The Atlantis Gene: A Thriller

by A. G. Riddle

  a man had gone back to report it.”

  David handed Patrick one of the machine guns and held his arm out to help Patrick up. “We should hurry then.”

  Patrick grabbed David’s arm and struggled to his feet. He glanced back at the dead soldier who had overpowered him. “Look Vale, I haven’t been a soldier in 25 years—”

  “We’ll be just fine,” David said.

  CHAPTER 138

  Dorian held the children by the shoulders as he marched behind his father.

  This was the way of the world: life could turn on a dime. He and his father, reunited, on their way to finish their great work: to save the human race. All his sacrifices, all his decisions… He had been right.

  Ahead of them, gunshots rang out.

  CHAPTER 139

  David dropped the two guards standing at the doors to the tombs before either could get a shot off. To his left, another guard rounded the corner and sprayed bullets into the iron wall beside him, but Patrick caught the soldier full in the chest with three quick shots, sending him quickly to the floor.

  David swept the other way in the corridor. Clear. He turned and jogged to catch up with Patrick, who was inching around the corner from which the third soldier had emerged.

  “I’ll take point,” David said. He peeked his head around and— a gunshot whizzed past his head.

  “I’ll cover you,” Patrick said as he extended his handgun around the corner and fired several shots.

  David stepped into the corridor and closed on the man who was pressing against the adjacent wall. David hit him with two shots in a tight grouping on his chest. Four down. Five plus Kane left. Still not great odds. And they’d lost the element of surprise. One step at a time.

  Patrick was beside him, and both men eyed the double doors the soldier must have come from. They took up positions on each side of the door, and Patrick worked the glass panel until the doors parted, revealing a room with twelve glass tubes holding… ape-men?

  David had to focus. Patrick seemed less fazed. He stepped quickly into the room, sweeping his gun from side to side. David followed. The room was empty.

  Then, from behind him, David sensed someone closing on them. He spun around and raised the machine gun to fire—

  Kate. She had been hiding behind the control station.

  He jerked his finger off the trigger and dropped the gun to his side. He moved toward her, ready to sweep her up. Just as he reached her, Kate’s eyes met Patrick’s. She turned from David. “Dad?”

  The old man stood there, a look somewhere between remorse and disbelief on his face. “Katherine…”

  A tear dropped from Kate’s eye as she walked to him and embraced him. He grunted as he hugged her back. She pushed back. “You’re alive.” She wrinkled her nose. “And you’re hurt, and what, is, that sme—”

  “I’m ok, Katherine. I. Oh, God, you look so much like her.” Tears welled in his eyes. “I was so worried, but I know you… it’s… for me, only a few weeks have passed…”

  Kate nodded. She seemed to have already put it together. David marveled at her as he stood there, a little awkwardly. She held her arm out, and he walked over and hugged her, pressing his face into the side of her head.

  She released them and said, “How did you—”

  “Gibraltar,” her father said. “A door in the chamber I found — it was a portal to Antarctica, to this larger structure. There are more men. We need to—”

  “Yes,” Kate said. “They have the children. Dorian is making them carry backpacks with nuclear bombs.”

  David looked around, thinking, and then said, “There’s a chamber with tubes; it goes on for miles. I bet that’s where they’re going. You stay—”

  Kate shook her head. “No.” She walked to the dead man who had run out of her room and picked up his machine gun. She deadpanned at David. “I’m coming. And I get a gun this time. I’m not asking.”

  David exhaled.

  Patrick looked from Kate to David. “I take it this has been a recurring discussion?”

  “Yeah, it’s uh, been a weird week.” David walked over to Kate and handed her a pistol. “The Luger is less likely to jam. It’s loaded and ready to go. Just point and shoot. It’s got eight rounds in it, you’ll have plenty. Stay behind us.”

  CHAPTER 140

  Dorian held a hand up for the five soldiers behind him to halt. He peeked around the corner. Two dead soldiers, one on each side of the door. Had they come out or gone in? Out hopefully. He stuck his head out again. Another dead body, at the corner of the hall — he was running toward them. They had come out.

