"You know how to dispose of a nuclear device? Because that's what I do," Deker said. "Maybe I should go down and you go back up."
"It's not exactly a nuke, but I can disarm it," Conrad said. "But I can't disarm Gellar if I go up. Or stop your government from overreacting after the Arabs overreact if the Dome of the Rock blows."
Deker nodded to the Pishon Gate on the other wall. "You can take that shaft down to the end and turn right. Follow the riverbank, and it will lead you to the two pillars by the Gihon."
Conrad helped Deker to his feet and then made his way to the Pishon Gate. He looked back inside the King's Chamber. Deker had already disappeared back up to Solomon's Stairway, and Conrad realized that he had forgotten to tell Deker about the C4 under the Dome of the Rock well shaft.
No matter, Conrad thought as he started down the shaft. Deker had as much chance of reaching the surface as Conrad had in reaching the Flammenschwert in time to stop it.
52
Midas was with the Flammenschwert at the banks of the Gihon River when Vadim and Serena emerged from the two pillars that guarded the entrance of the tunnel back up into the Temple Mount.
"Behold the Gihon," Midas told her with a sweeping gesture across the vast subterranean cavern. He made a show of punching in the activation code on the instrument panel. The display lit up as the Flammenschwert came to life.
The timer counted down from 6:00…5:59…5:58…
Midas let out a sigh of relief. He had done it. He had obtained the Sword of Fire. He had found the gate to Eden and the primordial waters of life on earth, the waters that could heal his fatal neurological condition and let him live forever. The very River of Life that had scared even the God of Genesis. Now Midas would blow it open and restore paradise on earth.
The old order would pass. The old religions would be swept away in the cleansing fire of Armageddon. Then the cool water of the new world order would come. And he would control it. He, the Water Bearer. Truly, this would be the Age of Aquarius. The age of Pisces and the Church was over.
"Vadim," he called. "It's time." He motioned Vadim over to the Flammenschwert and watched him take it to the water.
"It's going to work like this, Sister Serghetti," Midas said, digging his gun into her side. "The Flammenschwert will ignite the water. The heat will force it to rise like a coil through the well shaft you just emerged from, gather steam from the chambers above, and ultimately spew out fire like a geyser, destroying everything topside. It could alter geography significantly. In fact, I think that's what this whole complex was built to do, like some sort of geothermal machine."
"I know how it works, Midas. I've seen it before."
Midas said nothing for a moment, making sure Vadim launched the Flammenschwert into the water correctly. The casing assembly floated by itself, an amber light blinking six times before burning a steady red.
Serena said, "Hope you've got a place to hide when this blows, Midas, because you're going to fry when it does."
"As a matter of fact, I do," Midas said, then barked his final order to Vadim. "You stay with the Flammenschwert until the two-minute mark. Then you can join us in the Map Room. It should be clear by now."
Vadim looked unsure about staying behind but nodded.
Midas could feel Serena shaking as he pushed her back toward a stone stairway she hadn't seen before. "The Map Room, above the King's Chamber, is separated from the main line and closed off. We'll ride out the chaos for a few days and then emerge into a new world."
Midas knew Serena was smart enough to accept that he was going to kill her, but she would go along with him in the vain hope that her beloved Conrad Yeats would come to the rescue. Midas doubted that. But just in case, he would keep her close.
"I see what Gellar thinks he's going to get out of this, Midas," she said as they began to ascend the narrow stairwell. "And I see what the Alignment is sure it will get out of this. But I don't see what you get out of blowing up the Dome of the Rock."
"That's not what I'm blowing up, Sister Serghetti. I'm blowing up what is at the other end of the Gihon River, buried deep beneath us. The very Gate to Eden. The primordial waters of life itself. If you can live forever, you don't need heaven. You don't need God. Because you are a god."
"You know, Lucifer had that problem. He confused himself with the Creator."
