Steve Alten - The Mayan Resurrection

The wind is howling so loud, the rain beating on the exterior with such force that communication is impossible. Only the former president knows where they are going, and he refuses to say.

After ninety minutes of steady driving, they exit the Smart-way interstate and snake their way through streets flooded with ocean and rain.

Twenty minutes later, the vehicle abruptly stops.

The rain has eased, the wind turning to a high-pitched whistle, as if they are parked in a tunnel.

Immanuel presses his face to the bulletproof glass. Through the foggy window he sees a brick wall. ‘Wait a second… I know this place.’

Chaney checks his watch. ‘You should. It’s one of the emergency vehicle passageways at the MTI Bowl.’ He taps Kurtz on the shoulder. ‘The eye of the storm should be passing over us any moment. When it does, pop the gate and drive us straight onto the field.’

‘Yes, sir.’

Immanuel’s heart races. Jacob’s orchestrating something… but what?

Lauren stares at him as if they’ve just met. ‘You should have told me… Manny.’

‘I couldn’t. Try to understand, it was a lifetime ago, it’s not who I am.’

‘I don’t know who you are anymore. Do you even love me?’

‘Lauren-’

The wind stops howling.

Ryan Beck steps out of the vehicle, aims his laser rifle, and blasts open the locked gate. Kurtz guides the limo up the concrete ramp, using the vehicle’s reinforced front bumper to bash through the unhinged iron doors.

The limousine climbs a river of water, then drives onto the flooded football field.

Kurtz maneuvers to the fifty yard line and parks. Moments later, the rain stops and the wind ceases blowing. Wisps of blue sky and sunshine warm the drenched field.

They are within the very eye of the storm.

Everyone climbs out of the car, sloshing in calf-deep water.

Lauren looks toward the heavens. ‘How is this possible? How did you know the cyclone’s eye would pass directly over this spot?’

Immanuel Gabriel’s insides are trembling, his mind screaming at him to run, to get the hell out of this stadium while he still can.

‘Look!’ Kurtz points to the approaching western eye wall.

An object has emerged from the foreboding lead gray vortex, the sun’s rays shimmering off the mirrorlike gold panels of its dagger-shaped bow.

The Balam…

Immanuel drops to his knees, hyperventilating as he recalls Jacob’s words. ‘… the wormhole’s closest mouth will pass outside Mars in a week. To rendezvous in time means we’ll have to leave Earth’s orbit in ninety-eight hours.’

The Guardian’s starship hovers high over the flooded field, then descends, its landing gear splashing onto the flooded field with a walloping thud, its dissipating force field sending waves rippling in every direction.

Ryan Beck is supporting Dominique, who is close to fainting.

Lauren stares at the object, slack-jawed, then spins around to face her fiance. ‘The Popol Vuh… the legend of the Hero Twins! All this time you knew… you knew you’d be leaving me!’

‘It’s his destiny.’ Jacob descends from a ramp located beneath the starship, Dr. Mohr in tow. Seeing his wife, the teary-eyed NASA scientist slogs through the flooded field and hugs her.

Jacob stares hard at Chaney, his azure eyes violet with anger. ‘I was very specific. The girl wasn’t supposed to be here.’

‘Don’t blame me,’ rasps the former president. ‘Your brother insisted.’

The white-haired twin turns to his brother. ‘Say your good-byes, Manny. We have to board the Balam before the eye passes.’

‘I’m not going,’ Immanuel states.

‘You have no choice.’

‘He said he’s not going,’ Lauren says, stepping in between them.

Jacob ignores her. ‘Manny, you must trust me, there’s nothing for you here. Even if you did stay, Lilith Mabus would hunt you down, and all would be lost.’

‘No.’

‘Then you leave me no choice.’ Jacob slips into the nexus and grabs his twin from behind, subduing him in a full nelson as he forcibly drags him toward the starship.

Immanuel enters the zone, struggling against his overpowering foe. ‘Let… me… go-’

‘For once in your life, trust me!’

‘No!’

‘Humanity’s future depends upon you fulfilling your destiny-’

‘You’re wrong! I wasn’t meant to go! Lauren loves me!’

‘Lauren’s as good as dead.’

‘What?’ A tsunami of rage washes over Immanuel, drenching his muscles with adrenaline. Whirling around, he grabs Jacob’s head in his hands, drops to one knee, and flips his brother over his shoulder, slamming him onto the flooded turf.

Both Hunahpu tumble free from the nexus.

Dominique reaches into the fray, separating her two sons. ‘Jacob, stop! Leave him be. Manny… my God, Manny, your eyes!’

Jacob stares at his twin. Immanuel’s irises are radiating a striking azure blue, just like his own. ‘It’s happening. He’s changing-turning full Hunahpu. Manny, everything will become clear to you soon, but we have to hurry if we have any hope of rescuing Mick.’

‘Mick’s alive?’ Dominique grabs Jacob by his shoulders. ‘How do you know? How can you be sure?’

Immanuel takes Lauren’s hand. ‘Jake claims he speaks to him.’

‘You’ve been speaking with your father? How? Why didn’t you tell me?!’

Jacob glances over his shoulder at the approaching eye wall. ‘We don’t have time for this, we have to hurry. The Balam ’s force field can’t manipulate the storm much longer.’

‘You hurry, I’m not going anywhere.’

‘Manny, our destiny’s on Xibalba!’

‘Yours, not mine. I was meant to stay behind. Think about it. The Balam should have opened for me, but it didn’t.’

‘You weren’t full Hunahpu then.’

‘Neither was Mick, but it opened for him.’

‘We don’t have time for this nonsense.’ Jacob turns to Kurtz. ‘Salt, stun him!’

Kurtz shakes his head. ‘Manny said he wants to stay. It’s his choice.’

‘Pep-’

‘Back off, Jake. Let the kid choose.’

Jacob approaches his brother, becoming desperate. ‘Manny, listen-please, it takes two people to resurrect our father and save the Nephilim. I can’t do it alone.’

‘Then take me instead,’ Dominique demands.

‘Mother-’

‘I said, take me!’

‘Impossible.’

‘Impossible? Don’t you tell me impossible! I’ve kowtowed to your every whim for twenty years. I’ve dedicated my life to you and this… this Mayan mythology, all in the hopes of seeing Mick again. Now you’re going to take me to see him!’

*

Collin Shelby hurries through a river of rainwater streaming down the tunnel’s concrete incline. He stays close to the brick wall, remaining in the shadows, as he scans the group of people in the scope of his XE-29 sniper rifle.

Isolated at midfield… like shooting ducks on a pond. Uh-oh… what’s this? He focuses on the three EMP suits worn by the two bodyguards and one of the women. Have to use the tungsten rounds.

Shelby loads a tungsten dart into the chamber of his rifle, then switches the trigger from taser fire to explosive bullets. Unlike old-fashioned bullets, these lethal projectiles contain the latest biocide, nanoswarm EPI-46, a fast-spreading, human flesh-consuming agent. Any contact ensures a lethal strike.

The UMBRA assassin steadies himself as he aims the crosshairs of his scope.

‘Think about it, Jake,’ Immanuel pleads. ‘For six years you’ve been devising strategies for defeating the Xibalban sentry, and you’ve never won. Didn’t it ever occur to you that they know we’re coming, too?’

Jacob stares at his twin, pondering the thought.