Part 19 (1/2)

He struggled to breathe, barely able to expand his lungs. He flattened himself spread-eagle on the ground. The pressure on every square inch of his body was enormous; as though an entire herd of elephants had decided to sit on him all at once.

He had been hit by a gravity wave!

Ryan used every ounce of his strength to pull his cheek off the ground and glance ahead for just a moment. He saw that Carl was pinned to the ground as well, along with Chris and the two sisters. Alyssa's pained face, flattened like a pancake on the floor, was the last thing Ryan saw as he lost the battle to keep his head upright and his eyelids open.

Ryan tried crawling toward the door to the Prometheus bunker, but moving even an inch was a mighty struggle, and after traveling only a yard or two he was too exhausted to continue.

His only chance was to find another seam to the fourth dimension. A dimension that wouldn't be affected the same by gravity's distortion of s.p.a.ce. The crystal in his pocket had failed to protect him by itself. He concentrated for all he was worth and tried to recreate the feelings he had when the Hauler was about to hit him, and when he had pa.s.sed through the Isis s.h.i.+eld.

Nothing.

He continued to concentrate, straining to his absolute limit.

Still nothing. His gravity hadn't changed at all.

After five minutes of trying he was forced to give up.

This time his theory had been wrong. He was just as susceptible to the gravity effect as was everyone else.

Which meant there was nothing he could do but stay where he was, totally helpless, and await whatever might happened next.

CHAPTER 31.

Deadly Encounter

Ryan wasn't sure how long he was pinned there. He had to use every ounce of his energy just to continue breathing. His heart was straining but somehow managed to pump blood through his body.

He felt duct tap being applied to his mouth, but he was unable to find the strength to open his eyes. If he had to guess, he would say that twenty minutes had pa.s.sed since the wave had hit.

And then the crus.h.i.+ng pressure was removed. Mercifully, between one instant and the next, gravity returned to normal. Ryan was exhausted and felt as if his muscles had been put through a meat tenderizer, but after experiencing many times the force of gravity for so long his ordinary weight had never felt so light. He rolled onto his back and opened his eyes.

Mich.e.l.le Cooper towered above him, bathed in the eerie, pulsing glow of the Enigma Cube, which she was holding lightly at her side. The smaller cube in its center was spinning less furiously than it had when Ryan had seen it before and the indentations s.p.a.ced out along the edges of the outer cube now glowed in a rainbow of colors, each piercingly bright, with unearthly sharpness and clarity. The pulsing alien energy that they had somehow been able to sense before seemed tamer now, possibly because it was no longer powering the million-fold increase in gravity required to maintain the Cube at a weight of 200,000 pounds. Even so, the object still radiated what seemed like impossibly pure, concentrated light and was as hypnotic as ever.

Mich.e.l.le Cooper was not alone. The five mercenary soldiers who had accompanied her ordered Ryan, Carl and the two girls to their feet. The mouths of all four of them had already been sealed with duct tape and they were now expertly bound as well. The mercs ignored Chris Malcolm who was still pinned to the floor by many times the normal force of gravity. Even though his eyes were shut tightly, Mich.e.l.le was careful to stay out of his line of sight in case he managed to reopen them, and she remained silent so he wouldn't recognize her voice.

Alyssa and Kelsey squirmed against their bonds and yelled outraged questions at their mother-questions that were turned into m.u.f.fled gibberish by the duct tape-while their eyes practically bulged from their sockets, expressing a horror and an anguish that only a profound betrayal could elicit. This was insane! Their mother was obviously no longer a hostage, so what was she doing? Why wasn't she acknowledging her own daughters? Why was she allowing this to happen?

Mich.e.l.le Cooper stared at them callously, without the slightest hint of compa.s.sion, and then turned away as if they were of no further concern. Ryan saw the intense hurt this caused in every line of their faces and would have given anything to at least explain to them why their mother was acting this way, but there was nothing he could do.

The four prisoners were marched to two white SUVs parked outside of the building, their doors still open. Ryan and Carl were pushed into the back seat of one of the two vehicles while Alyssa and Kelsey were pushed into the other.

They drove through the woods for ten minutes, the going slow, until they reached a two-story wooden cabin with a modern satellite dish on its roof, which looked decidedly out of place. The cabin faced a tiny lake on one side and was surrounded by numerous trees on the other. The structure was totally isolated, probably for dozens and dozens of acres in all directions.

Carl and Ryan were ushered up wooden steps into one room while Alyssa and Kelsey were locked in another.

