David Sakmyster - The Mongol Objective

Murderer, they said, and Alexander shuddered again.

It was his fault. Not just Hiltmeyer, but worse. His mother. She was gone because of him. He never told her, never hinted about what he was doing in their basement. So loyal to his father, he had made promises. And then she had come down, totally unprepared. It should have been Montross and him burnt to a crisp.

But instead, his mother was gone. The guilt was crushing, weighing him down.

When he turned, he discovered he had lost track of Montross and Nina. They were somewhere up ahead, lost in the deepening shadows.

But which path? He saw their lights, bobbing there to the side, approaching the mausoleum, which seemed larger now, more immense than he could have guessed. But he couldn’t find the path they had taken.

He was about to call out when something trembled again from the interior archway of the nearest tower. A glowing shape flickered, and for a moment it took on a familiar form. He turned, stepped onto a cobbled walkway, different from the others, then proceeded over a bridge. His flashlight cut through the shadows ahead, spearing through the arched corridor. His footsteps quickened, along with his pulse.

And then he was through the tunnel, approaching the tower’s base and heading for a white-robed figure standing there. Her dress caught in the flashlight’s beam, scattered it like a swarm of fireflies. Her face was lost in a blur of blinding light, but her arms, formerly at her side, stretched out for him.

He skidded to a stop, only ten feet away. Shielded his eyes and flicked off the flashlight. “Mom?”

He blinked over and over and rubbed his eyes. Took a step forward and in a moment of clarity he saw her face, saw her shining green eyes and playful smile. The smile she always had ready for him after a summer away with his father, a smile that released all the heartache and fear she had endured in his absence, letting it all out before a huge bear-hugging embrace.

You’re not alone, she whispered, and the words echoed in his mind.

But then, as he reached for her “Alexander!”

An iron hand clasped upon his shoulder and drew him back. He cried out, reaching, only to have the image of his mother burst into flames, swirl into a maelstrom of light, and then vanish.

“No!”

He was spun around, tucked into a chest and hugged. “Easy, kid. There’s nothing there. You’re safe.”

“Mom…”

Montross pulled away, but still clasped him about the shoulders, searching his eyes. “You saw your mother?”

Tears rambling down his cheeks, Alexander nodded and glanced back to the shadows in the empty doorway. Montross aimed his light there and Nina, just arriving, did the same. She walked ahead and scoped out the interior, shining a light above and around. She turned, shook her head.

“She was there,” Alexander said.

“I believe you. At least that you saw her.” Montross pulled him back. “Don’t fight it. Visions of our lost loved ones come with the psychic membership card.”

Alexander wiped his eyes.

“Come on, kid. Sorry we lost you back there. Stick close this time.” Montross stared into his eyes. “We’re almost done. Just help us out a little longer, okay?”

Alexander hung his head. Then raised his eyes and looked around the city basking in the dying light. “Are you sure we’ll make it out of here alive? With my dad?”

“Not sure of anything, kid. Except what happens to me. But I’ll tell you this, stick close to me and you’ll be all right, because I’ve seen every permutation of what’s coming my way. You remember asking how many times I’ve beaten Death?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, remember that. I can outsmart it over and over, all these petty attempts upon my life. These little ones I’m not worried about.”

Alexander frowned. “Then what are you worried about? If you can see everything that might kill you, what do you need the Emerald Tablet for? What-?” His eyes widened knowingly. “Oh, is it something else, like cancer? Is that it?”

Montross held up his hand as he started back the way they had come, with Nina moving Alexander along. “It’s not cancer.”

“You told me I wouldn’t understand.”

“That’s right.”

“I bet I would. I want to know.” Alexander fiddled with his flashlight as he dragged his feet behind Montross. “I saved your life, by the way. Did you see that before it happened?”

“Nope,” he said. “Most likely because you were already on the path to save me, so I didn’t need to change anything.”

“Still, I saved you. The least you can do is tell me why. What it is you’re trying to do, why-” He stopped moving, and Nina walked right into him, almost knocking him down. “Why is my mother dead? Tell me that much.”

Montross turned and gave him a look of tired sympathy.

“I can’t tell you because if I did, you couldn’t handle it. I need you sharp. And if I tell you, you won’t be able to function. Fear would crush your confidence, and your abilities would wither away to uselessness.”

Alexander shook his head. “Fine, then. I’ll guess.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“All right, I won’t guess. I’ll view it. For real.” He stopped and closed his eyes, furrowed his brow.

But then Nina slapped his face, hard. “No! Stay with us. No more trances until we get to the mausoleum.”

She shoved him along, grumbling, but he knew he’d hit a nerve, and he knew they were afraid. Afraid he could see their plans.

And that filled him with just enough confidence to try.

They approached the centerpiece of the city, the grand blue-tinted dome situated over an octagonal building the size of a football field. So immense, Nina could scarcely imagine what it contained, or how it had been fashioned down here, so far from the light. Such a feat of marvelous engineering. Like everything in this city. But already she knew one thing for sure would be inside, besides the body of Genghis Khan.

If Montross’s plan didn’t work, her body would soon be joining his.

Still, she was grateful his attention had been diverted from questioning his past, but she knew he’d come back to it soon. It was a secret she couldn’t keep from him much longer.

As if he had read her mind, Montross slowed before the entranceway, then turned. He held up the Emerald Tablet so the eight-foot-tall arched door glowed in the aquamarine radiance. An ancient script appeared, scrawled over the top like a rainbow. But he ignored it. Instead, he sat, pulled out his pad of paper from his pack, set the tablet down and picked up a pencil.

“Sketch time. Alexander, you may want to join me. Nina, pick one of us to tag along with. We’ve got some targets to view and a little time before my brother shows his face.”

Nina gasped, and Alexander just frowned. “Your brother?”

Montross smiled at him. “I’m just going in to confirm it now, but given Nina’s reaction and my sudden affinity for you, kid, I’m fairly certain I’m your uncle. Half-uncle at least.”

Nina lowered her head. “I–I wanted to wait till I was sure.”

Alexander froze wide-eyed. “I’ve been dreaming about brothers. Before a door under that Sphinx thing. And one of them-”

Montross’s face lit up. “Yes…?”

“One brother,” Alexander said, “can open the door with the right keys.”

“Now I know,” Montross said with a wide grin. “My father… I was so blind, not realizing I had a higher connection to all this.”

“So that’s why you’re psychic,” Alexander said excitedly. “Like my father and me.”

“And one more,” said Nina. “A third brother. My guess is he’s the one pulling the FBI’s strings in this venture.”

Montross nodded. “I’ll check it out, now that I know the right questions to ask. Meanwhile, you and Alexander need to figure out this door.” He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and grabbed his pencil.