The Black Circle - 39 Clues 05

by Patrick Carman

  Ian knew he hadn't fared much better, bruised and battered after an all-out rumble with the Holts."This clue hunt is stupid. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Natalie said, her voice particularly shrill in the small backseat of the busted-up Land Rover.

  The driver was on the phone trying to reach a tow company and gingerly feeling his broken nose."The big guy is quicker than he looks," said Ian, trying to lighten the mood. "I'd hate to take him on when his back is working properly."

  "Face it, Ian, we've hit bottom. They trashed the car. We're sitting on a road of peasant bones, and we're stuck in Siberia.

  It's a nightmare. I WANT TO GO HOME!"That was it.

  Ian couldn't take one more second confined in a small space with Natalie. He stepped out of the car and paced, dialing his phone.

  Five rings later, he hung up, unable to reach his father. As usual. He dialed again. This time, after three rings,

  Irina Spasky answered."I'm busy," she snapped."Our day isn't going as well as I'd expected. I hope you have better news for me."

  "Couldn't handle the Holts? Why am I not surprised?"Ian refused to be distracted by the sniping.

  He gathered himself, took a very deep breath, and put in the order."You have to get rid of them. They're working with the Holts, and I'm pretty certain they've relayed another message.

  Dan and Amy are too close."For some reason, Amy's face and her stupid stutter flashed into his mind. He paused. "Get them out of Russia."He had chosen his words carefully. It was not officially a kill order.

  And yet he knew Irina would go to any extreme to remove the risk."Agreed," Irina finally answered."Relay the details when you've accomplished your task."Irina clicked off her phone. It was done.* * *

  The one-hour flight from St. Petersburg to Moscow gave Amy and Dan the time they needed to decipher the riddle and formulate a plan.

  They were back in their disguises, and this time they decided to leave them on until they were finished exploring the Kremlin.

  It didn't seem like a good idea to visit the Russian center of power looking like two kids who'd gotten separated from their parents.Lenin,

  Amy had immediately assumed, was a reference to the Kremlin, where the preserved body of the leader of the Russian Revolution was still on display, decades after his death.

  This time, the rest of the riddle required the skills of both Dan and Amy. Amy was quick to put the first part together:

  SKP, she was sure, stood for State Kremlin Palace, a prestigious concert hall on the sprawling grounds of the Kremlin.

  Dan was first to suggest the meaning of the rest of the numbers and letters."BAL BOX4 R3 must be a row of seats. Balcony Box Four, third row, to be exact," Dan said.

  Amy nodded approvingly. "I don't always think you were switched at birth with my real brother.

  The rest of the numbers must be some sort of combination or code. I bet we can figure it out when we get there."A dash through the airport and a quick cab ride later, Dan and Amy stood squarely in front of the State Kremlin Palace, the guidebook open. They were down to a couple of hours, and a sense of heightened urgency crackled in their voices."We'll need to get to the upper section," said Amy.

  They were looking at a seating chart for the State Kremlin Palace, where Amy had circled Row 3 in one of the balcony boxes.Amy checked her watch again."Two hours and counting. I don't think we're going to make it.""We'll make it," said Dan, heading for the entrance of the looming white theater.

  There was a hallway outside the main seating area, with doors leading inside and lots of ornate artwork on the walls.

  Tourists were perusing the space, waiting for a chance to get inside and look around. The next tour didn't start for another twenty minutes."This is our chance," whispered Amy. "Come on, we'll sneak in while everyone is milling around."* * *

  Somewhere in the deep recesses of the very building in which Dan and Amy searched, a person tracked their every move.

  Very resourceful, these two, NRR thought. They might make the deadline after all.

  NRR dialed a phone and let it ring several times before the call was picked up."Is this a secure line?"

  "I will not dignify that with an answer," NRR answered."Okay, okay. Just make it quick.""I will be seeing them shortly.

  Do you still want me to go through with it?"A pause ensued on the line. NRR was used to this. The contact was a thinker who liked to weigh every option."They are extraordinary, aren't they?

  No one can say they haven't proven themselves.""They understood from the start it could not be done alone," NRR responded."And recruiting a team like the Holts?