The cabin may have been rustic on the outside, but inside it was well appointed with a modern kitchen, a large plasma television and several laptop computers. Ryan's hands were freed and he was shoved onto a high-backed wooden chair. His ankles were bound a foot apart and he was loosely tied to the chair with rope, his arms at his sides. Carl was pushed into a standing position next to him, still bound as before.

”Go back to base camp and await my instructions,” Mich.e.l.le Cooper ordered the mercenaries now that the prisoners had been dealt with to her specifications.

All five mercs exited the cabin and drove off in one of the two SUVs. Only Mich.e.l.le Cooper, her two daughters, Ryan and Carl remained.

”On your stomach, Colonel!” commanded Mich.e.l.le icily, holding the Cube suggestively in front of her. Its brilliant luminosity made the brightly lighted room seem murky and drab by comparison.

Carl eyed Mich.e.l.le and calculated his chances of mounting a successful attack. Even bound as he was he was skilled enough in combat to overpower her, but she was smart and was carefully maintaining a safe distance away. He had no other choice but to lower himself to the floor as instructed, knowing his risk of injury was far less if he was already pressed to the ground when the Enigma Cube was activated rather than collapsing there.

Mich.e.l.le pointed the Cube at Carl and touched a small indentation on its edge that glowed a vivid blue. He was instantly pressed even further into the floor as if an invisible steamroller had parked on his back.

Mich.e.l.le walked over to Ryan and yanked the tape from his mouth as hard as she could. Ryan thought his lips would come off in the process.

”Ryan Resnick,” she said in disdain. ”My least favorite kid in the world. I'm going to leave your gravity alone for now. Because you and I need to have a little talk.”

Mich.e.l.le Cooper pulled up a chair and faced him from five feet away. She put the cube on the floor by her side and glared at him. Ryan's eyes were drawn to the Cube but he forced himself to look away and into the blazing blue eyes of the woman in front of him. ”I stranded you at the center of the galaxy,” she spat. ”And even this didn't get you out of my hair.” She shook her head in disbelief. ”You have a lot of questions to answer.”

”I'll answer them all,” said Ryan. ”Honestly and completely. If you'll answer a few of mine.”

Mich.e.l.le laughed maliciously. ”Oh, I know you'll answer my questions, Ryan. But let's be very clear: this is not a negotiation.” She lifted the Enigma Cube and pointed one of its twelve edges toward Ryan. ”I touch this yellow indentation and your body collapses in on itself. Like a grape being hit with a sledgehammer.”

She put the Cube down but continued to glare at him. ”My mercenary friends finally told me about finding a kid coming out of Proact. From their physical description and the way you managed to escape, I had no doubt that it was you they had discovered. Which is impossible! The first thing I did after stranding you and the others on Isis was to incapacitate everyone inside Prometheus. So who rescued you?” she demanded.

Ryan told her the same story he had told Carl. That he had been helped by a safety feature of the Isis s.h.i.+eld.

She considered him for a long moment, as if weighing his story. ”I have no choice but to believe you. There's no other way you could have gotten through the barrier.” She shook her head in disgust. ”You truly are the luckiest person who ever lived.”

At that moment Ryan didn't feel so lucky, but he remained silent.

”How did my daughters get involved?”

Ryan told her the truth, leaving nothing out.

”How were you able to see through my deception,” she asked next. ”How did you realize Nathaniel was a decoy?”

Ryan's eyes widened. So it wasn't just a coincidence that she had captured them when she had. But how could she have known Ryan and Carl were on to her. Ryan had just figured it out and they had not told anyone.

Mich.e.l.le read Ryan's surprised expression. ”You're wondering how I knew that I'd been discovered,” she guessed. ”Aren't you? Well, I'll tell you. After the city was mine, I planted bugs inside the headquarters of Prometheus and Proact security, inside the cavern, and inside the Prometheus elevator. To spy on all the idiots hunting Nathaniel.” She grinned icily. ”I bought this cabin last month. It appealed to me to hide right under your noses and keep Proact in range of the Cube. Close enough to take over again at a moment's notice if I had to.” She smiled again, very pleased with herself. ”Which turned out to be the case.”

Ryan searched his memory to determine just what she had overheard. He had been in Prometheus security headquarters but had only spoken when he was in Carl's office. And she couldn't have planted a bug there. It had been locked securely while Carl was away.

So she had only heard them talking in the cavern and the elevator. In the cavern they had discussed her probable strategy. In the elevator, Carl had said he wanted to tell Mich.e.l.le's daughters that she was behind everything before telling anyone else.