The Depths

by Nick Thacker

  They made it to the cave opening and stepped inside. It was similarly dark and as cramped as the tunnel they’d entered and exited in the housing district, and they knew from the map that these openings were part of the cave system. The smell of magnesium and a recent explosion filled their nostrils, but there were no fires burning.

  But they hadn’t been inside this part of it, and they all wondered if, by entering, they were putting themselves—literally—between a rock and a hard place.

  Chapter 28

  “REESE, WILL YOU PLEASE TALK to me?”

  The woman had been pleading with him for an hour. He had barely spoken, but she wouldn’t let him be.

  Reese was still in the room, still sitting on the bed. He’d realized after almost a day that this was, essentially, a jail cell. But they hadn’t hurt him. The woman—Sylvia, she’d said—just kept coming in every few hours, sometimes giving him food, and always trying to get him to talk more.

  “Can you tell me about your dad?”

  He didn’t want to talk to her or anyone. He’d cried, and now he felt like he couldn’t cry anymore. He still missed his family, of course, but he was smart enough to realize that they weren’t trying to hurt him.They just needed him for something.

  “What does your dad do for a living, Reese?”

  She already knew the answer. He was sure of it. That was just it. She was treating him like he was a child. He was twelve.

  She obviously had no idea how to talk to kids, and so she took the approach of trying to trick him into thinking she was gentle, on his side.

  He wasn’t an idiot.

  He’d answered a few questions Sylvia asked him during the three previous visits, but he mainly just stared up at the ceiling until she left him alone.

  Something about it all was weird, though. He’d seen some movies and TV shows and knew how people in this role were usually treated. He knew they were kept somewhere no one could find them until the people got what they wanted, and he knew they would quickly lose patience.

  Maybe it was because this wasn’t a movie, but Sylvia hadn’t lost her patience yet. She just kept going on and on in that high-pitched annoying voice, and when she finally would realize that he didn’t want to talk to her, she’d just sit there for a few minutes and then leave.

  It was almost humorous to him. The lady wasn’t very good at this prisoner stuff.

  He was getting annoyed with her and her voice and her constant questions. He wanted her to leave. He wanted to see his mom.

  “Sylvia,” he said. He glanced over quickly to see the reaction on her face. It was first time he’d used her name, and the first time he’d addressed her directly rather than just answer her question. He thought her eyes were going to fall out of her head they were so big. “Why am I here?”

  She shifted in the chair, but didn’t answer.

  “Why did you take me?”

  “Now, Reese, I didn’t take—”

  “I know. But you haven’t let me leave. So you basically took me,” he said.

  “No, I just want to help you.”

  “Then let me leave.” He considered getting up and walking to the locked door. What would she do? Did she even know what she’d do?

  He decided to wait. “Sylvia, how come you won’t let me leave? Is someone telling you what to do?”

  He watched her face. Her expression hardened just barely, then slackened again. “No,” she said. He waited for her to speak again to explain more, but she asked another question instead.

  “Reese, I do want to help you, but you need to help me. What does your dad do? Where does he work? Do you know?”

  Again, treating him like a child. “Yes, I know. You know too.”

  She nodded. “Can you tell me about what he does?”

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you won’t tell me why I’m here.”

  “Do you remember what happened…when they took you?”

  Good. She was talking now, telling him things instead of just asking stupid questions.

  “Yes. They came and took me from my dad’s apartment. They broke a lot of stuff, but it was just a show. They didn’t hit me or anything, just told me to get in the car with them.”

  He looked again at Sylvia. Did she not know this?

  “And then what happened?”

  “I—I fell asleep. I guess they gave me drugs or something, but I woke up here. Why?”

  “Reese, I just want—“

  “To help me,” Reese said, curtly.

  “Right. To help you.”

  “Okay, help me. I answer your questions, and you help me? Is that how it works?”

  “Yes. Exactly, Reese.”

  “You’ll let me go then? Will you find my mom and bring her?” He thought for a moment, realizing something. “Where’s my dad? Did they hurt him?”

  “Mark, your father is fine. Your mother is as well.”

  “So you do know who he is. Where is he?”

  Sylvia stood up. I guess the conversation’s over, he thought. So much for that.

  “Do you know where he is?”

  “No.”

  “Do you know someone who does know?”

  “No.”

  He began to feel frustrated. He choked back more tears, knowing that she was lying to him.

  “Please, why can’t you tell me anything? I’ve been good. I’ve answered your questions,” he said, his voice getting shaky.

  Sylvia walked toward the door. “I’m sorry, Reese. I want to help you, I really do. But I have no control. I don’t make the decisions. I don’t know where your father—”

  “Stop lying to me!” his voice came louder than he’d expected. He burst into tears, and he curled up on the bed. He waited, crying, but the door never opened.

  Slowly, he turned around and saw Sylvia looking directly at him.

  “Reese, if you promise not to tell, I can see where your father is.”

  He waited.

  “I can tell him you miss him.”

  “You don’t know where he is,” Reese said.

  She sighed. “I do. I’m sorry.”

