"Don Halcon, meet the Admiral of the Ocean Sea, Christopher Columbus."
Halcon stared at the mummy a moment, then laughed without mirth and tossed the cross back into the sarcophagus. "Keep it, you poor fool."
While all eyes were on the coffin Austin squeezed the pouch around his neck. Seconds later came a distant boom, then several others.
"What's that?" Halcon said, looking about him.
Guzman moved to the stairway and listened. "It sounds like thunder."
While the henchman's attention was diverted, Austin reached down to the floor and in a single quick motion picked up one of the sharp spear points he and Zavala had unsuccessfully used to pry the lid off the coffin. He wrapped his brawny arm around Halcon's slender neck and jabbed the sharp spike deep into the skin.
Guzman's gun swung around.
"Back off or this goes into his jugular!" Austin warned. He pushed the spear in further. Blood trickled down Halcon's neck.
Barely able to speak with his throat crushed, Halcon hissed, "Do as he says."
"Put that gun back in your holster," Austin commanded. He knew Guzman would never give up his gun entirely, that he'd try for a head shot or plug Zavala first.
Guzman smiled, a hint of admiration in the curve of his thin lips, and slid the gun back into its case. Then Austin ordered Halcon to drop his weapon.
With Zavala staying close, Austin backed out of the chamber and dragged his human shield down the stairs into the main chamber. Guzman followed at a deliberate pace as they stepped over and around the rubble and stopped under the light streaming in from the ceiling hole.
Halcon had recovered from his surprise. "Looks like a Mexican standoff," he said, his voice choked but defiant.
A brief shower of water splashed down on them from above. Everyone looked up except Austin.
"That's not rain, in case you're wondering. Those booms you heard a few minutes ago were explosives. I used a remote detonator to blow up the dam that blocks water into the lake. Millions of gallons are pouring in."
"I don't believe you," Halcon snarled.
"Perhaps you should, Don Halcon," said Guzman. "It seems Mr. Austin was not lying about the detonator."
"You could never have foreseen events," Halcon said.
"That's right. My original plan was to blow the dam after we left to make it tougher for you to find the temple. This way at least we'll all die together."
They were suddenly drenched by another deluge from above, only stronger this time.
"My guess is that's only the first ripple from the explosion. The reservoir would have burst by now. More will follow. It won't take much to breach that hole you blew in the temple. I have no idea how long before this chamber fills, but I wouldn't stay around too long if I were you."
Guzman looked toward the ladder and seemed to lose some of his steely composure. "We must leave."
"Not without that treasure."
"Doesn't make any difference to me," Austin said. "Like. you said, we're dead men."
Water poured down again, but instead of a brief burst, it continued to flow in a torrent.
"Don Halcon . . ." There was alarm in Guzman's voice.
"He's bluffing, you fool," Halcon replied with disgust.
"The treasure is of use to no one if he's right," Guzman said.
Halcon's eyes filled with hate. "You've always been nothing but a homicidal cretin from the day my father hired you," he said with contempt. "You can't see the glory!"
A hard smile crossed Guzman's lips.