by Anson, Mark
The rough passage walls had a scalloped appearance, from the overlapping arcs of the cutter heads on the mining machine that had cut through the rock. At regular intervals, steel roof supports had been rock-bolted and grouted into place to further support the passage.
As they walked, the red emergency lights came and went, along with signs warning of high-voltage cables, compressed air lines, and other hazards in the passage. The detritus of the accident lay underfoot, but appeared to be less here than in the upper levels. Dust, however, was everywhere; it blanketed the floor like a grey snow, showing every footprint, and softening the outlines of the rail tracks alongside them.
After a brief level section, the passage angled downwards at a gentle grade into the mountain. There were occasional passages on either side that led into unseen machinery spaces, or that connected with further service passages boring into the mountain, but Bergman led them onward, following the main passage.
After about three hundred metres of gentle descent, the passage levelled off, and opened out into a large underground space. Ahead, the passage continued on its journey into the mountain, and on the right, a large chamber about six metres high ended in a vertical wall set with tall mesh grilles.
The rail track, which had followed them all the way here, continued into the far passage, while a branch led off to the right into a small marshalling siding filled with mine cars. An electric locomotive sat in the siding, an angular and functional design with a single seat for the operator. Like everything else, it was thick with dust and had clearly not been moved or touched since the accident.
They explored the chamber. Past the rail siding, there was a large confluence of pipes, cables and trunking, where they turned and dived abruptly into the ground, passing through the heavy-duty mesh grille that extended from floor to ceiling. There were two sets of sliding safety gates in the grille, set one above another, and a two-tier landing stage, with stairs that led from the floor to the upper set of gates.
Mining equipment and spare parts for routine maintenance lay stacked against the walls, loaded onto mine cars, or piled on the floor near the sliding doors.
A mess of small-diameter electrical cables hung down like vines from the roof of the chamber, where they had been torn from their mountings. There was comparatively little rubbish here; the hurricane of air that had emerged from the shaft appeared to have scoured the chamber clean of lighter debris.
They approached the grille. As they came closer, they heard the noise, a distant rush of air like the sound of a seashell held to one’s ear.
It was the sound of air moving in the depths of the mine, far, far below them, and with it came a smell, the faint scent that anyone who has worked in a large mine can never forget; the smell of broken rock, machine oil, and dank air in forgotten passages.
They had reached the main shaft of the mine.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Abrams hooked his fingers into the dusty wire mesh and peered into the circular opening of the shaft. A gentle breeze stirred the hair on the back of his head. His flashlight beam played on the far side, about five metres away, then plunged down into the darkness of the shaft. Metal guide rails at the sides of the shaft glistened wetly in the beam, their surfaces thick with grease.
‘So this is the intake shaft, right?’ Elliott asked.
‘Yep. Men and materials only, in this shaft.’
As Matt spoke, he could visualise the air circulation of the big mine in his mind’s eye.
Every underground mine always had at least two main shafts. Air was forced down the intake shaft, round the labyrinth of passages deep underground, and back out again through the return shaft. At Erebus, the return shaft was nearly two kilometres away, out under the crater floor beneath the fuel refinery.
In the mine workings, pressure doors, like the one they had passed through earlier, controlled the flow of air and prevented any misrouting of the air current, so that the clean incoming air was forced to travel round the entirety of the workings before being allowed to return. In this way, any poisonous or inflammable gases released during mining and blasting were diluted to safe levels and swept away.
In a space mine, the air could not be allowed simply to escape once it had done its job; it had to be circulated continuously, and this created unique challenges for ventilation design. In the case of Erebus, the ice released from its primordial prison deep under the surface of the ice field contained methane, ammonia, carbon monoxide, and other gases trapped in the icy matrix. Released from the confining pressure, and warmed on its lengthy journey along the underground haulage ways, the ice gave up substantial quantities of potentially dangerous gases before it reached the processing plant.
These gases had to be extracted, along with water vapour, before the air could be recirculated. At the top of the mine’s oversized return shaft, which doubled as a buffer air reservoir, the cooled air was fed through a specialised part of the fuel refinery to extract the unwanted gases. Oxygen and nitrogen, extracted from the ice, were added to the air to correct the gas mix, before the air was returned via a long airway that led under the crater floor, back up to the main ventilation fans near the accommodation levels.
As the mine expanded, a pair of sub-main shafts had been sunk deeper into the crater. Starting from shaft heads cut into the rock 600 metres below them, the sub-mains penetrated a further two kilometres down towards Mercury’s iron core.
There the shafts emerged at the level of the metal-rich orebodies far below the crater, whose molten tendrils had solidified in the fractured rock when the crater had been formed in that titanic impact three billion years ago. In the deep stopes two-and-a-half kilometres underground, mining robots worked to break out the metal-bearing rock and load it onto the conveyors, at the start of its long journey back to the smelting plant on the surface.
The four of them moved away from the shaft entrance, looking for anything that would tell them more about the fate of the mine personnel.