  Finally, she turned and walked toward the door. She knocked on it, and it opened from the outside. She briskly stepped through, but turned back toward him. “I know where he is because I just saw him. He’s here, Reese, and I’ll tell him you miss him.”

  Chapter 29

  THEY JOGGED IN SILENCE FOR a few minutes, their way lit by Nelson’s powerful flashlight beam sweeping left to right in steady rhythm. They passed yard after yard of flat, ocean-formed wall, each step looking exactly like the last.

  From the map, Jen remembered that this tunnel system had just three sections—the openings on Level Four in the housing district and behind the silos, and a split that descended and emptied onto a lower level. She couldn’t remember seeing any indication of whether or not the tunnel was just these three main stretches, or if there were other, smaller, dead-end tunnels that split off from the mains. It could be that the map’s creator was trying to simplify things, but since it was meant for use inside a research station full of scientists, she could imagine that everything identified on the map was precise and to scale.

  Either way, they hadn’t seen a single fork or offshoot of the tunnel in the few minutes they’d been running. Their path was descending, slowly falling deeper into the crust from which the tunnel was formed. Nelson and Dr. Pavan were sharing the burden of Carter’s weight between them, though he had all but began jogging on his own. He had, through short, stuttered speech between breaths, quickly explained what had happened back at the silos. Shortly after Saunders and Erik left them, he and Mark were ambushed by the Russian soldiers.

  He was knocked out, but he saw one of the soldiers talking to Mark before he drifted away completely. When he woke up, he was bleeding, his head was throbbing in pain, and Jen was there with Nelson and Dr. Pavan.

  Not much to go on, but it was better than nothing. Mark’s not dead, Jen
thought again, trying to convince herself. If we can find Saunders and Erik, we can regroup and figure things out from a lower level. If Saunders and Erik are still alive… She remembered the explosion they’d heard from this opening in the cave.

  She knew the answers must lie here in the station. Why was there so much mystery surrounding this place, and why was Nouvelle Terre caught up in it? Why were they being hunted? And, of course, the question that started it all: What is Nouvelle Terre looking for, and why do they need me?

  The questions burned through her mind, though each was similarly impossible to answer. A lifetime of thinking scientifically forced her to race through hypotheses and not settle for any without further evidence. It all gave her a headache.

  The path cut to the left, traveling away from the circular research station, and cut deeper still. They slowed, and Carter spoke from behind her.

  “Who were those people behind us?”

  They hadn’t talked again about the scientists since they found Carter at the silos, but Nelson responded immediately. “Bunch of crazies, boss. Just following us in that cluster. Probably still are.”

  “We are not sure, Corporal,” Dr. Pavan added. “Most were wearing lab coats, and I guess they fit the stereotype of ‘scientist.’”

  “They did seem rather curious,” Nelson said.

  “But they didn’t overtake us,” Carter said. “Why?”

  “No idea. They wouldn’t get any closer to us than about thirty feet, except for that one guy. They seemed interested but not hostile,” Nelson said.

  Yet, Jen thought. She thought it would be a good time as any to let the others know what she was really thinking. “I think they were the group that attacked Dr. Richards,” she said.

  She stopped, catching her breath, and turned around. The three men behind her stopped in unison, and each stared blankly at her.

  “You saw them, Doctor,” she said to Dr. Pavan, “and you and I both know they weren’t normal individuals. They were a herd, traveling together, but they weren’t communicating. They weren’t hunting us. They were analyzing us.”

  “Analyzing us?” Nelson said.

  “Trying to figure out who we were. But I think the man coming toward us figured it out. He wasn’t too happy with us, and I’d bet he wanted to do something about it.”

  “Like scratch us to death?”

  “Like scratch us to death.”

  Carter was functioning properly now, standing erect in between the two other men. He eyed Jen curiously, his mind clearly racing through the strategic consequences. “Jen, do you think this can be proven?”

  “Not right now. At least not without more observation. But I do know that we’ve got no other leads. Nothing else to go on.”

  Dr. Pavan stepped toward Jen. “I agree. There’s not much else in the way of evidence to support an alternative theory. It might be in our best interest to assume, from here forward, that these…people…are predatory.”

  “Great,” Nelson said. “Now we’ve got a bunch of Russian mercenaries trying to shoot us and a group of genius serial killers chasing us through caves. Wonderful. Anything else you can think of that’ll make this trip even worse?”

  “Yeah. I still don’t even know what we’re doing here. What I’m supposed to be looking for,” Jen said.

  Nelson nodded. “You’re right. That did make it worse.”

  “It doesn’t matter. The more we explore, the more likely we’ll be able to piece this thing together. Let’s keep moving, get down to the lower levels, and see if there’s anything useful in the geothermal station down there,” Carter said.

  Jen liked Carter’s dogged determination; he was always willing to work with what they had, no matter how little they had. He was a man of few words, stoic and solid. He was a realist, another thing Jen appreciated. No hyperbole, no optimism or pessimism. Just straight-up truth, with an acknowledgement of their current situation at all times.

  “Hey,” Nelson said, “what happened to Bingham?”

  The question hung in the air a moment.