Midas laughed, but then the steps started to shake from an explosion high above. He felt an elbow in his gut as Serena tried to push him down the steps. He recovered swiftly and gave her a blow across the face with his gun. She cried out in pain.
"I'm in control," he hissed in her ear. "Soon the world will know it."
She said nothing in the dark, but he could hear her breathing.
He was pushing her forward when he heard a gunshot back at the Gihon. Then the voice of Conrad Yeats rang out.
"Vadim bit the big vitamin, Midas. I've got a deal for you: the Flammenschwert for Serena."
53
URIEL'S GATE
Conrad stood dripping wet by the banks of the underground river. The Flammenschwert warhead he had retrieved from the water was on the stone platform next to Vadim's body. The timer was down to three minutes and counting.
How the hell am I going to deactivate this thing? he wondered as he began to unscrew the casing of the sphere with the blade of his knife. Then he thought better of it and stopped. Maybe all I have to do is keep this out of the water when it explodes.
He folded his knife, picked up his gun, and stood up as Midas emerged with Serena from a tunnel. Midas had one hand wrapped around Serena's throat and the other pointing a gun at her chest, using her like a shield.
"Drop the gun," Midas said. "Or I kill her."
"Don't do it, Conrad. Shoot me and Midas both. Save the Temple Mount."
Conrad saw the strength in her eyes. She was ready to die. But he wasn't ready for her to die. "I can't lose you again."
Midas smiled. "Then you'll drop it."
Conrad put his gun on the ground, reminding himself that all he had to do was keep Serena alive and the Flammenschwert out of the water.
"Kick the gun into the water," Midas ordered.
Conrad gave it a swipe with his foot and it skidded to the edge of the river and stopped.
That was good enough for Midas, who said, "Take the Flammenschwert and set it back into the water where it belongs. Hurry."
"No, Conrad!" Serena shouted. "If you do what Midas wants, you can kiss any hope of peace in the Middle East goodbye. Me, too. Let me go and save the world-for me."
Conrad hesitated. Something had changed in her eyes.
"I understand, Conrad," Serena said calmly as she put her hand on top of Midas's gun. "Let me help you."
She forced Midas's hand, and the gun exploded. She collapsed, exposing a stunned Midas as he staggered back a step and raised his gun to shoot Conrad.
"No!" Conrad shouted, diving for his gun and shooting Midas between the eyes. The bullet blew Midas's skull against the stone wall, killing him instantly.
Conrad ran to Serena. Her shirt was soaked in blood. It was pumping out of her chest.
"Oh, God, no." He ripped the shirt open to see the bullet hole above her left breast. Right above her heart. "No!"
He put his hands on the wound to try and stop the bleeding. Then he felt her hand on his and looked into her eyes. The light in them was fading.
"Take Uriel's sword, Conrad. Back to the King's Chamber. It can't explode in the water."
"There's water seeping through the stones all over this place, Serena. Every chamber is like an empty oil drum. You can't tell me that it still won't ignite this river."
"No, but the impact might not be so bad if it's not immersed."
"I can't leave you."
She shook her head. "No time…"
"Serena," he said, trying to lift her, but even more blood came out. "I can't."
"What's the clock say?"
He looked at the readout. "Ninety seconds."
> "You know the Book of Revelation?" she said.
"I know," he said. "You read the ending. The Church wins."
"No," she said. "God wins. There is no Church in the New Jerusalem. No temples or mosques, either. Just God and his people."
"That's great," said Conrad. "But what do I do in the meantime without you?"
She didn't answer. Her body was limp.
"Serena!" he said, shaking her. "Serena!"
He looked at the timer on the Flammenschwert: 57 seconds…56 seconds…
He wiped his hands, lifted the device, and then took off with it for the shaft. At the bottom of the steps, he looked back and saw Serena's lifeless body on the floor of the river cave.
