The Betrayed Series: Ultimate Omnibus Collection

by Carolyn McCray

  Then a giant chunk of ceiling broke off above them, plummeting into the river, sending a second even larger swell of water at them. Bunny was lifted from the hood and dragged out and over the SUV. Davidson gripped as tightly as he could, but her slick fingers slid millimeter by millimeter.

  He looked into her eyes as calm certainty replaced terror.

  “I can’t swim,” was the only thing she said he lost his grip and she spun away, out of sight.

  * * *

  “Don’t!” Brandt yelled, shredding his intercostal muscles on the right side. And for what? Davidson was already in the water, clothes, boots, and all.

  “We’ll take care of Puppy Love later,” Lopez said as he grabbed hold of Brandt’s arm. “But let’s get you out of harm’s way first.”

  “No,” Brandt struggled to say, but the overwhelming nausea came out of nowhere, knocking the breath from him. It took everything he had not to retch right there.

  Once on the roof of the car, Rebecca knelt beside him. “Can’t we give him something for the pain?”

  Brandt shook his head, but Lopez shrugged off his pack, digging around for the right syringe. “I’m good,” Brandt insisted, but no one looked like they believed him.

  “Great, so fight me off,” Lopez said as he rolled up Brandt’s sleeve. Of course he couldn’t fight the corporal off, so Lopez jammed the needle into his arm, pumping him full of morphine.

  “Whoa!” yelled Harvish as the SUV rocked under them.

  Fairly quickly the vehicle settled back onto its tires. No one was fooled though. Give those huge leaks above them a few more minutes and not just surges of water would lift them. Soon the river flowing around them would be high enough to unmoor the SUV and they’d be nothing more than a steel log on a wild set of rapids.

  Then of course the inevitable when there was no more room for the water.

  When the cavern was full. What then?

  “Don’t be such a downer,” Rebecca said next to him.

  “What?” Brandt asked, not sure if the morphine had kicked in, making him talk in his sleep.

  “I know that set to your lips,” Rebecca answered. “You are walking the situation forward to the worst possible scenario.”

  Harvish scoffed next to them. “Yeah, he wouldn’t have to go too far to find that one.”

  Rebecca smiled though. “But just think of how many times you’ve thought about that worst possible scenario…”

  “And it turned out to be worse than that?” Brandt answered.

  “No,” she laughed. Not a hysterical laugh. Not a scared-out-of-her-mind laugh, but a genuine laugh. “Okay, maybe yes, but out of all those worst cases you always figured out a way out.” Rebecca took his hand. “I trust you’ll find us a way out.”

  Brandt couldn’t think of anything except for the fact he’d married the wrong woman.

  * * *

  Aunush let the water pour down upon her. Beat upon her skin. If the fire did not kill them all, the water ultimately would. The sniper grabbed for her hand as a wave nearly carried her off.

  Their eyes met. Her intent had been to die here, to stay with the tablets, yet it felt as if God was pushing them toward home instead of calling them home. She didn’t fight when the sniper angled them toward the crevice that separated the two caverns.

  It was hard to tell if tears or salt water streaked down her cheeks. The water sloshed up the sides of the cavern walls, carrying her and the rest of her soaked team away from Gomorrah. Rapidly the gap in the stone approached. If they could somehow get through that opening, they might have a chance at surviving their own suicide mission.

  Her shoulder hit hard against the cavern wall as the water gained speed, hurling them toward the gap. She didn’t complain though. How could she when she could feel God’s hand upon their back?

  As they sped toward the gap, the crack above them widened, sending debris falling. The sniper grabbed her arm and jerked her clear of a huge boulder. Nannan had not been so lucky. His scream was doused by the roaring water. His leg pinned, the Watcher reached a bloody hand out to her.

  God had made his choice though. Who was she to countermand it?

  Just as a set of boulders blocked the passage out, the remainder of her team slipped through the gap and stumbled into Sodom.

  The crack they had created in Gomorrah extended into this section of the cavern. And while Sodom was not positioned under the Dead Sea, that crack wicked water along the ceiling. The dangling city was dissolving. But Sodom refused to go as quietly as Gomorrah. Towers broke off, crashing to the floor.

