James Rollins - THE DEVIL COLONY

Behind them, Rafael and his two guards tumbled down the stone steps, landing in a tangled heap.

Ashanda headed back to them. Kai had no choice but to follow.

The soldiers disentangled themselves. One limped away a couple of steps, wincing on a twisted ankle. The other simply bounded to his feet, looked around in wild-eyed panic, and fled toward the distant tunnel.

The other guard watched him, seemed to reconsider his own options, and with a hopping, painful bounce to his step, chased after his comrade.

Jordan called to them: "What're you doing? Help us!"

Uncle Crowe and the geologist stopped as the guards ran past.

Kowalski waved Painter and Chin on. "Go! I got this guy!"

He bent to pick Rafael off the ground. The Frenchman screamed as Kowalski lifted him. Both of the man's legs were canting at odd angles. Broken. Startled, Kowalski almost dropped him again, not expecting such injuries from a simple tumble.

But Rafael hung on with one arm. "Merci," he said, his brow pebbling with pained sweat. One hand palmed his ribs on that side, probably broken, too. He pointed his other arm, his eyes catching apologetically on Ashanda. Like Kai, he knew she wouldn't leave him.

"Go," he said, both to Kowalski and Ashanda.

They set off again.

Uncle Crowe and the geologist slowed enough not to leave the others totally behind. Kai's group gave chase, but that small delay may have doomed them all.

Less than a minute left.

"Run ahead!" Kai urged Jordan.

"No, I'll stay with you."

She feared for him. "Go, or we'll all get bottlenecked at that squeeze. Get there and get through. I'll be there. I promise."

Jordan wanted to stay, but he read the determination in Kai's eyes. "You'd better be!" he called back as he took off.

Kai looked over her shoulder. Kowalski was falling farther and farther behind, burdened by Rafael-who gasped and cried out every few steps, though he was clearly biting his tongue to keep from doing so.

Ashanda noted this, too.

The big woman finally fell back, taking Kai with her.

Oh no.

Ashanda scooped Rafael away from Kowalski and nodded to him to go.

He hesitated, but Kai waved him away with her free arm. They continued, moving faster. Kowalski led now, but Ashanda kept pace with him, even while carrying Rafael.

Uncle Crowe was waiting at the mouth of the tunnel. He wheeled his arm for them to hurry. "Twelve seconds!"

Kowalski eked out a bit more speed from his heavy legs and reached the tunnel.

"Get inside! Go as far down the tunnel as possible!"

Uncle Crowe rushed forward to Kai and the others. Trying to get them moving faster, he took Rafael and swung him bodily around like a rag doll. A bone snapped with an audible crack . A small cry escaped from the man, but nothing more.

"Seven seconds!"

Uncle Crowe pushed Rafael through the crack as if he were stuffing garbage down a chute. He then turned to Kai.

"Go!" she screamed, and rattled her cuff. "You're in the way! We have to go through together!"

He understood and flew into the tunnel. She doubted he even touched the walls.

"Five!" he called back.

Suddenly Kai was lifted off her feet, picked up by the shoulders, as Ashanda charged the choke point.

"Four!"

Kai twisted sideways as the woman shoved her through the crack. Rock scraped her back, her cheek.

"Three!"

She fell to her knees in the tunnel, wrenching her shoulder.

Rafael lay crumpled next to her. He held his arm out to her.

"Two!"

Ashanda pushed her large form into the crack-and stopped.

Rafael stared up at her, some understanding filling his eyes. "Don't, mon chaton noir ."

Kai didn't understand.

"One!"

Ashanda smiled softly as the world exploded behind her.

6:04 A.M.

Painter dove forward and shielded Kai with his body. The blast sounded like the end of the world, accompanied by the burst of a supernova from within the far cavern. Brightness blazed into the tunnel, piercing through the small gaps like a flurry of sodium lasers around the form of the woman who was jammed into the crack.

He pictured the volume of nanotech erupting, tearing a hole in the universe and collapsing the tunnel. But he also remembered the first explosion in the Utah mountains, how the concussive force of the blast was minor, killing only the anthropologist and none of the nearby witnesses.

That wasn't the true danger.

He rolled off Kai as the detonation echoed away and the blazing light dimmed back to darkness, leaving only traces burned into his retina. He blinked away the glare.

Kai sat up from where she'd been pinned down. "Ashanda..."

The woman hung limply in the crack, but she still breathed.

"Help her, please..." Rafael begged.

Painter stepped past Kai, who still remained tethered to the woman. Reaching up, careful of where he touched, he drew her out of the crack and let her weight pull her to the floor. He leaned her against the wall next to Rafael.

Moving back, he stared past the crack into the far chamber. Chin had returned and pointed his flashlight. It was unable to penetrate that darkness. A black fog seemed to fill the space: rock dust, smoke, and something Painter feared should never be in this world. The nano-nest. As some of it settled, he noted a deeper shadow back there, the mass of the ancient temple. But rather than growing clearer as the fog continued to dissipate, the dark shadow faded, dissolving away, as if it were an illusion.

A groan drew him back to the tunnel.

Ashanda's eyes fluttered open, her head lolled back, as she struggled to regain consciousness.

"She was trying to protect us," Kai said.

Painter suspected that her altruism was meant more for Rafael than for anyone else-but maybe not. Either way, they'd all benefited.

"She did protect us," he agreed.

Even now, he watched the woman's clothing on the side closest to the blast begin to lose color and drift down in flakes of fine ash. The dark skin beneath grew speckled as if it had been sprinkled with fine chalk-then those dots grew bigger, spreading, beginning to weep blood.

She was contaminated, whether by Chin's nanobots or some other corrosive process. Using her own body like a shield, she had blocked the rain of particulate corruption from reaching them.

But the tunnel would not be safe for long.

The choke point at the end had begun to crumble, the rock turning to sand and sifting away.

"It's happening much faster than in Utah," Chin said. "A nano-nest of this size will likely grow exponentially from here."

Painter pointed up the tunnel. "Grab Kowalski. You know what you have to do."

"Yes, sir." Still, Chin's eyes looked longingly at the sight of the process as it began to spread, eating its way through all matter, his expression at once fascinated and horrified. Then he shoved around and headed up, collecting the others and herding them ahead of him.

Only Jordan refused to comply. He slipped under the geologist's arm and came back down. "Are you okay?" he asked Kai.

She lifted her tethered arm.

Painter returned his attention to Rafael. "Give us the code for the handcuffs."

But the Frenchman's gaze remained fixed on his woman. She had regained a dazed, weak consciousness, her head leaning crookedly against the wall, staring back at him. Her breathing was shallow and rapid from pain. Blood flowed down her contaminated side, which was missing skin now, showing muscle.

"What have you done, Ashanda?" he murmured.

"Rafael, we need the code for the handcuffs."

The bastard seemed deaf to Painter's pleas, but Ashanda lifted her good arm a trembling fraction of an inch and let it drop, her desire clear.

Painter remained silent, knowing he could offer no better argument.