The Lost Island

57

Gideon awoke before dawn, bleary-eyed and deeply discouraged, unable to sleep due to the miserable roaring of the Cyclops, which had gone on for most of the night. The bellowing had finally died down, and he had managed a restless hour of sleep before being awoken for the flight home. As the sun rose over the treetops, Gideon and Amiko — with her two armed guards — were standing to one side while the chopper sat in the landing zone, warming up, ready to take them away.

Amiko looked like a ghost, pale, her bloodshot eyes set in pools of dark skin.

“Are you all right?” Gideon asked, taking her arm.

She silently pulled away.

The soldiers indicated it was time to board. Garza was in the pilot’s seat, his face set, unreadable.

For a moment, Gideon hesitated. Where was Glinn? All their hard work and sweat, the dangers they’d endured — and now they were being hustled back to civilization. It all felt wrong. It made him angry. He glanced back in the direction of the security enclosure. The Cyclops had started bellowing again.

One of the soldiers gestured with his weapon. With a sigh, Gideon hoisted his drysack over one shoulder and climbed up into the chopper after Amiko. The soldiers shut them in.

He settled into his seat, buckled in, and put on the headset. A moment later the Sikorsky lifted off, rising above the jungle canopy, Garza at the controls. As the chopper gained altitude, Gideon could see the top of the island, floating high above the sea like a green paradise, but now marred by the scorched LZ, the camp, and several other brutally fresh clearings hacked out of the jungle. Directly below, he could see the Cyclops, shaking the bars of his cage and staring upward with that hideous eye.

He glanced over at Amiko. Her face was dark and strange. It chilled him how she had gone from pleading with Glinn, to a sudden eruption of furious violence, to this cold and forbidding silence.

The chopper banked over the canopy, flying along the spine of the island. But instead of winging out over the sea, when the chopper reached the end of the island it began to slow. Then it swung around and abruptly descended toward a rough clearing EES had cut out of the jungle on the far side of the tabletop. A moment later they landed.

“What’s going on?” Gideon asked.

Garza turned around in his seat, taking off his headset and indicating they were to do so as well. “I’ll tell you what’s going on,” he said over the whine of the engine. “You’ve been hearing Glinn talk about his ‘client.’ I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet. There is no client. Or rather, the so-called client is Glinn himself.”

Gideon stared at Garza.

“From the very beginning of this project,” Garza said, “I’ve been concerned about Glinn’s behavior. He was so secretive, holding his cards close, never revealing the name of his client. I’m his right-hand man; I’ve always had a place in the inner circle. Not this time — it was an inner circle of one.” He paused, frowning. “I’ve seen Glinn go off the deep end before, and I’ve begun to see the signs of it again. He’s after the lotus to heal himself. And he’s not going to give it away. He plans to make big money on it.”

“Do you know this for a fact?”

“I know it because I know Glinn. I’ve been through this before, with the meteorite business.”

“Meteorite? You mean, the one you mentioned in the bar?”

“Exactly. This is a continuation of that same story. When we talked before, I never told you what the meteorite was, exactly. Now you need to know. It was a seed.”

Gideon stared at him. “A what?”

“You heard me. It was Panspermia on a grand scale, a huge alien seed, floating through space for God knows how long. It fell to earth a few thousand years ago and was lying dormant on a frozen island. Eli collected it for the Lloyd Museum, but the project failed, the ship sank, and it went to the bottom of the South Atlantic. Planted. Where it found the ideal conditions it needed to sprout. And grow.”

“My God.”

“It’s Eli’s white whale. He prided himself on never failing — and on that op, he failed colossally. He thinks that whatever is growing down there threatens the earth — that it’s his fault, and his responsibility to kill it. That project has always been in the back of his mind. But he’s estimated that he needs a billion dollars to mount an expedition to kill that thing. I believe this drug is how he’s planning to finance it.”

“So all that talk of giving the drug to the world…is a lie?”

“Oh, he’ll give it to the world — for a price. On top of that, the drug is also for himself. To cure his injuries. Glinn believes he must lead the expedition, and in order to do that he has to be able to walk and have use of his limbs.”

Gideon felt stunned. All along, he’d been thinking about what the lotus might do for him. He’d never considered that Glinn had his own agenda. It was so obvious, once it was pointed out.

“Glinn is going to get all of us killed,” Garza said. “I’ve seen it before. I saw one hundred and eight people die when the Rolvaag sank, and I never want to see anything like that again.”

Gideon looked at Amiko, then turned back to Garza. “So what’s your plan?”

“Simple. We bypass Glinn, get the lotus, and get the hell out of here ourselves. We give it to science, freely, for the benefit of mankind. What Glinn was claiming to do, but we do it for real. It’s up to us to pull this off.”

“How?” Amiko suddenly asked.

Garza turned to her. “You said something back there that struck me. You said we wouldn’t find the lotus without that creature’s help. Is that really true?”

“Yes,” said Amiko.

“Can you control him? Keep him in check?”

“I think so,” Amiko replied.

Gideon looked at her in surprise. She was looking steadfastly at Garza with an expression of dark intensity.

“To release the Cyclops,” Garza said, “you’ll have to get past the electrified enclosure. I’ve got the codes to its cage.” Garza pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to her. “He came to rescue you. He trusts you. You free him and get him to dig up a lotus and bring it back here. Then we’ll set him free and take off with the lotus. We’ve got six hours before Glinn expects me back. Think you can do it in six hours?”

“You know I can.”

“Gideon, you in?”

Gideon said nothing for a moment, and then spoke slowly. “A stash of lotus is hidden in a cave near here, below, in the cliffs.”

Garza stared at him. “You never said anything about that.”

“It’s true,” Gideon replied. It seemed a more prudent course than freeing the Cyclops.

“Then that’s the answer to all our problems,” said Garza. “I’ll wait here while you two go get it.” He removed his .45 and handed it to Amiko. “You may need this.”

She took it, shoved it in her waistband, and rose up from her seat. “Let’s go,” she said to Gideon.