  “Clear.” He called and the men and his father spread out in the hall, checking the dead men.

  Dorian bent down to the kids. “Ok, oh,” he corralled them toward him, away from the dead men. “Don’t pay attention to them, they’re just playing dead. It’s another game. Now it’s time for the race. Remember, run as fast as you can. The first one to the end of this room gets a huge prize!”

  His father worked the glass panel beside the giant double doors. They spread open silently, and Dorian shoved the children through just as the first shots rang out. Two of their five men fell instantly. Dorian lunged and covered his father, but he was too late. The bullet struck Konrad’s arm, spun him around, and threw him into the wall.

  Dorian pulled his father back behind the door as the remaining three soldiers scampered behind the other side of the door frame. Dorian tore the shirt sleeve and inspected the wound quickly. The older man pushed his hands away. “It’s a flesh wound, Dieter. Don’t be emotional. Stay focused.” He drew his pistol and peered around the door frame. Shots scraped the iron above his head.

  Dorian pressed him to the wall. “Papa, go out the way I came. One of us must get out. I will cover you.”

  “We must stay—”

  Dorian pulled his father to his feet. “I will finish them and then follow you.” He shoved him into the hall and fired four rapid-fire blasts from the submachine gun until it clicked empty.

  His father had cleared the corridor. Dorian had saved him.

  He slumped back into the iron wall. A smile spread across his face.

  CHAPTER 141

  David looked back at Patrick. “We have to go around. We can’t make an assault on their position at the entrance — not without superior numbers or explosives.”

  “This corridor must connect with where we entered the tombs; it’s not far away. All these corridors feed into the tombs. Let’s keep moving. The kids were running. Maybe we can catch them,” Patrick said.

  David looked around, as if searching for another way. “Agree. You two go. I’ll keep Sloane and his men here.”

  Kate poked her head between them. “David, no.”

  “This is what we’re doing, Kate,” David’s voice was flat, cold, final.

  She stared him in the eyes for a long moment, then looked away. “What about the bombs?”

  David nodded knowingly toward Patrick. “Your dad has a plan for that.”

  Comprehension broke over Patrick’s face as Kate turned to him and said, “You do?”

  “Yes, I do. Now let’s move.”

  CHAPTER 142

  Kate followed her father through another entrance to the tombs just as the children crossed the aisle ahead of them.

  “Adi! Surya!” Kate screamed.

  The boys stopped their sprint, almost falling over. She ran to them and looked at the time on the pack. 00:32:01. 00:32:00. 00:31:59.

  “How are you going to disable—”

  “Trust me, Katherine,” her father said. He tugged at her arm, and they ran out of the tombs, back into the long corridor.

  From the direction they had come, Kate heard the sound of automatic gunfire. David. Fighting the rest of them — alone. She wanted so much to go back, but the children, the bombs. Her father was tugging at her arm again, and she found herself putting one foot in front of the other, marching quickly away from the gunfire.

  CH
APTER 143

  David heard Kate shout for the children. He chanced a look around the corner. Had the Nazis heard it, too? The soldiers at the door were taking off into the massive chamber. He couldn’t let them reach Kate. He stepped toward the doors and fired— empty. He dropped the gun and grabbed the last submachine gun from the fallen Nazi, firing at the two running men, mowing them down. One plus Dorian left.

  The last soldier peeked around the corner, and David nailed him with a blast of shots that caught him in the head. It had been a trap. The runners were the bait; they had hoped David would panic and run quickly into the Tombs after them — giving the sniper an easy shot.

  One left. Dorian. David didn’t hear any footsteps. Somewhere deep in the Tombs, a set of doors slammed shut. Kate, Patrick, and the children were out. He should back away, follow them. He stopped, just before the door. He would have to run to catch up to them. But he stood there. 9/11 was a long time ago. He had Kate. And he had the Immari to fight. The outbreak.

  Where would Sloane be? Somewhere deep in the Tombs, hiding, waiting, watching the entrance. David could wait him out a bit. Or… He shook his head as if shaking off the thought.

  He took a couple of steps back, still holding the submachine gun at the ready, and when no one emerged, he turned from the door and started down the corridor at full speed.

