Infinity Breach. James Axler

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the breath she hadn’t realized that she had been holding. “It’s colossal,” she gasped.

      “See,” Kane said, “I’d have gone for big and maybe samey.”

      “It’s so beautiful,” Brigid continued, ignoring Kane’s remark.

      Still shielding his eyes, Grant stepped closer to Brigid, peeking at the display screen of the tracking device she held. “You think this is it, then?”

      “Oh, this is it, all right,” Brigid assured him, never turning her attention from the magnificent spires that jutted from the white landscape. “The secret laboratory of Abraham Flag.”

      Chapter 3

      The wind picked up again, and snow swirled around them as they stood there, admiring what little they could see of the fantastical structure. After a few seconds, Kane turned to Brigid, who still stood with her mouth agape as she admired the magnificent spires of the buried building.

      “I think we’d better find a way inside, Baptiste,” he told her, “before my, er, frozen assets fall off.”

      “What?” She turned to him, mystified. “Sorry, Kane, I was just…”

      “It is beautiful,” Kane agreed. “But let’s not wait to see what it looks like inside. That’s why we came here, isn’t it?”

      Brigid nodded. “It is going to be very exciting seeing what’s inside there,” she said as she jogged forward, leading the way. “I can feel it.”

      Kane followed the red-haired woman, while Grant brought up the rear, as she compared the electronic readout she held to the structure around her. Brigid’s instrument held a portable sonar device, as well as a computer memory containing the plans that they had found for Flag’s so-called Laboratory of the Incredible. The plans had been discovered among other sensitive information that had been held as encrypted files on a computer drive that Kane, Brigid and Grant had found on a mission in North Dakota a few months previously. The computer had contained a wealth of military information dating back over two hundred years to the final days of the twentieth century, before the nukecaust of 2001 had changed everything. Decrypting the files was proving to be a laborious process, teasing out the information one tiny thread at a time. The first useful file to be decrypted from the North Dakota hard drive had contained information relating to a secret weapons project near the Russian-Georgian border. The weapon, code named the Death Cry, promised to be of devastating use against a race of alien invaders called the Annunaki, who had been manipulating the human race since their earliest days. However, a confluence of events upon finding the Death Cry had resulted in the device going off in a level of the quantum plane generally reserved for matter transfer, though thankfully not a plane that the Cerberus team accessed.

      The scientists working at Cerberus had continued in their endeavors to decrypt further files from the database in the hopes of finding something else that might be of use against the Annunaki. Their latest discovery had been the incomplete schematics to a fabled research laboratory from the 1920s. The Laboratory of the Incredible had been the rumored workplace of Abraham Flag, an adventurer and explorer of some renown, whose exploits had abruptly halted on All Saints’ Day, 1931. A master of many scientific fields, Flag had been conducting research that was years—decades even—beyond that of his contemporaries. However, he had chosen to keep many of his remarkable discoveries to himself and, upon his disappearance, a persistent rumor had it that the man’s fortresslike laboratory contained numerous treasures, from nuclear reactors to a functioning cell phone that required no broadcasting network for its operability. The truth of these rumors had, to Brigid’s knowledge, never been proved, but clearly Flag’s hidden Antarctic retreat had been a matter of some concern to the U.S. military.

      Guided by the information from the North Dakota data base, the Cerberus field team had traveled to the Antarctic and pinpointed the Laboratory of the Incredible as best they could. Only here, on the ground, was the enormity of the structure becoming apparent.

      Kane, Grant and Brigid spent almost an hour searching the immediate area, looking for a point of entry into the strange construction, but other than the spires and bumps, there seemed to be nothing but deep snow.

      “I think it got buried,” Brigid announced after they had spent a full twenty minutes just trekking around the perimeter of upthrust spires.

      Kane looked at her, his brow furrowed.

      In reply, Brigid shrugged. “It’s been here a long time,” she said. “The natural weather patterns cover everything with snow over time.” As she said it, she unconsciously shook her head, and settling snow fell from her ponytail of bright red hair.

      “Guess we’re making our own entrance,” Kane decided, producing a compact tool kit from inside his Arctic jacket. The tool kit was roughly the length of Kane’s forearm, and it featured a weatherproof pouch of soft leather that snapped together so that it could be placed snugly into the inside pocket of his jacket. The kit contained several compact tools, including a lock pick, a glass cutter and a digital lock jammer.

      As the wind and snow blew about them, Kane pulled out a handheld buzz saw and snapped together an acetylene torch from the leather pouch. Then he set about finding a place to start working, with Grant and Brigid dogging his footsteps.

      As Kane selected a mound from which one of the curious icelike spires protruded, Grant turned to Brigid and asked why anyone would design a building that needed to be constantly dug out of the snow.

      Brigid shrugged. “Maybe the owner preferred it that way,” she suggested. “Abraham Flag was, by all accounts, a fascinating and unique individual. He liked his privacy.”

      “So Lakesh was saying back at the base,” Grant responded, recalling the briefing that the Cerberus team leader, Mohandas Lakesh Singh, had given them prior to dispatching the Manta craft. “But what’s the big deal about all this anyhow?”

      “If that military record was correct,” Brigid explained, referring to the coded file they had found on the North Dakota computer, “there’s a strong possibility that Flag gained control of an ancient Annunaki artifact. It’s that artifact that caused him to go into hiding.”

      “What sort of artifact?” Grant asked, brushing snow from his sleeve.

      “A weapon,” Brigid said.

      “What kind of weapon?” Grant asked. “A nuke?”

      “Well, what kind of weapon does a god carry?” Brigid replied enigmatically.

      “A lightning bolt,” Kane growled, not bothering to look up from his work at the mound, “if what we found Marduk using in Greece is anything to go by.”

      “We’ll see,” Brigid said diplomatically.

      Kane’s eyes met with hers and Grant’s for just a moment, and the hint of a smile crossed his lips. “I’m saying lightning bolt,” Kane said. “Anyone care to take a bet?”

      “Kane…” Brigid began, her expression frosty.

      “Giant hammer,” Grant cried, snapping his fingers. “I say it’s a great big hammer with a handle as tall as Brigid. A hammer that can…knock down mountains.”

      Kane laughed. “Sure, that’s likely,” he said, an edge of sarcasm to his tone.

      “You never heard of Thor?” Grant snapped back.

      “Whatever.” Kane laughed. “I’ll take the bet.

      “Baptiste?” he prompted.

      Brigid shook her head, her ponytail of vibrant red hair whipping about her with the rising wind. “I can’t really…”

      Brigid offered a resigned sigh. “Okay. I say it’s a…dagger.”

      “A dagger?” Kane repeated dubiously, while Grant worked beside him, hefting the hunk of reinforced glass away. The hunk of glass was large, almost as tall as Grant himself and it clearly weighed a great deal. Yet Grant seemed


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