The Six Messiahs - Mark Frost [196]
Jack opened the suitcase and took out the night-vision glasses, handing the flash-a-light and the compass to Presto and Lionel. Jack slipped on the goggles and peered ahead into the corridor.
"Keep the light handy. Stay close," said Jack.
Wide enough to accommodate two people abreast, the hall gaped before them like a black throat. The other three followed Jack into the corridor, and its vast darkness instantly swallowed what little light issued from the room behind. Ten cautious steps on, they came to the first corner. Jack examined each of the three open passages.
"Compass," he whispered.
Presto turned on the flash-a-light; a minuscule beam hit the face of the compass in Lionel's hand.
"Northwest," said Presto, pointing left. He turned off the light.
Jack attached another glowing patch to the wall, and they inched their way down the left-hand passage. The red-tinged field of vision afforded by the goggles revealed little more to him than the crude outline of the walls; the glasses primarily detected objects that radiated heat. None were in sight.
Walks Alone caught the scent of something on a wind that blew toward them: chloroform, formaldehyde. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
Was it possible? She quietly pulled the knife from her belt.
Doyle, Innes, and Eileen crept down the stairs to the sanctum, entered the foyer, and waited for their eyes to adjust. Innes noticed a glowing green patch inside the hallway. He wanted to follow but on instinct Doyle held them back.
"Not yet," he said.
He led them back up the stairs where they stopped below-ground, rested their rifles on the plates, and trained them on the church.
"I'm not trying to be critical, but what are we waiting for?" whispered Eileen.
"I'm not entirely sure," said Doyle.
"Did you miss me, Arthur?" she whispered a moment later.
"Not at all," he said. "Desperately."
"Good," she said. "Sorry."
Dead silence from the direction of the church; looking through the glass, he saw a huge man in a long, gray coat move along the line of men in black outside the front doors. The big man stopped to glance at his watch; he gave a signal, the bars across the doors were removed, and a team of men began turning what looked like a machine gun around to face the cathedral.
"Good Christ," said Doyle.
Another patch went on the wall; they were following the track of the compass, but Walks Alone could have led them on the air coming toward them alone. Jack stopped, his foot encountering an irregular shape.
"Light," he whispered.
Presto directed the light to the ground and turned it on; Jack pressed his foot down onto a slightly elevated patch of marble. A three-foot-square section of floor directly ahead of them dropped away. Shining the light into the pit that opened, they saw a field of gleaming spikes.
"Jump over or double back?" asked Jack.
"This is the right way," said Walks Alone, pointing ahead.
"Jump, then."
Presto opened the aperture and used it to guide the leap across; Lionel carried the book and went first; Presto last, carrying the light. By the time they readied themselves on the far side and Jack had taken another reading of the compass, the light began to falter.
"Battery's fading," said Presto, switching it off.
They tested each step ahead. Reached another intersection that branched to the left and right; three passages from which to choose, all heading in the same direction. Jack stared down each of the corridors through the goggles. Presto thought he could make out a faint aura of light in each of the tunnels ahead.
"We're close," said Walks Alone.
Jack stuck a patch on the wall then handed the remaining ones to Presto and Walks Alone. "We'll each take a path a short way ahead. Lionel, with me. Call out at once if the light increases; we'll meet back here."
Jack attached a second patch next to the first.
They separated and edged up each of the three corridors.