The Atlantis Trilogy Box Set- The Complete Series

by A. G. Riddle

  “I’m too nervous to sleep,” Paul said.

  “Me too.”

  “For some reason, I don’t want to shower either.”

  “Same here,” Mary replied.

  “Why is that? I have to think it’s the fear of being in the shower the moment the invasion happens, when the shooting starts. Maybe it’s the being naked part. Like you don’t want to get shot when you’re naked.”

  “Yep. Definitely the naked part.”

  “And the guilt. You know, after it’s all over, if aliens get here, you don’t want them entering it in the log:” Paul changed his voice to sound more like a computer, “this little human was butt-naked when his world fell. He was scrubbing his left thigh when the other evil human invaded and killed his team, leading to the end. He also failed to clean his back properly.”

  Mary laughed. “We’re officially delirious.” She rolled into him, tucking her face under his arm. “I can’t stop thinking about the code.”

  “What about it?”

  “Why send two parts? If it is bait, why not something straightforward? Just the binary code.”

  Paul smiled.

  “The complex, cryptic message just doesn’t make sense as a lure.”

  “It’s like it’s a test. To see if we can solve it.”

  “Or encryption to make sure no one else can read it. Or can solve it.”

  “Interesting…” Paul said.

  The door opened, revealing Milo. He grinned and raised his eyebrows. “Dr. Kate has an important update!”

  When the group was assembled in the large communications room at the back of the beacon, Kate said, “I may have a solution.”

  “Solution for what?” Sonja asked.

  “Getting off this beacon.”

  25

  Kate pulled up the transmission logs on the large screen in the communications bay. Around the room, the reactions were as diverse as the group. Milo smiled. Sonja’s face was unreadable. Mary squinted, focusing. Paul just looked nervous, as if the results would tell him how long he had to live.

  David was guarding the portal, craning his neck around the central cylinder, trying to see the screen.

  “This is the transmission log from around thirteen thousand years ago,” Kate said. “This is the exact time of the fall of Atlantis—just after Ares’ attack on the Alpha Lander off the coast of Gibraltar. During that attack, the ship was split in half, and Janus was trapped in the half closest to Morocco.”

  “The part we were just in,” Mary said.

  “Yes. We know Janus’ partner was killed in the attack thirteen thousand years ago. He tried desperately to resurrect her in one of the tubes in the other half, closest to Gibraltar. In the final days of the Atlantis Plague, I learned that his attempt to resurrect his partner had partially succeeded: I have her memories. But only select memories. Janus longed to bring her back without certain memories. For the past two weeks, I’ve been trying to access those memories… in hopes that I could…” Kate caught David’s eye.

  She turned to the screen and continued. “I’ve been trying to access the memories, but they were erased from the Alpha Lander data core. That’s not supposed to be possible—resurrection, especially the storage of memory data, must adhere to strict Atlantean guidelines. What I learned a few moments ago is that Janus didn’t actually delete the memories. The resurrection system wouldn’t let him. So he took the memories he wanted to hide from his partner and transferred them to this beacon. Then he split them in three parts and transmitted them to three other beacons, deleting them from this beacon. Copies remained on the lander, but since there were other active copies in the beacon network, he could move them to archived storage. Once there, he physically damaged the storage array, corrupting them. He also disabled the active data link with this beacon—that’s why we couldn’t see the message he sent and the signal Mary received from the lander: with the beacon link disabled, Janus was ensuring that copies of the memories couldn’t be restored from the beacon network.”

  “Sonja!” David called around the hall. “Switch with me.”

  She walked out of the communications bay without a word, and when David rounded the curve, he focused on Kate. “No way.”

  “You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”

  “I do. The answer is no.”

  Paul and Mary got very interested in what was happening on the floor around their feet. Milo’s almost ever-present smiled faded.

  “Will you let me finish?”

  David crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

  Kate pulled up a map of the beacon network on the large screen, displaying what looked like a thousand overlapping spider webs.

  “The Atlanteans deployed these shrouding beacons throughout the galaxy—at emerging human worlds, research locations, and military quarantine zones—wherever there was anything they didn’t want others to see or where they didn’t want anyone within the beacon’s range to see the outside galaxy.”

  “Incredible,” Mary said, drifting toward the screen.

  Paul looked from Kate to David. “Where’s this going?”

  “We can use the portal to go to any of these beacons.”

  Milo lit up.

  Paul moved behind Mary, perhaps to catch her if she fell. “That seems…” he said, “rather uncertain.”

  David snorted. “It’s Atlantis beacon roulette.”

  “It’s our only option,” Kate shot back.

  “Do we know anything about the beacon destinations? You said this beacon’s memory core was wiped, right? So these beacons could be damaged or even open to space. They could be in the middle of a war zone. Or they could be monitored by this great enemy. The second we step out, they take us and find Earth’s location. Game over. There’s a million ways this could go wrong. I can probably name a hundred right now, and my imagination sucks.”

