Seven Ancient Wonders - Matthew Reilly [51]
He resurfaced inside the swirling cage.
The water was chest-deep now, the cage three-quarters under.
‘Anything down there!’ Zoe called.
West frowned, stumped. ‘No . . . but there should be.’
Stretch shouted, ‘You’ve killed us all!’
Neck-deep.
‘Just grab your pony bottles,’ West said grimly. He looked to Lily, held high in Big Ears’s arms. ‘Hey, kiddo. You still with me?’
She nodded vigorously—scared out of her wits. ‘Uh-huh.’
‘Just breathe through your pony bottle like we practised at home,’ he said gently, ‘and you’ll be all right.’
‘Did you mess up?’ she whispered.
‘I might have,’ he said.
As he did so, he locked eyes with Wizard. The old man just nodded: ‘Hold your nerve, Jack. I trust you.’
‘Good, because right now I don’t,’ West said.
And with that, the great bronze cage, with its seven trapped occupants, went completely under.
With a muffled clunk, the cage came to a halt, its barred ceiling stopping exactly three feet below the surface.
The underwater currents were extremely strong. On the cage’s outermost side, the silhouette of a whirlpool could be seen: a huge inverted cone of downward-spiralling liquid.
Pony bottle to his mouth, West swam down to check the little arch one final time. . .
. . . where he found something startling.
The little arch had stopped perfectly in line with a small dark opening in the stone wall.
Shape for shape, the arch matched the opening exactly, so that if you crawled through the arch, you escaped into the submerged wall.
West’s eyes came alive.
He spun to face the others, all trapped in the submerged cage with pony bottles held to their mouths, even Lily.
He signalled with his hands:
Wizard would go first.
Then Big Ears with Lily. Zoe, Stretch, Pooh Bear, and West last of all.
Wizard swam through the arch, holding a glowstick in front of him, and disappeared into the dark opening in the wall.
West signalled for Big Ears to wait—wait for Wizard to give them the all-clear.
A moment later, Wizard reappeared and gave an enthusiastic ‘OK’ sign.
So through the little arch they went, out of the cage and into the wall, until finally only Jack West Jr remained in the cage.
No-one saw the relief on his face. He’d made the call, and almost killed them all. But he’d been right.
Kicking hard, he swam out of the cage, his boots disappearing into the tiny opening.
The opening in the wall quickly turned upwards, becoming a vertical shaft, complete with ladder handholds.
This shaft rose up and out of the sloshing water before opening onto a horizontal passage that led back to the main chasm, emerging—unsurprisingly—at the cobweb-covered doorway a few steps up the ascending staircase, the same doorway West had observed earlier.
As they stepped out from the passage, West saw Kallis and his men arriving at the base of the previous staircase, stopped there by the now-resetting cage.
Lying on the steps in front of West were the three headless Nazi skeletons he had spied before.
Wizard said, ‘Headless bodies at the bottom of a stairway mean only one thing: blades at the top somewhere. Be careful.’
Retaking the lead, West gazed up this new stairway. ‘Whoa. Would you look at that. . . ’
At the top of the stairs was a truly impressive structure: a great fortified guard tower, leaning out from the vertical cliff 200 feet above the watery chasm.
The ancient guard tower was strategically positioned on the main bend of the chasm. Directly opposite it, on the other side of the roofed chasm, was its identical twin, another guard tower, also jutting out from its wall, and also possessing a stairway rising up from a drowning cage down at water-level.
West had taken one step up this stairway when—
‘Is that you, Jack!’ a voice called.
West spun.
It hadn’t come from Kallis.
It had come from further away.
From the other side of the chasm.
West snapped round.
And saw a second American special forces team standing on the path on the other side of the chasm, on the platform preceding the drowning cage on that side.
They had emerged from