Matt called Bergman over to the control panel for the hoist, and pointed to the status display. There was power to the hoist, as they had expected, and the double-decker cage was at the bottom of the main shaft, at the 400 level. The operator’s key was still in the console.
‘Think we should raise it?’ Matt asked.
‘Well, our mission’s going to be pretty short if it won’t come up. Let’s give it a try.’
Matt set the controls to bring the cage to the surface, held the interlock handle closed, and turned the control handle to start the hoist.
A shrill bell rang twice, and above them, in the unseen hoist motor chamber, the brake blocks shrieked as they were pulled off the hoist sheaves. The red lighting dimmed slightly as the motors sucked current, and behind the grille, the wire ropes began to move. The heavy counterweight fell past in its guide ropes, on its journey to the bottom of the shaft.
A faint thrumming came through the rock as the hoist picked up speed, and the wire ropes quickened to a glistening, metallic blur.
Two minutes later, the hum of the hoist motor started to slow, and a faint singing sound came from the guide ropes.
‘It’s here,’ Elliott said, and stood back, as the cage lifted up into sight behind the wire grille. The cage shook slightly as it slid into a set of four vertical guide rails, which steered it into the correct position in the shaft station. There was a squeal of seized guide wheels, a slowing of motion, then a thunk of heavy-duty brakes gripping the guide rails. The lights brightened as the hoist motor halted.
Both safety gates in the mesh moved aside, and the cage doors slid upwards, revealing the battered interiors. The floor of the lowest cage was fitted with a short section of rail track, to allow mine cars loaded with materials to be rolled aboard.
‘Okay, so the hoist works. What now?’ Elliott asked, ‘Are we going to go down into the mine, or continue with the plan?’
‘We stay on plan,’ Bergman said in an unhurried way, glancing at his watch. ‘We can’t afford to get
distracted here. We’ve proved the hoist works, so we know we can come back here later, after we’ve got you guys to the service raise. Okay?’
The three of them nodded.
‘Right, I’m going to send the twelve hundred hours report, then we’ll get going again. Do you want to check out that loco and see if we can use it?’
Matt looked dubious, but he went over to the locomotive while Bergman tried to raise Clare’s team on the comlink.
Matt sat down on the locomotive’s dusty seat and wiped the control panel clean. He found the master switch and switched the power on, but there was no response from the controls; the batteries were completely dead. He looked back at Bergman, who was frowning at the comlink.
‘Any luck?’
Bergman shook his head. ‘They must be out of coverage. I’ll send a text letting them know where we are.’ He tapped at the keypad of the comlink for a few moments, and waited while the message went, then snapped the comlink shut. ‘Okay, guys, let’s move it.’
Bergman and Elliott set off down the continuation of the passage into the mountain, and disappeared from view. The robot lumbered round, preparing to follow. Abrams turned round, expecting Matt to be just behind him, but Matt was still standing there in the shaft station, looking at the wall, a stricken expression on his face.
‘What is it?’ Abrams asked, then saw it as well, and stopped.
In an centuries-old practice that had not been bettered for simplicity and safety, every person going down a mineshaft was issued with a pair of identical, numbered metal tags before they went down the shaft at the start of every shift. One tag had to be surrendered in order to board the cage going down, while the matching tag was collected at the end of the shift. This simple system showed exactly who was down the shaft at any moment, and a check that they had all returned safely.
On the wall, in neat rows on hooks, over a hundred unclaimed metal tags hung, covered in dust.
It was a poignant sight, and it was many long moments before Matt and Abrams could bring themselves to turn away, and follow the others down the passage.
After another 300 metres of level progress, the passage emerged in another shaft station, built similar to the first, but with only one level for loading and offloading. The place seemed to have been abandoned; it had a disused air about it, and damage here seemed to be worse.
Part of the roof near the shaft head had fallen in, covering the chamber with piles of rock and dust. A mining robot lay under the rubble, its upper body buried by the roof fall.
Bergman and Matt stared up at the roof. Lumps of loose rock still adhered to the roof, threatening to come down at the slightest disturbance.
‘What is this place?’ Abrams asked.
‘Secondary intake shaft,’ Matt answered. ‘It was meant to assist the ventilation in the mine, but it never got finished. Keep to this side of the chamber – that roof’s unstable.’
‘Do you think this hoist will still work?’
‘I don’t know,’ Matt said, glancing up at the roof again, ‘but I don’t think it would be safe to try to find out. We’ve got one working hoist – that’s enough. I suggest we leave this place alone.’
Nobody disagreed, and they set off again, along a much narrower passage that continued into the mountain. The rail track ran along the centre, and there was less room to either side. The robot could no longer walk to one side, and instead straddled the narrow track with its rolling gait.
The air was close and still; evidently there was little natural circulation here. The passage, which had been flat, started to climb steeply upwards. Despite the low gravity, they were soon breathing heavily from the exertion and the heavy, stagnant air.
‘How much further is it?’ Abrams gasped after they had covered about five hundred metres, and had stopped for a brief rest.