  Simply remarkable. I didn't think it was possible.""So we go ahead, then?" asked NRR.

  "We're a go. If they make it to your desk, take them to the room. I think they're ready."

  The line went dead and NRR turned back to the bank of video screens.

  CHAPTER 12

  All the doors into the theater were locked, but it was only a few minutes before a maintenance worker emerged, pushing a garbage can on wheels.

  Dan saw the opportunity they needed and shoved Amy into the man's path. When she hit the cart, Amy caught her foot on the metal wheel and flew forward onto the marble floor."You little monster!" she said, turning beet red and forgetting for a moment that she was visiting one of the more opulent concert halls in Europe, disguised as an adult.

  When she got up, the man was wearing a cramped smile, trying not to laugh. He mumbled something in Russian that Amy felt sure meant "hopeless klutz," then wandered down the long corridor, shaking his head."Dan?"Amy looked every which way, straightening her ridiculous wig and glasses, but there was no sign of her brother.

  "Pssst. Over here," said Dan.

  Amy turned around and saw that a door to the theater was open just far enough for Dan's goatee to poke out at her."Get in here before someone sees you."Amy backed up slowly as a group of women walked past, chatting quietly in Russian.

  By the time they'd disappeared, Amy had her back against one of the two doors. Dan grabbed her by the arm and yanked her inside.

  "What's taking you so long?"Amy scowled at her brother. First he pushes me, then he pulls me. Now he gets all over my case."You're starting to annoy me," she said, gearing up for an epic brother-sister argument.

  But when she turned toward the stage, her anger melted away. Amy loved the theater almost as much as she loved books, and the State Kremlin Palace was a stunner if ever she'd seen one.

  The stage was set with blue lights shining down as night descended on the scene. There were scale model buildings and a Russian-style church deep in the background. It was breathtaking from where they stood, like a scene from a fairy tale in which Anastasia came back to life and Rasputin roamed the woods.

  Long rows of seats lined the middle of the theater, all of them empty, awaiting theatergoers who wouldn't arrive until evening.

  Dan led the way into the darkness along the back wall of the theater. "The balcony's up there, so the stairs can't be too far. This place is gigantic. It must hold at least six thousand people."They could hear a door opening as they crept onto the stairs, which were hidden behind a curtain.

  Amy put her finger to her lips, then looked back to see that a security guard had entered. And what was worse, he had a giant German shepherd on a leash.

  Dan waved Amy along and soon they were at the top of the gilded stairway, down a short hall, and standing in Balcony Box 4.

  Dan began searching for row number 3, then tried to imagine what Dl meant. He hadn't got that far in his thinking before Amy could tell he was stumped. She crouched down low, peering over the edge of the balcony.

  The dog was guiding the guard closer toward the stairs."He's coming this way!" said Amy.

  She crept over to Dan, and they both looked at the scribble of numbers and letters on the piece of paper again."There are three Ds Dl, D2, D3. Maybe they refer to doors?""Could be," said Dan. He whispered all the letters and numbers again. Sometimes it helped to say things out lo
ud. "SKP BAL BOX4 R3 Dl 45231 D2 45102 D3 NRR.""Hurry, Dan! That dog is serious business. It looks angry and hungry. You know what that means-- "

  Dan walked along Row 3 and sat down."What are you doing? This is no time to sit around! Do something!"

  "I am," said Dan. "I think I got this.""You think you got what?" Amy said nervously. She was searching on the floor for a button or a lock, anything that might get them away from the approaching guard dog.

  "Look for some dials or a hidden panel. Make yourself useful!"Dan calmly got up and sat in the next seat over, seat number 5 in the row. He'd been in seat number 4. Then he got up again and sat in seat number 2."Seriously, Dan, you've lost your marbles.""I don't think so," he whispered. "45231 might be the order in which a person has to sit in the seats in Row 3. Let me finish."He sat in seat number 3, then moved right up next to Amy.

  "If something doesn't happen when I sit down, we're in big trouble."He took a deep breath and plopped down in the seat.

