“Um . . . what?” Duck said.
“Like when they rescue miners,” Sam said. “They drill a shaft down to the original shaft.”
“Um . . . what?” Duck repeated.
Quinn explained to an obviously baffled Caine, “It seems Duck has the power to sink right down through the ground.”
“I don’t really think I’m . . . ,” Duck said.
“He can control his density,” Brianna confirmed. “That’s why I could carry him here. It was like carrying a backpack. But with more wind resistance.”
“He drills,” Sam said. “We go in. You’ve been down there, haven’t you, Caine? Is there a place where—” A spasm of pain rocked him so hard, he seemed to lose consciousness for a minute.
“Guys, I don’t really . . . ,” Duck said.
“Don’t you want to be a hero?” Quinn asked.
“No,” Duck said honestly.
“Yeah, me neither,” Quinn admitted. “But, Edilio, he’s a hero. He’s the real thing. And, Sam . . . well, I don’t have to tell you what Sam has done for all of us.” Quinn took Duck’s arm and said, “We need you, Duck. Only you. Only you can do this.”
“Dude, I mean, I want to help, but . . .”
“You get the next fish I catch,” Quinn said.
“Not if I’m buried alive,” Duck argued.
“Fried. Fried up so tender and flavorful.”
“You can’t buy me with food,” Duck huffed. “I . . . I want a swimming pool, too.”
FORTY-FOUR
7 MINUTES
THE MINE SHAFT was collapsed.
Lana stood facing a wall of debris. And for a fleeting moment, she felt hope that this, at last, spelled the end of the monster that had enslaved her.
But from that wall, the battered, blunted end of the fuel rod protruded.
The billions of crystals that were all the body the gaiaphage had swarmed over the spilled uranium pellets.
Lana felt the gaiaphage’s anticipation, its rush of bliss. The fear of destruction drained from the creature. And for a while, Lana’s mind was almost her own as the gaiaphage reveled in its dark joy.
It was no blessing recovering her senses. Lana knew now beyond any doubt that it had been she who had pulled the trigger and shot Edilio. She who had failed to blow up the cave. She who had allowed this to happen.
Too weak.
A fool, easily manipulated into delivering herself into the service of the monster. Too weak to resist it.
And as it grew stronger, as its fear ebbed, it would reach into her mind again and use her power to build the body that would emerge from this lair. Burying the creature would not stop it. It would create the body that could tunnel its way out, the cunningly designed monster-within-monster nesting doll that could never be killed.
She was the key now. Lana knew that. The tunnel had been shut with a tremendous crash that would seal the gaiaphage in unless she gave it the key to escape.
Only her own death could stop it.
Her will was too weak. Her only hope was delay. The uranium, surely it would kill her. Surely it would destroy her if she did nothing to heal herself.
But would it happen quickly enough?
And would the gaiaphage know what was happening to her and force her to save herself? Did the creature understand that its food was her death?
Duck stood on the hillside. He was a hundred feet or so above the mine shaft. They had made a guess, hoping that this would position him above what Caine said was a wide subterranean chamber.
All guesswork, of course. If Duck didn’t eventually fall into an open chamber, he would have to do it again. And again.
Quinn was all but carrying Sam, holding him up with his arms as Sam endured wave after wave of pain.
“The morphine is wearing off,” Sam said. “Hurry.”
Caine stood ready. Brianna had run off to fetch rope. But when she returned she had fallen to her knees and vomited violently, heaving up nothing.
“Have to do this now,” Sam said. He was panting. Holding on by his fingernails.
“Do it, Duck,” Quinn urged.
They were all waiting for him. Looking to him. So many lives on the line, and they were looking to him. To Duck Zhang.
“Oh, man. It better be really good fish,” Duck said.
And then he was falling through the ground. Falling and falling, and waving his arms as he went, tunneling through rock as if it were no thicker than pudding.
Falling and flailing, falling and flailing. Knowing he would be able to float back up and out into the air, but not 100 percent sure. Mostly. Not totally sure. Maybe this time—
Duck slipped suddenly as he fell through the ceiling of the mine shaft. He stopped his fall only after sinking two feet into the mine shaft’s floor.
Duck breathed a sigh of relief. He was not in a wide, open chamber, just in a narrow mine shaft. A miracle he’d hit it.
He wondered if there were bats in here. Well, judging by the scared looks of all the others up above, there was something much worse down here. So maybe bats wouldn’t be a bad thing. Maybe bats would be a good sign.
“Okay!” he yelled up.
No answer.
“Okay! I’m down!” he shouted as loud as he could.
A rope uncoiled and dropped.
Caine was first. He landed gently, using his own power to cushion the drop.
“Dark down here,” Caine said. He yelled up the shaft. “Okay, brother: jump.”
Light shone blindingly bright down the shaft Duck had made. Like eerie sunlight coming through a chink in a shutter.