looked down at his useless legs. “They sent their new attack dog after me—Stikes. My people got me to safety, but only after I had been shot. I was lucky to survive.”
“They tried to kill you?”
“They tried to destroy me, in every way. My life, my reputation, my business were all attacked. I was turned into a criminal without trial.”
“I know how that feels,” said Eddie.
“And you know what it is like to be on the run, Mr. Chase.”
“Yeah. I didn’t have my own personal submarine to use as a hideout, though.” He waved a disparaging hand at the vessel around them. “Only way you could be any more like a Bond villain is if you had a white cat.”
“It was the only place I could hide from the Group. I’m a businessman, not a soldier—my survival skills are in very different fields from yours. But even from here, I have been able to continue working against the Group. One of my subsidiary companies operates a Spanish fishing fleet; we surface and take on supplies from its trawlers out at sea.”
“And when you surface, you also give orders to your people, right?” said Nina in a cold voice. “Orders like Kill Nina Wilde.”
Glas nodded. “But that order can now be rescinded. All you have to do is one thing.”
“Destroy the statues.”
“Yes. Without them, the Group will not be able to find the meteorite. And without the meteorite, they cannot carry out their plan. Humanity’s freedom will be protected.”
“It still leaves a bunch of powerful arseholes in control, though,” Eddie observed.
“But at least it will be possible to resist them.”
“So we destroy the statues,” said Nina. “Then what? Warden and his buddies will be kinda mad at us.”
“They will. But in the end, they are businessmen and -women. Greed holds no grudges. Their time is too important to be wasted on revenge. No, they will not be pleased, but they will soon move on to other plans.”
“And what about you?” asked Eddie. “You just going to cruise around underwater admiring your stamp collection for the rest of your life?”
A momentary twinge of Sophia’s expression, quickly hidden, suggested that the idea was not one she relished, but Glas’s own intentions were clearer. “I intend to resist, Mr. Chase. Whatever the Group is doing, I will do what I can to oppose it.”
“How will you know what it’s doing?” said Nina.
“Some of their sources are also my sources. I may be in a wheelchair, but I am not yet out of the game.” He brought himself closer to the couple. “So, what will you do?”
“I think … destroying the statues looks like the only option,” said Nina reluctantly. Eddie nodded in agreement.
“Good. In that case, I shall return you to the surface. I assume the statues are hidden in New York?”
“That’s right,” said Eddie.
“I will have one of my people there as a witness when you destroy them. After that, our business will be concluded. If you wish, I will compensate you for the trouble I have caused you.”
“I don’t want your money,” Nina said angrily.
Eddie shrugged. “A bit might be nice …”
“But I’ll tell you who does deserve it,” she continued, remembering what had happened in the ruins of Atlantis. “The families of the people your men killed today. There were three people in the submarine they blew up, and another one in—Matt!” she cried, suddenly hopeful. “Does this sub have sonar?”
The air in the Sharkdozer’s cabin had become foul, hanging hot and heavy in the confined space. Even the intake of cleaner atmosphere from the Mako had ultimately made little difference.
Matt was slumped in the pilot’s seat, breathing slowly and shallowly. But he knew his efforts to prolong his life were pointless. The ballast slab was still entangled by the mangled skids, trapping him eight hundred feet down, the meager dregs of energy left in the batteries nowhere near enough to haul the heavy submersible back to the surface. A design flaw, he thought groggily, engineer to the last. Next time I’ll use iron shot, not a slab …
But there wouldn’t be a next time. One by one, even the red warning lights on the instrument panels were going out, insufficient voltage remaining to keep their accusing glows alive. This was it: death in the darkness of the ocean he had spent his life exploring. Suppose it was inevitable it’d end this way … He felt a tear swelling in the corner of one eye, but no longer even had the