  There was a soft snick behind a curtained wall at the rear of the balcony."I think you did something," whispered Amy. She could hear the German shepherd sniffing at the top of the stairs now.

  Dan and Amy moved quietly to the rear of the balcony and pulled back the red curtain. One of the panels had slid open an inch, revealing a black seam of darkness behind. "Kto tarn?"Amy nearly jumped out of the balcony at the sound of the guard's voice. He was right outside, about to enter, as Dan slid the panel open just enough to glide through.

  Amy followed and the curtain dropped. She slid the panel shut.The German shepherd whined and sniffed, searching everything in the balcony, including the curtain. But the dog didn't find anything. Dan and Amy had vanished.* * *

  "I guess we follow the lights," said Amy.

  They were in a long, narrow corridor with runway lights embedded in the center of the floor.

  The walls and ceiling were black, so that it felt like walking in the midnight sky along a line of stars. They snaked back and forth for fifty feet and came to the end."Looks like an elevator," said Dan. "D2 -- door number two."Amy nodded her agreement in the darkness.

  A row of five elevator buttons, each round and circled in red, glowed softly against the black wall.

  "Remember the order?" asked Amy. Dan stepped up to the bank of buttons and began pushing them one at a time.

  First the 4, then the 5, then the 1, 0, and 2.127The doors opened with surprising speed and Dan jumped back, accidentally clocking Amy in the arm with his elbow. The entire back wall of the elevator was covered with a giant portrait of the Kabra family. Ian looked particularly smug."They really think a lot of themselves, don't they?" said Dan."You said it," agreed Amy.

  They glanced at each other, and Dan could see that Amy's hands were trembling again. She had a lot on her plate, being the older of the two, always having to be the responsible one.

  Dan felt an unexpected twinge of guilt. "We're doing okay, you know," he said.

  Amy started to smile, but just then the elevator began to plummet. She grabbed a rail and held on for dear life. Dan wasn't so lucky. He rolled around on the floor of the elevator until it came to an abrupt stop, the doors opening once more.

  'I’m starting to think this place is haunted," said Dan. There was something about being way underground that scared Dan, like he was trapped in a mine shaft and the air was running out.

  "How far below-ground do you think we are?"Amy didn't answer. Her eyes were locked on the monstrous Gothic door that stood twenty feet in front of them down a cavelike passageway."This is so Dungeons and Dragons," said Dan."It's D3, the last door. Dan, I think we found him. We found NRR."

  "We've discovered a lot more than that. I think we just found some sort of old stronghold."Amy walked out of the elevator and Dan followed until they stood before a door of iron and wood with an ancient set of dials set into its surface. There was only one problem.

  The writing on the dials was in Russian."Give me the guidebook," said Amy. Dan unzipped the backpack and handed the book to Amy.

  She thumbed through the pages, trying to remember...."Here! This is it. It's zero to ten written out in Russian and English."Dan leaned over and glanced at the page. The passage was dimly lit at best, but he could see the strange Russian letters."Are we sure about this?" asked Dan.

  Everything about their Russian journey had smelled like a trap, and now they'd entered some sort of secret lair from which they might not be able to escape. But none of that mattered to Amy, and she was pretty sure it didn't matter to Dan, either. Come alone, as your parents did.

  The words thrummed in her mind, driving her forward."What if Mom and Dad were here?" she whispered. "They could have stood right here, trying to figure this out. It's like they're calling us."Dan nodded."That's exactly how I feel," he said. "You want to do the honors?" asked Amy.

  "You bet I do," said Dan. He scanned the list for a few seconds and went to work on the dials."Four ... Five ... One ... Zero ... Two."When the last dial was turned, the lock clicked open and the door slid back on its hinges with a grinding sound of old metal. A female voice echoed quietly from behind the door

  Come in. I have been expecting you."

  CHAPTER 13

  "This place gives me the serious creeps," Dan whispered."You're not k-k-kidding," stammered Amy. No one was waiting for them. They'd entered a small, round room with an elaborate painting that covered all the walls and the domed ceiling. There were no doors except the one that had closed behind them."Where'd she go?" asked Dan. "And how the heck are we getting out of here?"