  Jen thought a moment, wondering about the last time she’d seen him. He wasn’t with them when they’d heard the screams from Lindsay, and they hadn’t seen him since.

  “I’ve been wondering that myself,” Dr. Pavan said. “I’d assumed he wandered off the night we found Lindsay. Didn’t think much of it, really.”

  “Same here,” Nelson said, “I just think it’s a little odd that we haven’t bumped into him again.”

  “What do you mean?” Carter asked, trying to get more from his team member.

  “Well, I mean, he just came out of nowhere the first time around, you know? He ran up to us out there in the field, and he basically hovered for the rest of the day. Weird guy, but he almost seemed to enjoy the company.”

  True, Jen thought. She was struck by a startling revelation. “I wonder if those people following us earlier really were scientists,” she said. “They were wearing lab coats, and a few fit the bill, but Bingham said he was the last of the twelve researchers down here.”

  “What are you getting at?”

  “Don’t you think Bingham’s mannerisms fit with theirs? Don’t you think they were acting strange, but in the same way Bingham was? What if the original twelve didn’t leave. What if Bingham is just one of them, and they’re all still here?”

  “Doing what, exactly?” Dr. Pavan asked. His voice sounded skeptical, but Jen could tell from the man’s look that he had considered this option as well.

  “Who knows? There’s obviously more questions than answers at this point, but let’s assume they are. Bingham and the others were left here, and that means something major happened. The second submarine didn’t leave with them after all, but it’s clearly no longer here.”

  Nelson’s eyebrows arched.

  “What if the submarine was destroyed, sabotaged, or even simply launched empty? Those scientists would have been stranded here for decades, completely isolated and alone.”

  “Yes,” Dr. Pavan conceded, “but that alone wouldn’t account for their odd behavior. If Bingham was completely alone, however, that indeed could account for the psychosis that we’ve experienced in him.”

  Jen knew he was right, but it helped to hear it confirmed. Bingham’s solitude here for decades made sense; twelve scientists and researchers living here—even detached from the outside world—suffering from those same symptoms made much less sense.

  “Okay, well, it seems like we’re back at square one,” Carter said, stepping forward. “We can’t figure this out here, so let’s keep moving.” He started walking, and Jen and the others followed closely behind.

  “On Level Four, we found a small communications room that seemed to point to the lower levels as housing the geothermal power station itself. Erik seemed to know what he was talking about with it, too, and he thinks there’s a little more to it than just providing power to this station.”

  “Let’s head to Level Nine: Rue Verte and work our way down. I think I remember seeing that one of them was labeled recreation, but all five of those lower levels are worth searching.”

  They rounded a bend in the cave system, and Jen thought about Carter’s statement. Was there something more to this base than what they’d been told? Who knew the answer to that question? She knew she was in over her head, but there was no going back. Her son’s—and now her husband’s—life depended on it.

  Jen still had no leads toward solving the mystery Nouvelle Terre wanted from her to decipher. She didn’t know why she was the one targeted by them or how she could possibly help anyone figure it out.

  Chapter 30

  THE WALK SEEMED LIKE AN eternity. Jen could feel her calves aching; her feet had long ago become numb. They must have been as deep into the cave system as possible, and they still hadn’t come to a branch in the tunnel that would take them downward to the lower levels.

  She couldn’t imagine that this tunnel was a viable thoroughfare between the upper and lower levels. They
’d passed stairs when they first entered Level Four; Jen assumed that must have been the main method of travel between the research station’s levels.

  She wondered if Carter was getting tired. He was still leading the way, his flashlight bouncing across the dark path as they descended. They hadn’t stopped for a break, but they were walking slowly enough that Jen thought a break might be the last thing on Carter’s mind. She’d tried to start a conversation with the man about ten minutes ago, but he was equally as quiet as he was determined to persevere through the cave.

  Nelson, on the other hand, wouldn’t shut up. The soldier had given Jen a complete rundown of his life: born outside of Glasgow, raised in London, and educated in Germany. He joined the British Royal Marines as soon as he was of age, and he’d served with Carter for the past five years.

  He had an annoying voice, sharp and unpolished, yet she couldn’t help but like him. He was honest, straightforward, and spoke his mind, and Jen appreciated having someone fill the time with. “Nelson,” she’d asked, “how did you get your nickname?”

  “Oh, you mean Hog, yeah?” he said. He took a deep breath. “No idea, actually. Couldn’t be my weight, obviously. They’ve been trying to fatten me up since basic, but nothing ever stuck. I guess it was the unit before. They—”

  “It’s his nose,” Carter interjected. “And it was Saunders. She started it.”

  “What? No it wasn’t,” Nelson said. “She never…what do you mean my nose?”

  Jen laughed. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a nice nose.”

  “I don’t get it. Is it odd? I ain’t the only one around with a queer nose…”

  They let him continue for a minute until he had worked himself up into a frenzy. He finally stopped talking, grunted, and walked on in silence, frowning.

  “Did you hear that?” Dr. Pavan whispered.

  Carter had stopped walking, and he nodded, still facing forward. Jen and the other two men caught up and they all paused, listening.

  “I didn’t hear anything,” Jen said.