Ming remained suspended upside down in her seat, her wavy brown hair dangling from her scalp.
“Zach, we’re caught in a sieve. There’s a hole in the rock where the river flows through. The sub’s pinned by the current. We’ll die down here unless we can free ourselves.”
“How?”
“I shifted the prop’s gear into reverse. I’ll gun the engine and try to rock the sub enough to catch the main current with our tailfin. Climb back into Ming’s cockpit. Use your weight to help sway us back and forth. If that’s not enough, be prepared to slam your body against the highest point of the sub.”
I nodded and then crawled into the rear compartment. “Ming, you okay?”
“My head hurts. Please hurry.”
Ben reached up to his command console’s joystick and revved the propeller in reverse, pressing foot pedals with his free hand to get the sub to rock. I tried to shift my weight with each roll, but it wasn’t enough to free the bow.
“Zach, when I say jump, jump up and grab hold of the back of Ming’s chair. On three. One… two… three!”
Reaching high overhead, I slid my hands along the base of Ming’s chair and jumped just as Ben rocked the sub in the same direction. For a surreal moment I seemed to defy gravity as the Barracuda ’s tail caught the current, which pried the bow free and flipped us into the river’s powerful vortex.
Flung head-first into darkness, I slipped into its warm embrace.
“I’m not strange, weird, off, nor crazy; my reality is just different from yours.”
— Lewis Carroll
I opened my eyes and was surrounded by darkness. The heavy rush of the river was gone, replaced by the pitter-patter of raindrops splattering across a metal surface somewhere above my head. My skull throbbed in pain. Reaching for the source, I felt blood pooling behind my neck.
I tried to move, but my upper body was pinned by an immoveable object. Slipping close to panic-mode, I twisted my head free and managed to sit up, my eyes latching onto a blue LED light that slowly orientated me.
You’re in the forward cockpit. The sub’s upside-down .
“Ben?… Ming?”
No reply.
Feeling beneath my inverted chair, I found an emergency kit and a flashlight. Crawling on my hands and knees along the cold curvature of the acrylic dome, I squeezed myself into the middle cockpit and found Ben lying face-down, either unconscious or dead.
I reached for his right wrist and felt a pulse. Using the light, I did a quick search for open wounds as I roused him. “Ben, wake up. Come on, rise and shine.”
He coughed, groaning as he rolled over. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. The current freed us, but I have no idea where we are. The sub’s on its back.”
He sat up, striking his head on the pilot seat’s inverted joystick. “Ow. Why’d the engine shut down?”
“I don’t know. Wait here, I’m going to check on Ming.”
I crawled back to her cockpit. Still strapped in her seat, she was suspended upside down and appeared to be unconscious. Reaching up, I opened the latch to her harness and let her lithe gymnast’s body slide into my arms.
“Ming, you okay?”
“Zach, forget her. I need your help.”
I laid her down gently on the cockpit’s inverted ceiling and crawled back to Ben’s compartment. “What’s wrong? Are we powerless?”
“If we were powerless, we’d be dead. Hear that humming? That’s our lithium-ion batteries.”
“How long will they last?”
“Longer than us, I’m afraid.” He pointed to the inverted air gauge: 147 minutes.
My limbs began to tremble, fear pushing my mind toward a place that I knew would end badly.
“We’re in a bit of trouble here, Zach. The river left us high and dry on its bank. We need to find a way to maneuver the Barracuda back into the water, then manage our way across this plateau into the northern basin and locate our extraction point. Allowing for a minimum ascension of thirty minutes, we need to accomplish all that, well, pretty damn fast.”
“The river must be close. Maybe we can roll the sub manually, like a log.”
“You’re reading my mind. First things first, we need to retract the Barracuda ’s wings. I’m seeing double right now, so maybe you can locate the stabilizer controls on my command console.”
Balancing on my knees, I used the flashlight to search the control panel. “Got it.”
“Beneath — I mean above — the stabilizer are two small T-bars. Pull them toward you and the wings should retract.”
Locating the devices, I gave them each a sharp tug.
A whine of hydraulics joined us in the darkness as the wings retracted, sending the Barracuda barrel-rolling down an embankment.
There was nothing to grab hold of, just dizzying darkness and painful bumps and an elbow to the head that drew stars. With a jarring thud , we stopped, the sub landing right side-up.
Ben and I moaned as we disentangled ourselves in the narrow cockpit. Crawling over his dashboard, I dropped into my leather chair and closed my eyes against the vertigo and a nauseating drop in blood sugar. Feeling for my personal storage area, I removed a bottle of water and a bag of trail mix and ate.
“Zach, use your night glasses. See if you can find the river.”
“We’re in the river,” Ming said, groggily. “The water is gone.”
I searched for the night-vision goggles, put them on, and stared out of the bow at the alien landscape. We were in a gully as wide as a city block, its depths tapering down two stories. The surging rapids had been replaced by a three-foot-deep trough of water, interrupted by patches of volcanic rock and mud.
“Ming’s right, Ben. We’re in the river, but the water’s gone.”
“Gone? How? Where did it go?”
“Vostok has tides,” Ming reminded us. “We left on a full moon. Perhaps we are experiencing the effects of— ”
“Come on, Ming. Full moons don’t cause a fifty-foot drop between high tide and low tide. Tell her, Zach!”
Ben was losing it.
So was I.
My eyes locked on the LED instrument panel before me, hoping to steady the vertigo.
“Zach, what’s your external pressure reading?”
I glanced at the gauge, blinking several times. “This can’t be right. The gauge must have broken when we flipped. I’ve got 228 psi. What could be causing it?”
“It must be it,” Ming muttered.
Ben turned around, suddenly animated. “I knew it! I knew you were MJ-12.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Captain .”
“The hell you don’t. Why don’t you tell Dr. Wallace what’s causing this magnetic interference? After all, that is why we’re here.”
“What’s he talking about, Ming?”
“Nothing. It is simply a theory.”
“A theory… really?”
“Ben, take it easy.”
“No. No, I want to hear about this theory — the theory that funded this expedition. Isn’t that right, Dr. Liao?”
“Ignore him, Zachary. My sponsors funded this historic mission to advance science.”
“Your sponsors, of course. Tell us about your sponsors. Agricola Industries, for instance. Why would a private Canadian firm specializing in tar sand technology invest over half a million dollars in an exploratory mission of a subglacial lake? Doesn’t make much sense until you do a little digging and learn that Agricola was bought out two years ago by ITT. Have you ever heard about ITT, Zach?”
“Why don’t you tell me after we figure a way out of this mess?”
“They’re big in transportation and energy,” Ben said, “but their strength lies in the aerospace and defense sector. This is a company whose CEO met with Adolf Hitler prior to World War II, whose subsidiary owned a twenty-five-percent share of the German aircraft manufacturer that built Luftwaffe fighter planes. To show you how well connected they are, ITT received $27 million in restitution from the United States for damages inflicted upon their Luftwaffe plant as a result of the war. What a set of balls on these guys. They invest in our enemies, then sue America for fighting their German allies. And the bastards win! They were involved in the 1964 CIA coup in Brazil, the 1972 Republican National Convention scandal, the 1973 Pinochet coup in Chile, and in 2007 Ming’s sponsor became the first major defense contractor to be convicted of criminal violations of the U.S. Arms Export Control Act when they transferred classified information about laser weapon countermeasures to China.”
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