Climbing back to his feet, Duncan rushed the door and shouldered into it. It refused to budge, likely braced on the other side. They were locked in.
He surveyed the room, taking swift inventory.
Jada rose from a crouch behind another bookcase, shoved there by Monk as the first shots rang out.
Sanjar knelt by Heru, as his stunned bird flopped dazedly on the stone.
Rachel hurried alongside her uncle to Josip’s gasping form.
Seeing the blood pooling beneath the priest, she knew the man did not have long to live—which was probably true for all of them.
12:40 A.M.
No, no, no . . .
Vigor knelt beside his friend, who had come back from the dead only to die again, a man whom the Fates had already afflicted so cruelly, gifting him with both brilliance and madness. He did not deserve this end.
He took Josip’s hand and began last rites.
Josip stared up at him, disbelief in his eyes, blood on his lips, unable to speak, his lungs collapsed and shredded by the bullets of a traitor.
“Lie still, my dear friend.”
Monk cradled his thin form in his lap, supporting him.
Vigor took Josip’s hand, squeezing all his love for the man between his palms. He could do no more. He had seen that truth in Monk’s eyes.
Stripped of his voice, Josip found the strength to take Vigor’s hand and bring his palm to his bloody chest. Vigor felt the beat of his friend’s heart.
“I will miss you, too.”
In his eyes, he read the man’s struggle, his regret. Josip knew the danger the world faced and could do nothing more to help.
“You’ve shouldered this burden long enough, my friend. Let me carry it from here.”
Josip kept staring at Vigor as he gently anointed a cross on Josip’s forehead.
“Go rest,” Vigor whispered.
And he did.
12:42 A.M.
Duncan helped Monk place Father Josip atop the table.
“I’m sorry,” Duncan said. “I wish we had the time to bury him properly.”
Vigor fought tears but nodded, staring around the chaotic library. “This is a good spot for him.”
Monk got them all moving. “Let’s not make it our burial spot, too.”
Duncan turned to Sanjar. “Is there another way out?”
Sanjar had his falcon wrapped in a blanket. “I’m sorry, no. The other tunnels just lead to more rooms. Dead ends. The only way up is through this sealed door.”
Duncan knew they had at best another few minutes or so to break free. Once Arslan and his crew evacuated the ship, they’d blow the lower levels. His only hope was that the assassins would drag their feet long enough to scavenge anything of value on their way out, but he couldn’t count on that.
Jada stood, wide-eyed, hugging herself with her arms. “They meant to kill us,” she said, shivering, near shock.
“And they may still succeed,” Duncan conceded, figuring there was no reason to sugarcoat their situation.
She scowled at him. “That’s not what I meant. Think about it. If we hadn’t gotten the upper hand, we’d be dead. The explosions were meant to bury our bodies in this unmarked grave.”
Duncan still didn’t get it.
“We’re not supposed to be alive right now,” she said, her voice growing heated. She waved a hand around the room. “That jackass said he planted bombs throughout this place. So why not here, too? It’s the lowest level. He thought we’d be dead already.”
Of course . . .
Monk swore and set off looking along the walls.
Cursing his stupidity, Duncan canvassed the other side. It took him less than thirty seconds to find one of the charges. It was hidden at the base of a thick wooden brace that helped support the roof to this large room.
“Got one!” Duncan called out.
“Found another over here!” Monk yelled from across the room.
“Remove that one’s transceiver!” he shouted back. “And be careful!”
Rachel had followed him over. “Do you think you can defuse them all in time?”
“Not the plan,” he said as he worked. “They’re likely planted all over the place.”
With great care, he freed the wad of plastic explosive, being careful of the blasting cap and transceiver. He rushed with it over to the steel hatch.
Monk met him there, another transceiver in hand.
Duncan slapped the chunk of explosive to the thick hinges of the hatch. He popped open the transceiver, a device that contained both a radio transmitter and a receiver. Using a fingernail, he changed the receiver to a different setting, one unique from the other charges planted throughout this maze.
Don’t want to bring this whole place down.
He then took the transceiver out of Monk’s hand.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” his partner asked.
“I didn’t take all those electrical engineering courses to work at RadioShack.” Working quickly, he adjusted the transmitter to the new frequency, then waved everyone back. “Find shelter and cover your ears!”
He retreated with the group and hid behind a sturdy bookcase. Once in position, he brought his thumb to the tiny red button on the transceiver. His jury-rigged charge should be the only one that responded to this new frequency—but when it came to explosives and radios, bad things sometimes happened to good engineers.
He pressed the button.
From the skull-crushing explosion that followed, Duncan believed he had failed, that he’d blown everything. Smoke and dust rolled through the space. Standing up, he waved and coughed.
Across the way, the hatch was gone, along with a fair amount of the wall around it.
Monk joined him, sounding as if he were speaking underwater. “Bastard probably heard that!”
Duncan nodded.
In other words, run!
12:46 A.M.
Jada sprinted up the steps behind Duncan, who led the charge topside with their only flashlight. Behind them, Monk and Rachel helped Vigor with the steep stairs, half carrying him between them. Sanjar brought up the rear.
At any moment, Jada expected the world to explode around her, crushing her under tons of stone, burying her in sand and salt.
The exit that led into the ship’s rusty hold seemed an impossible distance away. The size of this labyrinth swelled around her, stretching higher and wider, expanding in proportion to her terror. Above her, the winds whistled and howled through the corroded bulk of the ship, taunting her to run faster.
“Not much farther!” Duncan gasped, taking two steps at a time, his rifle in hand.
She craned up, but his bulk blocked her view.