Four granite slab doors inside the King's Chamber were already beginning to drop by the time Conrad reached the armillary globe and placed the Flammenschwert inside. He barely slipped under the falling slab into the Gihon shaft before it shut. Then he ran back down the steps to Uriel's Gate. The timer started to beep at the thirty-second count…29 seconds…28 seconds…
He burst past the pillars into the cave. Serena's body lay on the banks where he'd left her. He collapsed next to her, pulling her into his arms.
"I stopped him," he told her, though he knew she couldn't hear him. He looked at the hole above her blood-soaked breast and wept. "Oh, God, no. Please, no."
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the torrent, the beeping of the timer counting down audibly to zero. A terrific quake shook the entire Temple Mount as the Flammenschwert exploded in the upper chamber. Chunks of rock began to fall around him, making huge splashes in the river.
Holding Serena in his arms, he jumped into the rushing waters as flames burst out of the Gihon shaft. Sheets of fire flickered like waves in the air above the river, illuminating Serena's face as if she were an angel beneath the surface.
As the current carried them both away, Conrad kissed her goodbye with his last breath. The river sucked them down a dark tunnel. He tried to hold on to her, but her hand slipped away. He shouted out to her in the water, but then his head hit a rock and everything went black.
54
WESTERN WALL PLAZA .TEMPLE MOUNT
It was just after three o'clock, and General Gellar was praying at the Western Wall, his head covered with his yarmulke and his shoulders draped with his silk tallith, when the explosion rocked the Temple Mount.
There were screams and shouts, and he looked up at the Dome of the Rock to behold the pillar of fire he had dreamed of for so long. But it didn't come, and the shaking began to die down like a small earthquake. There were no aftershocks.
Confused and disturbed by what this could mean, he slowly made his way across the crowds in the plaza who were engaged in animated discussion over what had just happened.
As he approached the curb, a white van pulled up and a door slid open to reveal a bleeding Commander Sam Deker and several armed Yamam. Gellar tried to turn but felt something prick his neck as he blacked out.
Several hours later, Deker and his team stormed the labs of the Israeli subsidiary of Midas Minerals amp; Mining at the Tefen Industrial Park near the Lebanese border. After the raid, he met with his U.S. counterparts in one of the theaters on the corporate campus. Marshall Packard was sitting on a chair on the stage, reading over a report with a tall, thin woman who introduced herself as Wanda Randolph.
"Hell, Deker, this month alone they had engineers from Intel, Siemens, Exxon, and MIT visiting the R amp; D center to learn about this new water detection and extraction technology," Packard told him. "How could the Israelis not know Gellar had an ownership interest in the company?"
"Many members of the government and military have similar arrangements with the companies here."
Packard frowned. "You secured the rest of those metal pellets in the labs?"
"Destroyed." Deker held his ground. "I trusted neither my superiors nor you to properly dispose of them."
"That's unfortunate," Packard said. "Just one of those little fire beads could have unlocked Atlantean technology."
Deker said nothing.
"What are you going to say about Gellar in your report to the Israeli prime minister?"
"That he died a hero of Israel, preventing what could have been a debilitating strike on the Temple Mount. Had it succeeded, it would have triggered a war in which Israel would have prevailed, of course, but at the cost of many lives."
"What about the globes? I don't suppose they could have possibly survived."
"If they did, I wouldn't tell you," Deker said. "I'm more concerned about Yeats and Serghetti. Any word on their fate?"
Packard looked somber. "No," he said. "But wherever they are, I think it's time we finally leave them the hell alone."
That evening Deker returned to the Western Wall and looked for the slip of paper with the prayer on it that Gellar had inserted between the massive rocks. It was taboo, but Deker wasn't much of a devout Jew.
Using what he had seen from the surveillance footage, he found what he was reasonably certain was the prayer.
Come let us go up the mountain of
the Lord, that we may walk the
paths of the Most High.
And we shall beat our swords into ploughshares,
and our spears into pruning hooks.
Nation shall not lift up sword against nation-
Neither shall they learn war any more.
And none shall be afraid, for the mouth of the
Lord of Hosts has spoken.
