The Cult of Osiris nwaec-5

by Andy McDermott

  The Mitsubishi reached the spur road, Nina skidding it round the corner in a shower of loose gravel. Macy yelped as she slithered across the bench seat.

  ‘Uh-oh,’ said Nina. The gatehouse at the lake’s edge lay ahead . . . and the drawbridge had just started to rise. Her approach had been spotted.

  Macy sat up. ‘We’re not gonna make it!’

  ‘We’ve got to make it,’ Nina told her grimly. Her foot was back down to the floor as they hurtled along the short road. The drawbridge’s two halves parted, rising a foot, two . . .

  She heard Shaban’s prayer continuing over the growl of the engine and Macy’s panicked pleas to stop. ‘I am Set, lord of the desert, master of darkness, the god of death!’

  Grant’s hands shook as he held the knife over Eddie. He tried to back away - and felt a gun held by another guard press against his spine.

  Shaban fixed him with a malevolent stare. ‘I have slain the coward Osiris, and now in blood I take dominion over all things!’

  ‘We’re gonna crash!’ Macy squealed.

  Nina gripped the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the drawbridge. The nearer section was at a twenty-five degree angle, and still rising.

  She didn’t slow.

  The Mitsubishi hit the drawbridge with a bone-jarring crash - and continued up it. It shot off the end, clearing the widening gap and smashing down on the far side with an impact that shattered two of the side windows. Macy screamed.

  The front airbags exploded from their compartments, kicking Nina painfully back into her seat - but she saw the pyramid ahead and aimed straight at it.

  Shaban’s voice rang in her ears. ‘I am Set! Set! Set!’

  ‘And match!’ Nina cried—

  The Shogun ploughed through the pyramid’s glass wall.

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  Eddie stared up at Grant. He could tell from his eyes that the actor wasn’t going to drive the knife into his chest. Which was good.

  But it was also bad, because it meant Shaban’s followers would kill them both.

  And pinned to the table, hands tied behind his back, there was nothing he could do to stop it—

  Boom!

  Everyone on the stage spun at the noise - and, with a colossal crash of exploding glass, the Mitsubishi careered through the double doors.

  Heading straight for the altar.

  Lorenz tackled Shaban out of the truck’s path. Broma rolled the other way. The guards holding Eddie scattered.

  The Shogun skidded, swerving to miss the altar - but it couldn’t stop in time to avoid colliding with one of the statues. The chrome-plated figure rocked as the 4×4’s hefty bullbar smashed a chunk out of its legs, almost toppling into the pit . . . then tipped back and fell. The marble floor was smashed under its weight - as was the scientist. The canister spun away.

  The fallen statue rolled and demolished the altar as Eddie flung himself clear, knocking the stunned Grant with him. It continued over the end of the stage, flattening another guard - then the stairway collapsed beneath it, sending the rest of the men flying. Cultists screamed and scrambled backwards to escape being crushed.

  Eddie sat up, expecting to see one of the ASPS inside the battered Shogun - and was startled, but delighted, to find Nina at the wheel instead. ‘That’s what I call gatecrashing!’ he called.

  ‘Eddie, come on!’ she shouted back - only for her expression to change to alarm. ‘Look out!’

  Broma was pointing a gun at him—

  A flat thump came from the 4×4 - and something streaked across the stage to hit Broma’s chest with a crack that broke his sternum. He fell backwards into the pit as the object that had injured him bounced back and clanked across the marble, streaming white smoke.

  Only it wasn’t just smoke. Eddie felt a stinging, burning sensation in his eyes and nose. Tear gas. He looked back at the Shogun to see Macy hefting an Arwen 37 out of the broken window.

  ‘Hold your breath!’ Eddie warned. ‘Grant, cut me loose!’

  The bewildered Grant remembered he was holding a knife. He sawed at the zip-tie with the bloodied blade until it snapped. Eddie shook off the plastic restraint and stood. The tear gas was swirling across the stage, thick clumps of white mist obscuring his view, but he could make out Shaban and Lorenz still on the floor by one of the statues.

  He checked the pit. With the stairs destroyed the cultists couldn’t reach the stage directly, but there was another way out—

  ‘Shit!’ Some of Shaban’s followers had already come to the same conclusion and were heading for the stairs at the temple’s opposite end. If they got out, he and the others would be massively outnumbered, and probably torn to pieces by the mob.

