Zero Game - Brad Meltzer [108]
I’m still breathing heavy, but some things can’t wait. Wasting no time, I open the Midas Project notebook.
“Wanna shine that candle over here?” I ask, hoping to take her mind off the ride.
Between the two of us, she’s still got the only light—but right now, it’s staying aimed down at the metal floor. For Viv, until we’re actually out of here, this box isn’t just a moving leaky coffin. It’s a mountain. A mountain to be conquered.
The only good news is, as we rocket up toward the surface, we don’t have far to go. The oxygen numbers continue to rise: 20.5 . . . 20.7 . . . Fresh air and freedom are only a minute away.
53
THE INSTANT THE STEEL cable started moving, Janos pounced for the nearby phone on the wall.
“Hoist . . .” the female operator answered.
“This cage that’s coming up right now—can you make sure its next stop is at the Ramp?” Janos asked, reading the location from the sign.
“Sure, but why do you—?”
“Listen, we got an emergency up here—just bring the cage as fast as you can.”
“Everyone alright?”
“Did you hear what I—?”
“I got it . . . the Ramp.”
Buttoning his jacket, Janos watched as the water rained down and a cold wind blew from the mouth of the open hole. Shoving his hands in the side pocket of his jean jacket, he felt for the black box and flicked the switch. Thanks to the rumble of the approaching cage, he couldn’t even hear the electrical hum.
Over his shoulder, the wood benches started to rattle. Farther up the tunnel, the fluorescent lights began to flicker. The bullet train was on its way, and from the deafening roar, it wouldn’t be long.
With a final wheeze, the metal vault popped up from the abyss.
Janos dove at the latch on the corroded yellow door. Don’t give them a chance to catch their breath. Grab them and keep them boxed in.
Yanking on the lock, he whipped the door open. A slap of shaft water flicked him in the face. As the door crashed into the wall, Janos’s jaw shifted to the right. He clenched his teeth even tighter.
“Sons of bitches . . .”
Inside the cage, drips of water rained down from the ceiling and slithered down the greasy metal walls. Other than that, the cage was empty.
54
HURRY . . . RUN . . . !” I yell at Viv as I shove open the door to the cage and sprint through the wide room that stretches out in front of us. According to the sign on the wall, we’re at level 1-3—the same level we came in on. The only difference is, we used a different shaft to get out. Wasn’t hard to find—all we had to do was follow the spray-painted Lift signs. Eight thousand feet later, we’re back on top.
“I still don’t see why we had to take the other shaft,” Viv says, trailing behind me as I dart forward.
“You’ve met Janos once—you really want to go on a second date?”
“But to say he’s waiting for us . . .”
“Look at your watch, Viv. It’s almost noon—that’s plenty of time to catch up to us. And if he’s already within spitting distance, the last thing we need to do is make it easy.”
Like the tunnels down below, the room up here has metal rail tracks running all along the floor. There are at least half a dozen empty man-cars, two mud-soaked Bobcat diggers, a small swarm of three-wheel ATVs, and even a few red toilet wagons. The whole place stinks of gasoline. This is clearly the vehicle entrance, but right now, all I care about is the exit.
Sidestepping between two man-cars, I continue running toward the enormous sliding garage door on the far wall—but as I get there, I spot the chain and the padlock that’s holding it shut. “Locked!” I call back to Viv.
Searching around, I still don’t see a way out.