  It was like a stalactite attack. They ran, dodging the very sharp and very heavy salt missiles. One of the men cried out, his arms up. But nothing short of a concrete bunker could save him from the ornate stalactite that slammed into him. The water turned red as it churned around the pile that used to be a man.

  God did always have a magnificent way of weeding out the weak.

  * * *

  Davidson let the current take him. The river wound around buildings, making its way to the cavern wall that separated Sodom from Gomorrah. If he didn’t catch up to Bunny by then, the girl didn’t have a chance.

  There! A splash followed by a sputtering cough. Bunny flailed against the water, churning, kicking, fighting for her life. Davidson kicked harder, angling toward Bunny. She hit the corner of a building and disappeared. He waited a heartbeat for her to resurface, but she didn’t. Gulping a breath, Davidson dove under the water. Between the high salt content and the speed of the water it was a blurry mess. He might never have found her if a small flame of magnesium hadn’t fallen in the river, illuminating the tubid waters.

  It’s flickering light bobbed in the river’s flow.

  He found Bunny still flailing. Davidson tried to gently guide her to the surface, but panic had set in and she fought even him. Not knowing what else to do, Davidson grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to his hip, his bad hip. Pushing off against a wall that disintegrated under the pressure, he strove for the surface.

  As they broke the surface Bunny gasped for air, starting the flailing all over again.

  “Stop,” Davidson yelled, but she either didn’t hear him or didn’t care. “Bunny!” He pulled her closer. “Just stop.”

  Some dim awareness must have penetrated her panic as the woman slowed her movements.

  “Completely stop,” Davidson encouraged.

  Bunny swallowed hard, but still near panting she stopped her struggle.

  “It’s hypersalinated,” Davidson explained as they drifted peacefully. “You just float.”

  Bunny’s eyes dilated and then constricted back down. “You have got to be kidding me!”

  “No. You can only drown if you fight it.”

  Davidson was ready for a number of reactions, however Bunny wrapped her arms around his neck and then snuggling her head against his collarbone was not one of them.

  It was almost idyllic except the river began speeding up, heading toward that rift. Water splashed and churned. If they didn’t make it through just so, they would be smashed against the walls. And the closer they got, the more violent the passage appeared. Then he saw why. One of the boulders from the ceiling had fallen near the passage. What used to be an exit that could fit a car had been narrowed to what looked like a stick figure would have a hard time getting through.

  Several bodies floating in the water confirmed Davidson’s worst fear.

  “Just float, huh?” Bunny asked as she removed her head from his shoulder.

  Davidson tried to maneuver so that he went through first. If anything he should be able to make sure she got through alive. Then of course she would have to make it all the way through the Sodom cavern, fight her way through the small hole in the wall, now well below water level, get into the outpost before it too was underwater, and then make her way across the Jordan desert by herself to civilization.

  None of that sounded very likely, but hey, what could you do?

  “We’ve
got to work together to try and go upstream.” Davidson clarified, “I’m going to do most of the kicking, but I need you to—”

  “Or you could just catch a ride,” a voice called out from behind him. Davidson swiveled to find the SUV had come up alongside them. Lopez and Harvish were using part of the fenders as paddles while Talli used the other as a rudder. “On the LHT-SUV gondola service.”

  Talli turned the SUV so that it blocked the passage. “Hop aboard.”

  * * *

  Rebecca helped Bunny onto the SUV’s roof, although she noticed that Davidson didn’t take his hand off of her the whole time. Nothing like a little death-defying experience to bond you. Rebecca should know. Hopefully their bond held up better than hers and Brandt’s.

  “So do we have a plan?” Davidson asked, whipping the water off his face.

  “Yeah,” Rebecca said, not able to keep the trepidation out of her voice.

  Lopez though had no such trouble. “Brandt came up with a plan and it is legendary!”

  As Lopez detailed Brandt’s plan, Rebecca became less and less certain of it.

  “That isn’t a plan,” Davidson said. “It’s a suicide mission.”