  He ran to the truck. ‘Gimme that,’ he said to Macy, snatching the Arwen from her and firing the remaining four canisters across the pit at the other set of stairs. The crowd immediately turned back, coughing and clutching at their faces as they tried to escape the searing vapour.

  ‘Get in!’ Nina shouted from the 4×4.

  ‘No, you get out!’ he countered. ‘That gas won’t stop ’em for long - we’ve got to keep them trapped down there!’

  ‘How?’

  ‘With the truck.’

  ‘But we need it to get out of here!’

  ‘Did they raise the drawbridge?’

  ‘Yes, but—’

  ‘Then we won’t have time to lower it before that lot come after us like bloody zombies! Come on, shift! You too, Macy!’

  Macy climbed out of his side of the Mitsubishi, Nina the other, as Eddie leaned across the passenger seat. ‘This worked for Shaban, hope it works for us,’ he muttered as he put the Mitsubishi in Drive - and used the empty riot gun to jam down the accelerator.

  The 4×4 roared towards the broken stairs as Eddie rolled backwards out of it. He thumped down painfully on debris from the ruined altar, skidding across the marble—

  Grant dived and grabbed his arm just before he slithered into the pit, his legs dangling over the edge.

  The cultists scattered screaming as the Mitsubishi smashed down to their level. Through some collective obedience the aisle was still more or less clear, though a couple of green-blazered goons were slammed aside as the truck, its suspension grinding, charged along the pit.

  It disappeared into the billowing cloud of tear gas—

  Another huge crash of breaking glass and steel echoed round the chamber as the 4×4 hit the other flight of stairs, getting halfway up them and leaping out of the miasma like a whale breaching the ocean surface before they collapsed beneath it.

  Eddie scrambled back on to the stage. ‘Thanks, mate,’ he told Grant. With both staircases destroyed, the cultists were trapped in the pit. ‘So how do you like real action?’

  Grant was still shaken. ‘I, uh . . . I prefer the Hollywood version.’

  ‘Let’s get you back to it, then. Come on.’

  They rounded the broken altar. The tear gas from the first canister was still spreading, forcing Nina to retreat towards them. Eddie looked round in alarm. ‘Where’s Macy?’

  Nina’s eyes watered as the stinging vapour attacked her mucous membranes. ‘In there,’ she gasped, pointing into the wafting mass.

  ‘Macy! Can you hear me?’ He heard a feminine cough from somewhere in the cloud. ‘Okay, we’ve got to go through it. Hold your breath, keep your eyes and nose covered, and grab hold of me.’ He held out his hands.

  Grant was also suffering the effects of the pungent chemicals, face screwed up in discomfort. ‘Aren’t you feeling this?’ the actor asked Eddie as he and Nina took hold of him.

  ‘Nah, this is pretty weak - the SAS chucks you in rooms full of way worse stuff in training. You get used to it, like vindaloo. Okay, ready?’ They both nodded, holding their noses. ‘Go!’

  He rushed into the cloud, pulling Nina and Grant behind him. His eyes immediately started streaming, and his exposed skin felt as though it was being jabbed by hot needles - his training had made him more resistant than most to the effects of tear gas, but
not immune, and it was several years since he had last undergone the experience. But he kept going until they emerged into clearer air on the other side.

  Where was Macy?

  The fog’s boundary was uneven, clumps still hanging stubbornly despite the light breeze coming through the smashed doors. Another cough, and he spotted a half-shrouded shape. ‘Macy! Over here, c’mon!’ He shook off Grant and Nina and started towards her.

  A blink to clear stinging tears from his eyes—

  There were now two shapes in the mist.

  ‘Macy!’

  Too late.

  The other figure resolved itself into Shaban. He grabbed Macy from behind, pressing a gun to her head to use her as a human shield - then realised his opponents were unarmed—

  Nina pulled Grant behind one of the remaining statues as Eddie dived for the only cover he could reach - the cloud of tear gas. A bullet carved a vortex through the swirling mist just above him as he rolled deeper into the dense fog.

  Losing sight of him, Shaban blasted two more shots at Nina and Grant, smacking chunks out of the statue. Then he shoved the gun against Macy’s head again, making her scream as the hot metal burned her, and dragged her backwards.