  Amy shrugged her shoulders nervously, gazing at the intricately painted walls around her."It looks like something Michelangelo would have done.""Hey!" said Dan. "I know some of these people.

  That's Ben Franklin!"Sure enough, the bespectacled figure was towering over their heads, holding the string for a kite and smiling into the sky."And I'm pretty sure that's Napoleon. He's definitely small enough," said Amy.

  "That's gotta be Churchill," said Dan, spying a round man making the V sign."Dan," said Amy, her eyes huge in her face. "They're all Lucians. Every one of them."Dan's stomach sank. It could only mean one thing. "We're in a Lucian stronghold," he whispered."Bad," said Amy. "Very bad! Let's get out of here!"She ran her hands frantically over the great surface of the door, searching for a latch or a dial that would set them free.

  "Come on, Dan!"There was a fast sliding sound from one of the walls, and Dan turned around to see that a panel on the far wall had opened.

  The painted form of Sir Isaac Newton stood next to the door and seemed to beckon them forward.

  The voice returned, confident and smooth as silk."There is no need to be afraid. Follow the lights.

  Quickly now, before you're caught!"A runway of lights directed them down an endless hall, just as they had upstairs. These lights were orange, not white as the others had been, and they seemed to go on forever.

  "Follow the lights until you reach the twelfth door on the left. And hurry! These halls never stay empty for long.""The voice must be coming from a speaker in this room," said Amy. "She's not in here."

  Dan and Amy took one last look at each other and nodded. They had no choice. Not two steps in, the panel slid shut and it was more dark than light."How many doors is that?" said Dan, trying to figure out just how imprisoned they'd become.

  "We're never getting out of here."They counted the doors until at last they came to the twelfth. They stood for a long, silent moment.

  A door opened somewhere in the distance and they stood perfectly still.

  Dan turned his head and saw a figure seven or eight doors back walking away. The panel opened just long enough for the person to slip through and then it closed again."An agent of some k-k-kind, no doubt," whispered Amy."Let's do this," said Dan.

  He lifted his hand to the knob, then hesitated."Are you absolutely sure we went twelve doors on the left side?" asked Dan.

  "It would be a real bummer if we were knocking on the wrong door."The last thing Dan w
anted to do was barge in on a meeting between dark-suited secret agents.

  Amy hesitated. Dan could tell she wanted to go back and recount, just to be sure, but the panel at the far end of the hall opened again.

  Dan turned the knob and the two of them darted inside the room, slamming the door behind them.* * *

  They were in what appeared to be a rather run-of-the mill office. There was a big oak desk, a rug over a wooden floor, and a freestanding globe of the world. A long white coat hung on an equally white coatrack, and the Lucian crest filled one entire wall. The only thing at all remarkable about the room was the person sitting behind the desk.

  She wore a suit of white, which was all the more striking against her black hair. And she was, in a word, ageless.

  Dan couldn't have said whether she was forty or sixty, for there was something very old about her eyes, and yet her face was unlined. She was beautiful in a classic Russian way. Amy stared at her as if the woman were a queen.

  "You do make things interesting. I like that about you. Please, come, sit down," the woman said.

  There were two chairs before her desk, and Dan and Amy promptly did what they were told."You may dispense with the disguises.

  They do you no good here."Dan had set the backpack on the floor. He was happy to tear the mustache and goatee off his face and drop them in the backpack, glancing at his watch as he did. We made it! he thought.

  Only minutes to spare, but Amy and I did it!Amy's hair tumbled down as she took off the black wig and dropped it in the backpack.

  "You're very pretty, young lady," said the woman in white.

  "I hope Grace was kind enough to tell you that when she was alive.""You knew Grace?"The woman nodded, her eyes brimming with secrets."You might say our families go way back. I never met Grace Cahill personally. My mother did. They were both remarkable women -- my mother and your grandmother. Remarkable women have a way of finding one another."I hope this remarkable woman doesn't kill us, thought Dan.

  Amy seemed to have no reservations. Her cheeks turned pink and she asked, "Are you the grand duchess Anastasia?"The moment Amy said the words, NRR burst out laughing.