  “I know, right?” Lopez said. “We really need to give morphine to Brandt more often.”

  Rebecca wasn’t so sure of that. At the least the drug had forced him to rest, but his breaths were shallow and the cast of his skin had grayed. She’d seen it before and had sworn to never see it again.

  “Do we even have enough C-4 to pull this off?” Davidson asked.

  Lopez handed the private his sniper rifle. “Depends on if you make the shot on the first try.” Rebecca watched Davidson visibly sag. Lopez though smacked the younger man in the arm. “Come on, dude, you missing the mark isn’t even part of our worst-case scenario calculations.”

  Davidson accepted the rifle and then glanced down to the ropes secured to the car doors. “What are those for?”

  “Oh those?” Lopez said. “Those are part of our worst-case scenario.”

  * * *

  Brandt startled awake feeling as if he was lying under a wide-open faucet. Then he realized that he was. A briny faucet. In a cavern. Where they were all about to either be drowned or crushed. That faucet.

  Water dripped from his face, ears, clothes. There wasn’t a single square inch that wasn’t saturated through and through. He looked to Rebecca as water streamed down her soaked hair, creating its own mini-waterfall. She wasn’t looking at him though. Instead she was watching Davidson as he set up his shot.

  Right. Rescue attempt still in progress. Got it.

  The end of the grappling hook, smeared in C-4, protruded out the M4 rifle. It was an outright insane plan. Really it should have by all rights come from Lopez, but they were desperate enough that Brandt’s mind had gone to extreme solutions. Besides, he had to live up to Rebecca’s confidence even if it was the last thing he ever did. Which, with this plan, was the most likely result.

  “Um, Davidson,” Lopez said. “You going to take the shot or wait until we can just hook that thing up there ourselves?”

  Brandt looked to the side of the SUV. He could only see water. No buildings. No salt. No Gomorrah. They floated on an underground lake. A lake with about a half dozen raging waterfalls. And the white magnesium fire? It still raged across the ceiling crackling and sparking. The sound reverberated through the cavern, making it nearly impossible to hear your own thoughts let alone anything else.

  “Do it,” Brandt ordered.

  Davidson swallowed, then tightened his grip on the rifle, pushing it hard against his shoulder. Brandt watched the younger man settle into his shot. Even with the road map of scars across his face, you could see the determination etched into his features. You could feel the shot building within the man. The mark of a great shooter. He was envisioning exactly where he wanted the hook to go. He could see the successful hit. Even if no one else could, he could.

  Even before Davidson fired, Brandt knew the grappling hook would hit exactly where they needed. Davidson’s posture was just that certain.

  And sure enough, when Davidson pulled the trigger, the grappling hook zipped through the air, passing through water and fire and hitting its mark like the center of a bull’s-eye.

  Okay, the easy part was done.

  On to the insane part.

  * * *

  “Can I just say one last time how much I love this plan?” Lopez said, winking at Rebecca as he secured the rope around her waist.

  “You mean before we all get killed,” she clarified. The corporal really was way too excited by all of this. “Weirdo.”

  “Yep,” he said, winking again, and then his face sobered. “If he passes out again, you may have to pull his line for him.”

  “‘He’ is sitting right here,” Brandt guffed.

  “Sarge, that would be ‘lying’ right here, and we’ve got to be prepared if you decide to take another nap.”

  Rebecca put a hand on Brandt’s knee and gave it a squeeze. He really shouldn’t be wasting energy trying to be all tough. Plus Lopez was being kind. Brandt hadn’t taken a “nap,” he’d lapsed into unconsciousness. They couldn’t rouse him. She had to stuff down the memory of having to check his pulse to be sure he was still alive.

  Lopez rose and spoke to the entire group. “Once we break through the ceiling and head up, we don’t know exactly what to expect. We could be facing a thousand feet of Dead Sea overhead or only the average depth of four hundred feet.” He checked Bunny and Davidson’s lines, then Talli’s, then Harvish’s. “What we do know is that we are going to ride the SUV as far up as we can, then cut the line and strike for the surface. How much swimming we may have to do is a big fat question mark, so be sure to take in plenty of oxygen before we launch.”

