distract them.'
'They're not sharks. They only look like sharks. They can recognise a robot – and they know exactly what we're trying to do.'
'The sharks know?'
Frost evidently hadn't told van Maarten the whole story.
'That's right. They're no more sharks than the whales are whales. Something's controlling them. The men should be on their guard.' He had to cough again, this time more loudly. 'I can't see a bloody thing in this cave. What's going on out there?'
For a moment van Maarten was silent. Then he said, 'Oh, God…'
'Talk to me!'
'There's more of them – dozens, hundreds! They're smashing up the floodlights.'
Of course they are, thought Bohrmann. That's the whole point.
They're trying to stop us cleaning up the worms. That's what this is about.
'Then forget it.'
I'm sorry?'
'I said forget the rescue operation, van Maarten.'
There was so much noise inside Bohrmann's helmet that he had to get van Maarten to repeat his answer a second time: 'But the men are ready.'
'Tell them that intelligent predators are lying in wait for them. The sharks are intelligent. The stuff in their heads is intelligent. You're not going to achieve anything with two divers and a decoy. Think of something else. Like you said, I've got enough oxygen for two days.'
Van Maarten hesitated. 'OK. We'll keep an eye on things. Maybe the sharks will disperse in the next few hours. Do you think you're safe for the moment?'
'How the hell do I know? I'm safe from ordinary sharks, but these guys are unbelievably resourceful.'
'We're going to find a way, Gerhard. We'll have you out of there before your oxygen runs out.'
'I sincerely hope so.'
Light was returning gradually to the crack, but if what van Maarten was saying was true, the lamps were about to go out.
He'd be alone in the darkness of the ocean, alone until someone declared themselves ready to brave hundreds of hammerhead sharks.
No shark in possession of its natural instincts would have swum into an electromagnetic field. A hammerhead shark would never attack two humans in exosuits, and even if it did, it would quickly lose interest. Hammerheads were known to pose a threat to humans and to be infuriatingly inquisitive, but they usually gave anything suspicious-looking a very wide berth.
They didn't normally swim inside crevices.
Bohrmann cowered inside the cave, equipped with enough oxygen for other forty or so hours. He hoped there wouldn't be a bloodbath when van Maarten's men came down, if they came down.
A bloodbath in the lightless water.
He switched off the floodlight on his trackhound to conserve its battery. He was immediately engulfed in inky black. Light shone through the crack. It was getting fainter all the time.
INDEPENDENCE, Greenland Sea
Johanson couldn't settle. He'd been down on the well deck where Li's men were preparing for the jelly to be transferred to the deep-sea chamber under Rubin's supervision. The tank had been emptied and decontaminated, and the Pfiesteria-laden crabs deposited in liquid nitrogen. The whole process was being conducted under the most stringent safety precautions. Johanson and Oliviera were planning to start the phase tests as soon as the jelly was in the tank. In the meantime, while they'd been exchanging notes and laying down the procedure, Crowe and Shankar had begun to decipher the second Scratch message.
'The shock is still with us,' Li had said, in her improvised speech. 'Every one of us has been deeply affected by what happened. Our enemy is trying to demoralise and destroys us – but we mustn't give in. I'm sure you're all asking yourselves whether this vessel is safe. Let me assure you, it is. Providing we don't give our enemy any further opportunities to come aboard, we've got nothing to fear on the Independence. All the same, speed is of the essence. It's more important than ever that we focus our energies on forcing a dialogue. We need to convince our enemy to put a stop to its campaign of terror against the human race.'
Johanson went
up to the flight deck, where the kitchen staff was clearing away the remnants of the abandoned party. The sun had risen again, and the sea looked no different from usual: no blue glow, no flashes, and no luminescent vision presaging a nightmare.
He walked back to where he'd been standing before Li had presented him with a glass of red wine and tried to pump him for information about his night-time escapade. Two things had been clear to him: first, that Li knew what had happened to him; and second, that she wasn't sure how much he could remember and whether he was telling her the truth – which worried her.
She'd lied to him. He hadn't fallen over.
If Oliviera hadn't mentioned that he'd seen Rubin walk through a door in the hangar deck, nothing would have come back to him, and he would have swallowed Dr Angeli and the others' explanation. But Oliviera's comment had triggered something in his mind. His brain was reprogramming itself. Enigmatic images appeared and faded. As he stared at the uniform seascape of waves, his gaze turned inwards. Suddenly he was back on the crate, chatting to Oliviera, glass in hand. Rubin stepped through a door in the hangar-deck wall. A door … It appeared in the distance, and yet in another picture he seemed to be standing right in front of it – proof to Johanson that the mysterious passageway existed.
But what had happened next?
They'd gone down to the lab. Then he'd returned to the hangar deck alone. Why? Was it something to do with the door?
Or was he imagining it all?
You could be getting old and crazy without even knowing it, he thought to himself. That would be embarrassing.
While he was still puzzling over it, fate took pity on him and sent Weaver to him. Johanson was pleased to see her walking over the deck. They hadn't spent much time together lately. At first he'd seen her as his confidante, but he'd soon come to appreciate that she wasn't a replacement for Lund. They got on well, but it hadn't gone any deeper than that, neither in the Chateau nor on the boat. Maybe he had hoped that, through her, he could make up for everything that had happened to Lund. In the meantime things had changed. Now Johanson was by no means certain that he needed to make up for anything, and still less whether he'd share the intimacy with Weaver that he had with Lund. He had the impression that something might happen between her and Anawak, and they were much better suited…
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