It was a good prayer, Deker thought. He was sure he had heard it somewhere before in his childhood. Seeing the Jews and Christians around him praying, and hearing the distant call of the minaret for Muslims to pray as well, he decided to repeat that prayer as his way of saying kaddish for the souls of Conrad Yeats and Serena Serghetti.
55
QUMRAN WEST BANK TWO DAYS LATER
It was already hot at ten a.m. on Easter Sunday when Reka Bressler, a grad student from Hebrew University's Orion Center for the Study of Dead Sea Scrolls, led her American tour group past a stone marker that said sea level to the rocks of the Dead Sea over four hundred yards below.
The desolate area was the lowest point on earth, an otherworldly landscape of sheer cliffs, caves, and rocks around the waters. It was believed to be the site of several biblical cities, including Sodom and Gomorrah, or rather, what was left of them. Indeed, it looked like the aftermath of a nuclear explosion, and the smell of sulfur didn't help.
But the water of the Dead Sea was supposed to possess therapeutic powers. Already a couple from her group had jumped in to test the salty sea's legendary buoyancy. One American, settling comfortably in the water, looked like he was reclining on an invisible lawn chair as he scanned the Jerusalem Post.
That was when Reka saw the body of a fully clothed man washed up on the beach. He was clearly no tourist. She cursed and ran down the shore to him and turned him over.
His face was caked with blood. His head must have struck a rock somewhere. She bent down, placed two fingers on his neck, and felt a faint pulse. She pressed on his stomach, and he spat up water. She was about to give him mouth-to-mouth when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"That's okay, I've got him."
Reka rose and saw a woman in torn clothes with a scorched medallion on her chest. There was something familiar and ethereal about her. But the footprints behind her proved that she was just as flesh-and-blood as her companion. "But you look worse than he does," Reka said.
The woman smiled. "I'll be sure to tell him. He'll like that. You may want to get back to your group. I think there's a man under that hand waving a newspaper above the surface of the water."
"Harah," Reka muttered, and started running down the beach.
Serena held Conrad's head in her arms as he coughed, blinked his eyes open, and looked at her and then at the seemingly godforsaken place around them.
"This can't be hell, because you're here," he said.
She saw h
im staring at the scorched medallion hanging from her neck. Her Shekel of Tyre had been sheared in half by the bullet it had deflected, searing her chest with a cauterized flesh wound in the shape of a crescent moon. "River of Life, Conrad."
He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you, God."
She wiped the tears from her eyes, and then she removed the medallion from her neck. "Well, I'm not returning to Rome."
Conrad looked at her. "Where are you going?"
"Wherever you go, Conrad."
"You sure you want to do this?"
"I do."
"And then?"
"We can love God, serve others, be fruitful, and multiply."
"Well, let's not be disobedient, then," he said, and kissed her under the beating sun.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Special thanks to my amazing editor, Emily Bestler, and my unflinching agent, Simon Lipskar, for their insight and support. To my publisher, Judith Curr, at Atria for her enthusiasm and genius, and to Sarah Branham and Laura Stern for keeping everything running on time—even me. Thanks also to Louise Burke, Lisa Keim, and the world-class team at Pocket responsible for getting my books out to the farthest corners of the earth.
I’m incredibly fortunate to have the marketing support of such creative individuals from Simon & Schuster as Kathleen Schmidt, David Brown, Christine Duplessis, and Natalie White. Also Doug Stambaugh at S&S Digital, Tom Spain at S&S Audio, and Kate-Lyall Grnat in the UK. Thank you all.
I owe a debt of gratitude to those individuals within the intelligence communities of the United States, Europe, and the Middle East who plied me with Mojitos in hopes I’d forget certain parts of our conversations and their real names. Done. Thank you for generously sharing your unique perspectives on world peace.
Thanks, finally, to the Israel Antiquities Authority, the Jordanian Waqf, and members of certain nongovernmental organizations on either side of the Temple Mount divide in Jerusalem who share a passion for the protection of the holy places.
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