‘A long way still,’ Matt answered between breaths. ‘This passage is nearly two kilometres long. We’ll just have to do it in stages.’
They resumed their journey once they had rested, and had got their breath back. Ahead, there was a section of the passage where the emergency lighting had failed, and the team plunged into darkness. In the distance, a single red light burned, and drew closer as they followed the passage upwards. They were already higher than the accommodation levels; the passage was taking them up high into the mountain’s heart.
They came to the red emergency light. The lighting seemed to be working from here on upwards; further red lights led into the distance, but it was hard to tell how much further there was to go. The lights came and went, in a seemingly interminable sequence, as they continued their slow journey upwards.
They stopped to rest twice more on the long climb, and Bergman was just about to call another halt, when the lights ahead came to an end. The passage opened up into a shaft station, smaller than the two they had encountered earlier. There was a faint breeze at their backs, and the air seemed less close and heavy. They stood in the red light of the shaft station, getting their breath back.
The shaft opening was on the left here instead of on the right as in the other stations. Compared to the other two stations, this one had almost no trace of any damage. There was a thin coating of dust in the chamber and some scattered paper, but that was it; the force of the escaping air had been less here than in the main airways.
The safety gate in the grille stood wide open, and beyond them, the cage waited. The raise went straight up into the mountain, to emerge two kilometres above them, in its high eyrie on the mountaintop. From there, a walkway wound up into the peaks, weaving its way through a high pass, until at last it emerged in the perpetual sunlight at a peak on the crater ramparts, nearly four kilometres above the surface of the ice field.
Running down the circular shaft of the raise, away from the guide ropes, were the heavy power cables and communications links from the solar power array and antennas on the mountain peak. The raise was narrower than the main shafts of the mine; it had been bored to allow the installation and maintenance of the equipment on the otherwise inaccessible mountaintop, and once the equipment had been installed, only occasional visits were needed.
‘Seems like it’s operational,’ Bergman commented, examining the hoist control panel. ‘I’m going to give it a try.’ He thumbed a few switches and operated the interlock and control handles. The cage door slid down, and the safety gate closed with a shriek of metal on guides. There was the harsh double-ring of the bell, and the cage started to move upwards. Bergman let it run for a few seconds, then halted it and brought it back down.
‘Okay guys, this is where we load you up.’ He opened the gates and indicated the waiting cage.
Elliott ordered Bob Five forward, and once inside, the robot turned round to face them, still carrying the six air cylinders. Abrams took the rucksacks containing the radio equipment from Matt and Bergman, and followed Elliott aboard the cage.
‘You guys clear on what you need to do?’ Bergman asked.
Elliott and Abrams nodded.
‘Okay. I’ve set the hoist to Cage Control, so the cage will stay at the top station until you’re ready to return. Good luck.’
‘See you in the control centre later,’ Abrams said, as the door closed over them and the safety gate screeched shut. The bell rang twice, and the cage started to move.
‘Bye,’ called Elliott from high above, and then the car was gone, climbing up into the long raise on its journey up inside the mountain. The wire ropes quivered slightly from the cage’s motion, but it was otherwise silent in the chamber; the hoist motor was thousands of metres above them, at the top of the raise.
Bergman stood by the gate and craned upwards. High above him, he could see the dwindling light from their companions’ flashlights, as the cage disappeared up into the mountain. A creak ran through the guide ropes.
‘Wonder how long it’ll take them?’ he said.
‘Well, if the other hoist’s anything to go by, they’re going to be a while,’ Matt responded.
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sp; ‘Yeah. Well, we can’t do anything more to help them now. Shall we go back and take a look at the main shaft?’
‘I suppose we’d better.’ Matt’s voice was resigned.
‘Look, I know we’ve drawn the short straw, but we’ve got a job to do. I don’t like it any better than you do.’
‘I know. I just don’t like the idea of going down the mine, that’s all. Guess I’ve got a bad feeling about what we’re going to find.’
‘Yeah, you and me both,’ Bergman sighed, looking down the passage that led back to the mine. He clicked his flashlight back on. ‘Come on, let’s get it over and done with.’
They set off back down the long, sloping passage, their flashlight beams illuminating the red-lit walls in shifting ovals of stark whites and greys. Their silhouetted figures dwindled against the lights as they walked, until they were lost to view.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Clare Foster and Steve Wilson walked in silence down the gentle grade of the main return airway.
It had been half an hour since they had parted from the others at the bottom of the fire stairs, and they were already far out under the crater floor. The airway ran from underneath the accommodation levels, out under the crater to the refinery complex and shuttle silos, a kilometre from the entrance to the mine.
The passage was lit with the familiar emergency lights, and had a rail track laid in the floor to take freight and personnel between the silos and the mine itself.
They had not encountered anything except the occasional piece of debris in their journey. The air that had roared up the airway when the mine had been breached had done so with considerable force, but there had been few items to move. From time to time they came across items that had been ripped from the walls, such as cables and signage, but for the most part the passage was empty. Every few hundred metres, they came across a set of pressure doors set in the rock, all of which stood wide open.