Steve Alten - Vostok

“Sorry, jist dizzy. Water’s ankle-deep. Got the cable free. Reconnecting the pod, window-up. What’s next?”

“Seal the storage compartment of the sled, then get inside the pod and we’ll haul you topside.”

Back inside the pod now, Brandy girl. Can’t believe whit jist happened.

When I went tae seal the storage compartment on the sled, my eyes caught sight of somethin’ the rising river had exposed from beneath the sand. Oh, Brandy, it was incredible — an egg as big and oval as a ripe watermelon. Pliable like rubber. Clear and green as snot. And when I lifted it from the sand, I felt something alive wobblin’ from inside.

Whit kind a prehistoric creature could it be? Whit if I could bring it tae hatch in Loch Ness? Would it bring the crowds back when it grew up, or would it eat them? Whit if we built a secure pen tae house the big fella?

I removed my flashlight from my utility belt and tried to look inside the egg. I could jist make out the creature’s long neck, four webbed feet, and a long tail.

Good God, Brandy, I found me a plesiosaur egg.

Like a bairn on Christmas morn, I gently packed junior intae the sled’s empty storage compartment, dumping arms full of sand along the edges tae secure it before sealing it shut.

“True, what’s taking so long? Get in the pod .”

“Easy Ashlynn, jist checking the cables .”

“Get in the pod now — there’s something large approaching your position .”

Two awkward strides felled me to my knees. Unable tae stand, I crawled over tae the pod on all fours and flopped inside onto my back.

“I’m in, Ashlynn. Shut the bloody doors! ”

The pod’s bay doors slowly rotated into place.

I shook in fear, feeling the ground reverberating beneath me as Momma Plesiosaur approached.”

“‘Take up the slack, Ashlynn. Take it up now! ”

A long moment’s delay, then my head raised and the pod lifted off the ground. I waited until the hydraulic lock sealed the compartment shut before I peered out the glass using the helmet’s night vision.

We were rising quickly, swaying some seventy feet off the ground when the monster suddenly appeared in the darkness below and leaped for the pod, nearly stopping my heart. I couldnae make oot Momma Plesiosaur’s features, but her skull was as long as my body and her nostril big and round and it came within a bairn’s breath of striking the pod. When she hit the river, the splash flung muddy water ontae the glass.

I laid back inside the SAM suit and removed the helmet, my pulse pounding. “ Ashlynn, any word from Zachary?”

“Not yet, but he’s alive. We’re registering pulses from all three of the crew on their ECU jumpsuits .”

“Thank the Lord .”

“True, did you see it? ”

“See whit, lass? ”

“I thought maybe you saw the biologic; it was fairly close to you .”

“Sorry, darlin’, maybe next time .”

Water and ice flowed past the window, signifying the beginning of my ascent. That’s when my mind started thinkin’.

I ken I could git the egg back tae the dome, but how could I git it tae Scotland? It’d have tae be smuggled oot of Antarctica and taken back tae the U.K. in a private charter. The job called fer someone who was resourceful, devious, and lacking in all morals.”

“Ashlynn, is it possible tae make a phone call from yer command post when I return?”

“I just might be able to arrange that. Who are you calling — not your wife?”

“No rings on these fingers, darlin’. No, it’s a business call. I need tae speak wi’ Angus Wallace, Zachary’s father .”

… Dr. Wallace, Captain Hintzmann, please respond. Vostok Command to Dr. Liao, Dr. Wallace, Captain Hintzmann, please respond…

The voice was muffled in a subconscious encased in sand. Gradually, the grains dropped away, and the voice grew louder until its persistence became maddening, an irritant demanding my attention.

I opened my eyes, confused by the brightness of the LED lights and the cool air blowing on my face.

“This is Vostok Command. Dr. Liao, Dr. Wallace, Captain Hintzmann, please respond.”

My arms and legs were down there somewhere, refusing to cooperate as my mind tried to convince me to hit the snooze button.

Then an explosion of sound shocked me out of my paralysis.

Before I could test my new-found limbs, a concussion wave swept the submersible up in its vortex and flung me out of my seat.

The sub surfaced. To my horror, I found myself staring between swells at the female Purussaurus . The fifty-foot crocodilian was upstream, scrambling onto its belly, its attention focused somewhere overhead. Jaws fixed open, the giant caiman hissed as it reared back on its hind legs, balancing on its thick tail.

For a brief moment I thought the croc would leap. Instead it remained coiled and disappeared from view as the river’s current swept us around a bend.

“This is Vostok Command. Dr. Liao, Dr. Wallace—”

“This is Wallace, stand by.” I leaned over my seat to check on Ben. He was lying on the floor, unconscious.

Reaching to his command chair, I flipped the toggle switch on his joystick, relegating control of the submersible to my cockpit. Strapping myself in, I started the Barracuda ’s engine and resurfaced the vessel, keeping our nose pointed downstream.

“Vostok Command, this is Dr. Wallace. What the hell happened?”

“Wallace, this is Colonel Stephen Vacendak at Vostok Mobile Command Post One. Your vessel ran out of air. We were able to resupply you with five fresh tanks and reconnect your umbilical cord. For the duration of the mission you’ll be communicating directly with me.”

“Understood.”

I heard a moan as Ben awoke. “Ugh. My head feels like it was used as a bowling ball. Ming, you okay? Get dressed.”

The privacy curtain to Ming’s cockpit was pulled open. Ben climbed over the back of his seat into his cockpit. “Zach, why are we alive?”

“Ask Colonel Vacendak.”

“Where’s that damn urine bottle? And who the hell is Colonel Vacendak?” Ben put his headphones on. “Hello?”

“Captain Hintzmann, this is Colonel Vacendak in Mobile Command Post One. Are you inebriated?”

“Inebriated? Hell no, I’m shitfaced drunk. Now who the hell are you and how is it that we have a Mobile Command Post that I never knew about?”

“You’ll be briefed at the appropriate time. Is Dr. Liao all right?”

“Yes. What happened, Colonel?”

“We sent Dr. Wallace’s friend on a rescue mission.”

“True was down here?” I glanced back at Ben. “Where is he now?”

“Mr. MacDonald is en route back to the surface in a Valkyrie tow pod. For now, we want you to relinquish command of the Barracuda to us. We’re going to remotely guide you across the plateau through a maze of waterways, then into the northern basin to your extraction point. You have just over nineteen hours of air in your tanks, but we anticipate having you topside in twelve. Any questions?”

“It’s Dr. Wallace. How do we relinquish command?”

“First, you’ll need to give control of the vessel over to Captain Hintzmann. Hintzmann, there’s a red button under a plastic cap beneath your console. Pop open the lid and press the button to activate the remote. Once we take control, your computer screen should change to a GPS map of your surroundings.”

Ben flipped the toggle switch on his joystick, regaining control of the Barracuda . “Is that it, then, Vacendak? One dive and Dr. Wallace and I are done?”