  Paul interrupted Kate and David’s back and forth. “Is it possible that the destination beacon is off? That the portal would take us into space? Or nothingness?”

  “No,” Kate replied. “If the portals establish a link, there is a viable beacon on the other end.”

  “Can we send some kind of probe?” Mary asked. “To get a peek at what’s happening on the other end?”

  Kate shook her head. “We don’t have that kind of equipment here, and I think it’s too risky to go back to the lander for it.”

  “One of us could peek our heads through,” David said, “see if it gets shot off. Actually, beacon roulette is definitely the right term for this idea.”

  Kate ignored him. “There’s reason to believe that the three beacons Janus transmitted the memories to are safe.”

  “Reason?” David asked, skepticism in his voice.

  “Janus was a genius. Everything he did was deliberate.” Kate looked at David. “You know that.”

  “Maybe, but he also deliberately tried to roll back seventy thousand years of human evolution. He wasn’t the biggest fan of modern humanity.”

  “True, but we don’t know why he wanted to do that. The answers are out there.”

  “And that’s what this is about. Reducing seven days to four, maybe less, for a few answers.”

  “David, we have nowhere to go. If Janus chose these three beacons for a reason, they could be part of a backup plan—his last attempt to save us.”

  “Or he could have selected three beacons on the verge of being destroyed—he was trying to destroy these memories.”

  “I don’t think he would do that.”

  “The bottom line is this: if we step through that beacon, it could be the end of our lives, and if we reveal Earth’s location, the end of humanity. That’s a lot to risk, Kate.”

  Dorian had considered several options for storming the portal: throwing a flare through, sending Victor through first, and finally, a more stealth approach.

  He drew his knife from his belt, knelt at the portal and slowly inserted it into the light where the arched, glowing dome met
the dark metallic floor. He ran the knife along the bottom, the entire four feet width of the portal, careful not to touch the floor or sides, aware the sound could alert his enemy.

  The knife met no resistance. They hadn’t barricaded the door. At least not at the bottom. He quickly continued outlining the portal, moving the knife along the sides, and stretching to reach the top, which was just over eight feet tall.

  “They haven’t blocked it,” he said to Victor.

  A few minutes later, Dorian leaned against the wall, Victor balanced on his shoulders. Victor wavered, then steadied himself with a single palm pressed into the wall.

  “Careful,” Dorian snapped. “Remember. Be quick.”

  Victor leaned his face into the light only a few inches, right at the top of the dome, and jerked it out. His eyes were wide. “They’re all standing around, arguing.”

  “All six?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Armed?”

  “The man and the African woman.”

  “Perfect.” This was a break—Dorian couldn’t have hoped for any better. There would be no searching the beacon, no one hiding out, waiting to ambush them. He raced to his gun, which lay on the floor at the center of the room. “Hurry, Victor.”

  Paul thought they were getting nowhere. The group had moved the discussion—now, shouting match—to the portal area, conceivably so that David could have an ally in Sonja, who had indeed taken his side, the anti-Atlantis beacon roulette side.

  “Give me a better option,” Kate said. “Any option.”

  “The SOS,” David countered.

  “Is guaranteed to give away Earth’s location. Guaranteed.”

  “And we’re guaranteed to live another day.”

  “Not necessarily,” Kate shot back. “Same-day-arrival bad guys could be listening.”

  “I think we’re getting nowhere,” Paul said.

  Mary leaned closer to him. “I think I saw something.”

  “What?”

  “In the portal.”

  The portal flickered at that moment.

  David eyed Kate. “Did you program it?”

  “Janus’ first destination. I’ll go and come—”

  “No. If anyone is going—”

  David whipped his head around. Milo was gone.

  Then things happened quickly, faster than Paul could follow.

  David stepped to the portal, but Kate caught his arm. He turned to her.

  Sonja ran through the portal, then David threw Kate’s arm off, stepped through, and Kate rushed after him, leaving Mary and Paul standing there, staring, both their mouths hanging open.

  The portal’s light dissolved a split second before Dorian reached it.

  “What happened?” Victor asked.

  The emergency protocols on the Alpha Lander should have kept the portal connection open, ensuring the only emergency exit remained viable. Dorian worked the control panel, which flashed the words: Destination portal connection broken.

  Dorian tried to connect again.

  Destination portal in use.

  In use? The enemy could be invading the beacon. Or… Dorian worked the panel, desperate, trying continuously to connect to the beacon’s portal.

  Mary took a step toward the portal.

  A face broke the surface of the glowing archway, extending only a few inches.

  Milo.

  His eyes were closed, a look of pain across his face. “Save yourselves!”

  Mary grabbed Paul’s forearm, her nails digging in.

  Milo opened his eyes and broke into a grin. “I’m just kidding. Come on. It’s okay.”

  The instant the portal connection re-established, Dorian ran through and searched the small space station. Empty.

  They had gone to another beacon. Fools. What dangers lurked out there? Did they know? Care?

  Dorian walked to the communications bay and activated the logs. He would have their location in minutes. He hoped he could stop them in time.

