False Horizon - Alex Archer [67]
“I’m no use to you here. Let me go back to Katmandu. Or better yet, let me leave the country. I’ve got a little money. I can go anywhere. Trust me, I’m no bother to you here.”
“You won’t be a bother.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Well, there’s one thing we agree on, Tuk.”
Tuk nodded. “Good.”
“Unfortunately, we don’t agree on how to make sure that you do disappear.”
“I just told you that I can vanish.”
“It’s too risky, my little friend.”
Tuk swallowed. “I don’t think I like where this is going.”
“Then perhaps you should stop talking. Before your worst fears are confirmed. Good night, Tuk.”
And the room plunged into darkness again, leaving Tuk very much alone in the cold stone cell.
25
Annja ran through the deserted corridors of the temple searching for her adversary everywhere, but to no avail. She paused, the sword still gleaming in the night air. There was no way she was going to release her blade until she knew exactly what the hell was going on around here.
But after a full minute with no action, Annja calmed her heartbeat down and retraced her steps to the courtyard. The night seemed even more still than it had before.
Something was definitely not right.
And where was Mike?
Annja wanted him around now especially so since there was apparently some kind of assassin in the grounds. Was it the Hsu Xiao character that Garin and Tuk had mentioned? Or was it someone else eager to dispatch the outsiders who had come into their land?
Annja headed left of the courtyard, following her gut instinct. Ahead of her, she could see flickering torches in the distance, illuminating aspects of the stone corridors. She passed the giant carved Buddhist sculptures and bizarrely colored tapestries and paintings all showing universal conflicts.
Where the hell was everyone?
She walked faster and then heard something in the distance.
Voices.
She slowed to a stop and strained her ears to pick up anything of importance. She frowned. They weren’t speaking English.
She listened closely.
Annja frowned. Someone was speaking Chinese. Did that mean they were on the wrong side of the border? And if that was the case, then Annja was in serious trouble.
She stalked farther ahead, keeping the sword tucked behind her back to avoid its gleam giving her away. She stayed in the recesses of the shadows and hugged the wall farthest away from the torch brackets.
Annja could hear them more clearly now. They seemed to be arguing. And one of the voices sounded familiar.
Guge?
She waited and then almost gasped when she saw Guge stalking away from someone dressed in combat fatigues. A lone red star appeared on his shoulder epaulets. Chinese military.
Here?
But this was supposed to be a sacred land far removed from the outside world. How was it possible that the Chinese were here? And if they were, why so? What was their purpose?
What did the people of Shangri-La have that would interest the Chinese military so much? She sighed. Maybe the geothermal theory was right. Maybe the Chinese wanted free energy to run part of their country. Already the global economy had hit China hard. Thousands of laborers had been laid off from shuttered factories reliant on American consumerism. And with so many people to take care of, energy costs might push the government to the brink of almost anything. If they couldn’t keep their people happy, they’d have a serious revolt on their hands. And China couldn’t afford bad will. Another Tiananmen Square incident would turn the world against them. And that would cost them billions upon billions of dollars.
So what was the alternative? Find Shangri-La and plunder its geothermal supply for Chinese use only?
Annja frowned. She really needed Mike.
And it wouldn’t hurt to have Garin along, too.
She knew how much he would have loved to hear Annja say that to his face.
Fat chance of that happening.
Annja snuck down the corridor closer to where she’d heard the men speaking. She could feel the cold air now. How deep was she into the mountain? It almost felt as cold as it had back in the cave they’d been