  The first shots tore through David’s back and exited through his chest, hurling him into the wall and then onto the floor face first. More bullets hit his limp body on the floor, raking over his legs.

  Footfalls. A hand, turning him over.

  David pulled the trigger of the pistol twice. The bullets ripped through the jeer on Dorian’s face, blowing brain and bone out of the back of his head, painting the ceiling red and gray.

  A bittersweet smile crossed David’s lips as he blew out his last breath.

  CHAPTER 144

  Konrad latched the helmet on the suit and waited for the portal to open. The metal doors parted open with a loud boom, revealing a massive ice cathedral very similar to the one he had crossed almost three months ago — for him, 75 years ago out here. If this entrance was the same, there would be a Bell hanging just outside, above the entrance. The Bell on the other side of the structure had been turned off when Konrad had crossed — it hadn’t so much as flickered as he and his men marched under it and into the Tombs. But they had turned that Bell on from inside; he knew that now.

  The control systems inside the structure were complex, and he and his men had tried to access a system they thought was hibernation control. It turned out to be the controls for a weather satellite. Kane had actually downed the satellite, somewhere in America, he believed, possibly in New Mexico. Whatever he did triggered some sort of anti-intrusion routine. It locked them out of the computers and activated the Bell, killing the men on his sub.

  None of the computers had worked since then. Until today.

  He wondered if they had already removed the Bell outside, or if the re-activation of the computers meant it was disabled. There was also another possibility: maybe the Bell would only attack people trying to enter, not exit.

  If it was still on, he would have to move fast to get clear of it.

  Kane took a tentative step out of the decontamination chamber. His eyes were adjusting, and he could see a cluster of soft lights, like tiny stars glowing in a mound of snow, just under a mangled metal cage.

  There was something else — a metal basket, hanging from a thick cord. Yes, that was it — his escape route, even if the Bell activated.

  Kane took another step, clearing the portal doors. Above him, a loud rumble reverberated through the space and echoed in his suit, maybe even his bones.

  There was a Bell. And it was thundering to life.

  CHAPTER 145

  Kate tugged at the pack on Adi’s back. Finally, it came free. 00:01:53. She turned to Surya. The black goo was eating away at the straps on his backpack as well. They were almost free. Kate’s father pulled the boy away from the straps and shoved him toward her. He motioned toward the second of six doors. “Go, Katherine. I’ll take care of this.”

  “No. Tell me. How?” She searched his face, wondering how he could disable the bombs.

  He sighed and nodded toward the door. “When the Atlanteans exited the Gibraltar structure, they set the portal up to be a one-way escape hatch; that’s why I couldn’t get back. But if I’m right, the portal will allow Atlanteans to pass back through it. You have pure Atlantean DNA. You were incubated in the tubes. It will work for you. Now this is important — when you get to the other side, you’ll be in Gibraltar, in a control room. Don’t touch anything. You must leave the portal open, so that I can follow you through. I need to close the portal… permanently. And this bomb can’t explode here in Antarctica. Do you understand?”

  Kate stared at him, trying to comprehend.

  “When you get to the other side, you must get to the surface and as far away as you can. You’ll have about 360 minutes — six hours. A minute here is 360 minutes there. Do you understand?” Her father’s voice was firm.

  A tear fell from Kate’s face. She understood. She hugged him for three long seconds, but when she tried to pull away, she found that her father was holding her tight. She wrapped her arms back around him.

  “I made so many mistakes, Katherine. I was trying to protect you, and your mother…” his voice broke as Kate leaned back and looked him in the eyes.

  “I read the journal, Dad. I know why you did it, all of it. I understand. And I love you.”

  “I love you too, very much.”

  Kate grabbed the children by the hands and ran through the door.

  CHAPTER 146

  Konrad felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead as the thump-thump-thump of the Bell above grew louder.

  Through the glass of the helmet, an image emerged, as if a minature version of the person were sitting inside the glass. The gray-haired man was sitting in an office, behind a large wooden desk with an Immari Flag behind him. There was a map of the world on the wall, but it was different somehow, all wrong. And the man’s face… Konrad knew him.