  Unlike the rest of them, Lopez only wrapped the rope around his wrist. This plan required him to be mobile. Which of course Lopez would have insisted upon even if the plan didn’t.

  Lopez picked up his fender/paddle and guided the SUV outside the blast area. He hit the detonator, and yet another huge chunk of ceiling came down. But would it be enough? It was going to have to be as Lopez draped a large tarp over them all.

  “Everybody, oxygen-up!”

  Taking deep breaths, Rebecca watched as Lopez guided the SUV under the downpour. The water from the newest hole hit them with such force that it actually shoved the SUV a foot farther down into the water. If they didn’t get going they’d go down with the vehicle as water lapped at the SUV’s roof.

  “Three,” Lopez announced. “Two. Screw it!”

  He hit the second detonator, the one that exploded the six huge directional C-4 charges placed on the undercarriage of the SUV. One moment they were floating on the lake, and in another gut-wrenching moment they were being hurled upward.

  The metal vibrated in loud protest just as Brandt’s hand went limp.

  * * *

  Davidson held Bunny close as they hit the wildfire. The tarp overhead lit up with flame, but Lopez was there to cut the tarp loose before any of the magnesium could touch them. Then they were within the heart of the breach.

  He tucked Bunny’s head close as he took his last breath for who knew how long. Water surged around them. Not water from the Dead Sea, but actually the Dead Sea itself as the controlled explosion propelled them upward through the water toward the moonlight.

  Then they broke the surface. What?

  They shouldn’t have broken the surface yet. Bunny gasped next to him as the SUV vaulted up into the sky. Without the resistance of the water, they overshot the surface, by a lot, a lot.

  “Hang tight!” Lopez yelled.

  If it weren’t so wrong their flight would have been beautiful. It felt like they were on a ship to the moon. And Lopez was their gondolier, standing tall, the moonlight framing his shoulders. Davidson tried to memorize each and every sight since if they survived Lopez was going to want an exact recounting of how awesome he looked.

  As their velocity
slowed, the sensation of weightlessness took over. Thank goodness for the ropes, otherwise he feared they would have been flung into the night.

  Then they would fell back to the water. The density of the salt would break their fall. The SUV would absorb most of the impact. This could still work.

  That was until Lopez stumbled and righted himself, but then he stumbled again.

  Davidson realized why.

  The SUV was tipping. Tipping over.

  * * *

  Brandt snapped awake as Lopez scrambled to get to the other side of the SUV to balance it out, but he was too late. In a sweeping motion, the SUV flipped over, hurtling back down toward the Dead Sea with them on the wrong side of the equation. If they landed like this, they’d be crushed between the SUV and the water.

  Lopez dangled from his rope, swinging back and forth like a circus performer.

  “Cut loose!” Brandt yelled through the tumult of noise.

  Almost reluctantly Lopez swung farther out and let go, straightening his body, getting ready for impact with the water.

  “Everyone!” Brandt yelled, but the others were already all over it. All except him. Between the shock and the morphine, his fingers just couldn’t get the right end of the slipknot. Then Rebecca’s fingers were there.

  Even she had a hard time though, especially trying to keep the pack with the tablets on her arm. He could see her make the decision.

  “Don’t!” Brandt begged, but with a smile she dropped the backpack into the rift and then wrapped her rope around him. Brandt watched the backpack disappear down into the cavern as Rebecca shoved hard off the SUV before tugging them both loose. Arm in arm they sailed through the air in free fall. The wind whistled around them as they dove, together, toward the dark blue sea. All in all not a bad way to go.

  Craning his neck he watched Lopez hit feet first, and then the corporal disappeared beneath the surface. The others slammed into the water. The impact jarred Brandt’s already trashed bones. He gathered his remaining strength to pull Rebecca close and roll them out of the way as the SUV crashed right beside them, missing them by inches.

  The waters roiled around them, making it hard to tell which way was the surface. Pushing off against the SUV, he sent them moving, but whether it was the right direction or not Brandt had no good idea.