  ‘Lorenz!’ he shouted. ‘Get the canister!’

  Nina risked a quick glance out from behind the statue, and saw the stainless steel container lying on its side across the stage. Lorenz picked it up and looked to Shaban for orders.

  ‘Get to the helicopter!’ the Egyptian shouted as he retreated, hauling the struggling Macy with him.

  Eddie burst from the cloud to take cover behind the statue nearest Shaban and his lackey. Shaban fired again, the bullet twanging off the chromed figure. ‘If you follow, I’ll kill her!’ he warned as he reached the side exit. Lorenz opened the door, and they backed through.

  Eddie let out a hacking cough. ‘Jesus!’ he wheezed, wiping his eyes. ‘They’ve changed the bloody formula since I last did a gas drill!’

  Nina hurried to him, Grant behind her. ‘Now what’re we gonna do?’

  ‘Get him somewhere safe, for a start,’ said Eddie, nodding at the actor. ‘Then get that drawbridge down so Assad and his lads can come in.’

  ‘What about you?’

  ‘I’m going to get Macy.’ The breeze had wafted the gas far enough down the stage for him to spot something amongst the debris: a gun, dropped by one of the guards. He collected it - then, to Nina’s surprise, handed it to her. ‘Shoot anything green.’

  ‘Why aren’t you taking it?’ she asked.

  ‘ ’Cause there might still be guards at the gate.’

  ‘I’m not going to the gate - I’m going with you.’

  ‘No, you need to look after Grant.’

  Grant looked offended. ‘Hey, I can take care of myself, man.’

  ‘You ever fired a real gun?’ Eddie demanded.

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘At a person?’

  ‘No.’ His eyebrows shot up. ‘Wait, she has?’

  ‘Way too often,’ said Nina. ‘Look, Eddie, you—’

  ‘There isn’t time to fucking argue,’ Eddie snapped, running after Shaban. ‘Just get that bridge down!’ He reached the exit and was about to go through when he looked back. ‘Oh, and thanks for rescuing me! Now bugger off!’

  ‘Any time,’ Nina said with a smile. She turned to Grant. ‘Okay, come on.’ They ran for the doors.

  ‘You’ve really shot people?’

  ‘Afraid so. Transfixed a guy with a sword once, too.’

  ‘Wow.’ They entered a small lobby, floor littered with broken glass from the Mitsubishi’s entrance. Through the gaping hole in the outer wall the drawbridge was visible, still raised. ‘Has anyone optioned your life story? It’d make a great movie!’

  ‘Yeah, but who’d play me?’ Nina looked outside. Nobody in sight. ‘Let’s get you out of here - then I can go after my husband!’

  The side exit led to a corridor along the pyramid’s eastern base. Eddie ran down it to the lobby through which he had entered the building.

  No sign of Shaban, Lorenz or Macy. Or anyone else - Shaban’s followers had been in the temple to hear their godhead’s rant, and were still trapped in the pit.

  He crossed the lobby. The outer doors slid open as he approached, the sound of a helicopter’s engine reaching him. It was nearing takeoff speed. And as soon as the chopper was clear of the castle, Macy would become dead weight - literally.

  A quick glance round the doorframe revealed the helicopter, a sleek six-passenger Eurocopter EC130, on the pad in one corner of the courtyard. Lorenz was in the front passenger seat beside the pilot, Shaban and Macy behind them. A glint of metal told Eddie that Lorenz had the gun; his door was ajar so he could shoot at anyone trying to approach.

  He needed to get round to the pilot’s side to block his aim. If he ran fast enough, he could make it before the aircraft took off - assuming Lorenz wasn’t a crack shot.

  He took a deep breath . . . and ran.

  Nina and Grant reached the gatehouse. Part of the castle’s structure had been extended by a booth with mirrored windows: a security station. The drawbridge controls were almost certainly inside.

  Nina reached the door first and flung it open - just as the sound of echoing gunfire reached her from the far side of the pyramid. She instinctively looked back. Eddie—

  A noise inside the booth. Nina whirled to see a guard drawing a gun. She jumped backwards - and collided with Grant as he tried to follow her inside. He lurched clear, but she stumbled and fell on her back. The gun was jolted from her hand.