  “Mallory!” Konrad cried out. “Help me—”

  “Of course, Konrad. There’s a syringe sitting on the basket. Inject yourself.”

  Konrad bounded forward, desperately trying to reach the basket. He fell twice, then again. He decided that he couldn’t run in the suit, so he waddled awkwardly, making the best speed he could as the Bell droned louder each second. “What’s in the syringe?”

  “Something we’re working on. You should hurry, Konrad.”

  Konrad reached the basket and picked up the large syringe. “Take me up, Mallory. Forget this science experiment.”

  “We can’t take the risk. Inject yourself, Konrad. It’s your only chance.”

  Konrad flipped open the metal case and eyed the syringe for a second as the Bell beat louder. There was something else running down his face. He saw the red reflection in the glass of the helmet. How long did he have? Konrad snatched the syringe, pulled the plastic cover off the needle, and plunged it through his suit, into his arm. The case must have been some sort of warming device, but the liquid was still freezing as it flowed into his veins. “I’ve done it, now lift me up.”

  “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Konrad.”

  Konrad felt wetness on his arms. It wasn’t sweat. The Bell thundered louder. He also felt strange, weak inside. “What have you done to me?”

  Mallory leaned back in the chair, a satisfied look on his face. “Do you remember giving me that tour of the camp where you were testing the Bell? It was the early ‘30s, I don’t remember exactly when, but I do remember your speech, what you said to the workers to convince them to do those terrible things. I had wondered how you would pull it off. You said, ‘This is hideous work, but these people are giving their lives so that we can understand the Bell, so that we can save and purify the human race. Their sacrifice is needed. Their sacrifice will be remembered. The
few die so the many can survive.’” Mallory shook his head. “I was so impressed, so enamored with you then. That was before you put me in a tube for 40 years, before you took my life. I was loyal. I played second fiddle for so many years, and look at how you repaid me. I won’t give you a second chance.”

  “You can’t kill me. I am the Immari. They will never stand for it.” Konrad fell to his knees. He could feel the Bell beating in his heart, ripping him to shreds from the inside out.

  “You aren’t the Immari, Konrad. You’re a science experiment. You’re a sacrifice.” Mallory shuffled some papers, then said something to someone off screen. He listened for a moment. “Good news, Konrad, we’re getting data from the suit. It should give us everything we need. We have a fetus with sustained Atlantis Gene activation — it’s actually the child of Kate Warner and Dieter. Talk about irony. Anyway, the trouble is, we needed a genome of the same genetic stock before Atlantis Gene activation. A parent, ideally. We also needed to track and test that genome as the Bell attacked it in order to understand exactly which genes and epigenetic factors are involved. As you’ll remember, it’s a lot of effort to disassemble a Bell, and then there’s the whole power issue.” Mallory waved his hand in the air nonchalantly. “So, we figured we’d just keep this Bell active, prep a syringe with the gene-tracking therapy and wait for you to walk out. I was never very good at speeches, not as good as you, but I was good at figuring out what people would do. And you’re very predictable, Konrad.”

  Konrad spit blood as he fell face forward into the ice.

  “I guess this is goodbye, old friend. As I said, your sacrifice will be remembered.” As Mallory finished, a man ran into the office. Mallory listened and then looked confused. “Gibraltar? When?”

  CHAPTER 147

  Kate held her breath as the portal door slid open. It was just as her father had said: a control room with tons of glass consoles. But there was someone there — a guard, leaning on a stool and reading a magazine.

  At the site of Kate and the two boys, he gawked for a brief moment, then returned the stool to its four legs and scrambled to his feet. A magazine with a nude woman on the cover drifted to the floor as the guard grabbed an automatic rifle that had been leaning against the wall and pointed it at Kate. “Don’t move, Dr. Warner.” His face was hard. He pulled his shoulder close to his mouth and said, “This is Mills, Chamber 7, I’ve got them, Warner and both boys. Request assistance.”

  Within ten seconds there were two more guards in the room. They searched all three of them with a brief pat down. The soldier in charge smiled as he pocketed the pistol from Kate. “Come with us,” he said.