  26

  To Milo, the new beacon was yet another miracle. And he had brought the team here, led the way. Instinctively, he knew that action had been his purpose all along. He felt that if he hadn’t stepped through the portal at that exact second, something terrible would have happened. Perhaps he would never know. As he turned to his companions, he sensed something was wrong.

  This beacon was different. David knew it instantly. The station that shrouded Earth was a science beacon—the floors pearl white, walls matte gray, it’s every feature minimal and clinical.

  This beacon felt more militaristic, dark and rugged, with black floors and walls. It seemed ancient and used, almost decrepit. Where a wide picture window lay opposite the portal door in the last beacon, a relatively small, industrial window looked out onto the black of space, where a few stars twinkled, but nothing remarkable caught his eye.

  David raised his gun and began searching the space, Sonja following close behind him, covering his back.

  The layout was similar to the last beacon: a saucer with the portal in the center. However, it had a staircase with two levels. There were more rooms and more equipment here. And it was empty.

  David could feel a slight motion. Was this beacon rotating?

  He returned to the portal, where Paul and Mary had joined them.

  David gripped Milo’s shoulders. “Never do that again.”

  “It had to be me.”

  “What?”

  “I’m the most disposable,” Milo said with a nod.

  “You’re not disposable.”

  “I’m not a scientist or a soldier. I—”

  “You’re a kid.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “You will be the last to go through from now on.”

  “Why?”

  “Because,” David said, shaking his head. “You’ll… understand when you’re an adult.” The words were a surreal moment for him: saying something his parents had said to him countless times, him always thinking it was a lame cop-out.

  “I want to understand it now,” Milo said.

  “You’re the last one of us we’d ever put in danger.”

  “Why?”

  David exhaled and shook his head. “We’ll talk about it later. Just… go to your room for now, Milo.” David silently groaned at his own words. He saw Kate fighting a smile as Milo traipsed away toward the residential pods.

  David nodded to Sonja, who began setting up to guard the portal.

  He put his arm around Kate, leading her to a bedroom.

  “Teenagers,” she said when the door closed.

  “I’m not happy with you either,” he said. “You opened the door for him.”

  “I had no idea he would go through.”

  “First things first: can Sloane follow us here?”

  “Yes. But he’s going to have a hard time finding us.”

  “How hard?”

  “Like one in a thousand.” Kate paused. “Unless he’s really, really smart.”

  David didn’t like the sound of that. He hated Dorian Sloane. David had dedicated a large part of his life to finding and punishing Sloane, but he wouldn’t lie about his enemy: he was smart.

  “Then that’s a problem.”

  The door opened, and Paul stuck his head in, cringing as he spoke. “I’m really, really sorry, but you two need to see this.”

  Kate and David followed him back to the portal area, where the others stood, their backs to them, staring through the small window.

  David realized that this beacon was in fact rotating. Through the window, the empty view of space had been replaced.

  A sun burned brightly in the center of the scene, but it was the flat expanse of debris that stretched from the beacon almost to the burning star that took David’s breath away. Remnants of star ships, thousands, maybe millions of pieces spread out. David thought if a hundred Earths were destroyed in the space, that it still wouldn’t have filled the area that all the shattered vessels did. The floating wreckage was mostly blac
k or gray, but here and there, a speck of white, yellow, or blue dotted the plane. Pieces of debris collided with each other, arcs of blue and white light reaching across like lightning bolts connecting them for a fraction of a second. Taken in whole, the glistening dark debris field looked like an asphalt road in space that led to the sun.

  Where the others had stood in awe of the view of Earth from the last beacon, it was David’s turn. For a soldier and a historian, the view was a transcendental moment.

  He felt some part of himself let go. Maybe it was the scope of it, the realization of how tiny a speck the human race was in the vastness of the universe, or perhaps it was seeing proof that there was a force this powerful in the universe, powerful enough to destroy worlds. Whatever the cause, something changed for him in that moment.

  Kate had been right.

  They couldn’t hide. Or bide their time.

  Their odds of survival were long.

  They would have to take chances now. It was their only hope.

  27

  Dorian wanted to shoot the beacon’s computer. And Kate Warner. During the few minutes the portal had been disconnected from the Alpha Lander, she had connected to a thousand other beacons. The entries were all grouped in the same time interval, preventing Dorian from discerning how long the portal had connected to each beacon. She could have connected to 999 beacons in the first second and used the remaining time to access their true destination. They could be at any one of a thousand locations in the entry.

  He paced the room. How could he find them? What did he have to work with? He had checked: there was no video surveillance. Porting to another beacon was a risky move. That David and Kate had taken the leap surprised even Dorian.

  How did they even choose which location? Randomly? Surely not. Did she know something? She had to—but what? What did she have to work with? Kate had the memories of one of the Atlantean scientists. Was that her clue; did she remember something that could help them? An ally? The idea struck a chord of doubt in Dorian. If they knew more than he did…