Fear (Gone 5)

“Yes, Sergeant. I do.”

“You understand that any violation will result in criminal prosecution?”

The word “will” had been emphasized, and not subtly.

“I believe I’m getting the message, Sarge.”

The sergeant smiled. “They keep a very tight lid. Report to building oh-one-four. Your driver will know where it is.”

The driver did.

Building 014 was half a mile from the rest of the camp, which put it a full mile away from the dome wall. It was a vast, hangar-style tin structure. Huge and imposing. It was painted the color of the surrounding desert.

Darius hefted his tool bag and was met at the door by an MP. One more ID check. Then Darius stepped inside the hangar.

What he saw made him stare. A half dozen trucks filled with dirt. A tower that looked like it had been assembled from leftover bits and pieces of a suspension bridge or maybe the Eiffel Tower.

The MP took him to a civilian in a construction worker’s helmet and handed him off. The civilian shook his hand and identified himself as “Charlie. Just Charlie. Sorry to drag you out here, but our head HVAC mechanic is on maternity leave, and her assistant managed to break an ankle surfing. You’re not claustrophobic, are you?”

The question surprised Darius. “Why?”

“Because we are going deep. The unit we need you to look at is a blower at kilometer six.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means we’re going two miles down, my friend. Two clicks straight down and four clicks south. Kilometer six.”

Darius felt cold. “That would put you … up against the dome. Why… I mean, what…”

Charlie shrugged and said, “My friend, the first

thing you learn working here is don’t ask questions.”

The elevator ride down seemed endless.

And yet quicker than the narrow-gauge train that carried Darius along an impressive and oppressive tunnel, wide enough to accommodate two rail lines with space on either side. The tunnel was shored up at regular intervals with railroad ties.

Kilometer six turned out to be a cavern bigger than the hangar. The far end was formed by the barrier. Here it was black, not pearly gray.

“It was good luck finding this cave,” Charlie said. “Would have been a long, hard job carving it out. You know, usually we’d have a hundred guys down here. But as you can probably smell, the air is getting a bit thick.”

“That’s why I’m here, right?”

In the cave stood a tall scaffolding tilted at a strange, Leaning Tower of Pisa angle. Darius knew enough about machinery to recognize a drilling platform.

From this spot they were drilling farther still, down below the dome. Not a tunnel for humans. Just a round shaft into which a bomb could be lowered to the lowest point beneath the dome.

Charlie must have seen the look in Darius’s eyes. He gripped Darius’s arm and pulled him aside. They were alone, but Charlie whispered anyway. “Okay, you’re not a fool. You know what’s going on here. But you need to know that security watches everyone who comes in or out of this place. I mean, from now on your cell phone will be monitored, and your room may be bugged. Word to the wise.”

Darius nodded.

“What really happened to your HVAC guy?”

Charlie laughed mirthlessly. “Opened his mouth in a bar. Thirty minutes later the FBI picked him up as he was getting into his car.”

TWENTY-FOUR

14 HOURS, 2 MINUTES