  The guard ran towards her. She tried to get up, but he was already upon her, pointing his gun down at her head—

  A sudden blur of motion, and the automatic flew into the air as Grant leapt up and delivered a high kick to the man’s hand. He landed straddling Nina, twisting to slam an elbow into the guard’s chest and following it by backhanding him in the face. The man staggered.

  Grant grinned at Nina. ‘Krav Maga, man! Learned those moves for a movie.’

  She wasn’t impressed. ‘This isn’t a movie - and he’s not down!’

  ‘Huh?’ He looked round - and saw the guard still standing, a hand to his aching nose and an expression of rising anger on his face. ‘But that always works on set!’

  ‘Because they’re stuntmen, idiot - aah!’ Nina scrambled out of the way as the enraged guard tackled Grant to the ground and clamped his hands round the actor’s throat.

  Another shot cracked across the courtyard, one of the pyramid’s glass panels shattering behind Eddie as he sprinted to pass in front of the helicopter. Lorenz, already leaning from the cockpit to track him, would in moments be forced either to jump out or shoot through the windscreen to maintain a line of fire - and with the chopper almost at takeoff speed, both options were unlikely.

  Which meant he would take one last shot—

  Eddie threw himself into a forward roll as the Dutchman fired again, the bullet kicking up splinters from a flagstone. Without pause he leapt back to his feet and continued running, angling back round to the pilot’s side . . .

  The helicopter left the ground.

  He pushed harder, squinting into the blasting wind. The aircraft ascended at full power, its skids already six feet off the ground in less than a second, rocketing skywards—

  Eddie jumped.

  One hand fell an inch short - but he clamped the other round the skid as the helicopter turned.

  His weight made the aircraft sway, its occupants instantly realising they had another passenger. ‘Shake him off!’ Shaban ordered.

  Eddie pulled himself up to get a grip with his other hand - as the helicopter tipped sharply, trying to jolt him loose.

  The guard slammed Grant’s head down, squeezing his neck harder. The actor grimaced, eyes bulging. ‘Your movies,’ the man grunted, ‘are crap!’

  Grant tried to gurgle a riposte as he struck at the guard’s head, but he couldn’t score a solid blow. The man dug his thumbs de
eper into his neck, pushing down on his carotid artery—

  ‘Hey!’

  The guard looked round - and Nina kicked him in the face. He rolled off Grant, spitting out blood and broken enamel. But he wasn’t out of the fight. He spotted Nina’s gun and scrambled for it.

  His own pistol had landed further away. Nina dived, landing painfully as she snatched it up and twisted to face her opponent.

  He was taking aim—

  Nina fired first. A bloody hole burst open in his green blazer as she shot him in the stomach. He screamed, all thoughts of returning fire eradicated by agony.

  ‘Jesus!’ Grant gasped. ‘You shot him!’

  ‘No shit! Get the gun!’ As the shocked Grant crawled over and pulled it from the man’s shaking hand, Nina rushed into the booth. CCTV screens showed the main gate, the drawbridge and the road on the shore - where she could see the ASPS’ van and the other Shogun waiting to cross.

  Where were the drawbridge controls? There - a panel on one wall. She shoved the lever to the down position and stabbed at a green button. A buzzer rasped, followed by the whine of a motor, then both noises were drowned out by the clank and rattle of chains as the drawbridge descended.

  She ran back outside and saw the helicopter rise unsteadily into view from behind the glass pyramid.

  Someone was hanging from the skids.

  Eddie.

  The pilot jerked the cyclic control stick sideways. The helicopter lurched, veering towards one of the castle’s towers before he pushed the stick back to counter the sudden move. The passengers jolted hard in their seats, and something banged against the fuselage under the pilot’s side window. Macy shrieked.

  ‘Is he gone?’ Shaban demanded.

  The pilot leaned over to get a better view of the skid—

  The door flew open.

  A deafening whirlwind blasted into the cabin as the rotor downwash came through the door - followed by Eddie. He had used the chopper’s roll to swing up and hook his legs round the skid, letting him reach the door handle. The startled pilot took a savage punch to the face, and before he could recover Eddie muscled his way inside and put him in a chokehold. ‘Land this thing!’