Philboyd waved to the desert at large. “I think we’ll have to find our own answers.”
“Nothing new about that,” Kane said sarcastically. “How did you escape?”
“To be honest, I don’t really know. About half an hour ago, I realized I was alone. Everybody had just left me.”
He paused, high forehead furrowed in thought. “I sort of got the impression that the consortium had a bigger problem to deal with than just me.”
“Something to do with ghosts?” Brigid ventured.
Philboyd swung his head toward her, his one good eye widening in surprise. “You know, I thought I heard one of the millennialists say something about ghosts, but I thought I misheard him. Figured he was talking about something else.”
“Do you at least know if the consortium has found a base out here?” Grant demanded impatiently.
“Logically, I’d have to say yes,” Philboyd retorted. “But I haven’t seen it. But the energy emissions were strongest in the direction of that big mesa over there.”
“How are they getting to and from the place?” Brigid inquired.
Philboyd opened his mouth to answer, then his shoulders stiffened. Grant looked at him quizzically, then tilted his head back to scan the darkening sky. “Everybody down.”
They huddled into the shadow cast by the dune. In the distance, they heard the thumping beat of helicopter rotors. Craning his neck, Kane glimpsed a big transport chopper angling in from the south. Red-and-yellow navigation lights glowed along its undercarriage.
“An MH-6 transport…not a common piece of ordnance nowadays,” Grant murmured.
He spoke very truly. After the atmospheric havoc wreaked by the nukecaust, air travel of any sort had been very slow to make a comeback.
The machine did not fly over them, but instead inscribed a half circle around Phantom Mesa and sank from view. The sound of its vanes faded away.
Kane straightened up, brushing sand from his clothes. “Brewster, do you think you can make it back to the settlement on your own?”
Philboyd frowned and slowly climbed to his feet, massaging his wrists. “I think so.”
“Good,” Grant said. “Tell Edwards to bring the team and follow our tracks. We’ll head out toward the mesa.”
“What about me?” Philboyd inquired.
“You’ll stay behind and guard our prisoner.”
“Prisoner?”
“Yeah, a guy named Gray,” Kane replied. “He’s hurt pretty badly, so he won’t give you any trouble. Doesn’t look like you can handle much more.”
Wincing, Philboyd touched his bruised face. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to go with you.”
“It’s not the same to me,” Kane declared harshly.
“You took off against my express orders to stay put. You got jumped and beat to hell and now you’re no good to us.”
Resentfully, Philboyd snapped, “Yeah, but the energy readings I picked up are localized in the area of that mesa. That’s where the jamming umbrella is transmitting the white noise.”
“We figured that out without being captured and having the crap kicked out of us,” Grant retorted unsympathetically.
Kane pointed in the direction of the village. “Do as I say for once. Go back and stay put.”
Philboyd looked to be on the verge of arguing, but then his shoulders slumped in resignation. Without another word or a backward glance, he began trudging up the face of the sand dune.
After he topped the rise, Brigid turned to Kane, her eyes glittering with anger. “There was no need to be so hard on him. He only wanted to pull his own weight.”
“Brewster is an academic,” Kane shot back coldly. “And every time he goes out into the field, something like this happens to him. If we weren’t around to pull his ass out of the various fires he falls into, he would have been dead years ago.”
“But this time,” Grant interjected, “he gave us away to the millennialists.”
Brigid pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Not intentionally. Somebody recognized him. Whoever it was would have recognized us, too. It was just Brewster’s bad luck to be spotted first.”
“Yeah,” Grant grunted, “and either they didn’t think Brewster was worth wasting a bullet on or they wanted to save all they had to settle a larger problem.”
“Like what?” Brigid challenged.
Kane started forward. “Let’s go see, why don’t we?”
The three people marched swiftly toward the immense pinnacle of rock, noting the rubble piled high around its base. Brigid estimated it as nearly three hundred feet in height. As sunset progressed, the deep fissures scoring the surface of the gigantic monolith became fathomless black shadows. Alert for sentries or motion detectors, the Cerberus warriors didn’t speak. The only sound other than the scrape of their feet against sand was the thin piping of the wind around the rocks.
Brigid Baptiste’s steady gait suddenly faltered, then she trotted ahead. An unusual shape humped up from the ground. A small wave of sand had all but buried it, but in the dim light metal glinted. She picked up the rectangular power analyzer, a device designed to measure, record and analyze energy emissions, quality and harmonics.
“At least we don’t have to charge this back to Brewster,” she commented wryly.
She swept the extended sensor stem back and forth in short left-to-right arcs, then pointed it toward the mesa. The device’s LCD glowed steadily and the readout indicated the energy signature was very strong.
“Whatever it is,” Grant murmured, “we’re almost on top of it.”
The Cerberus warriors started walking again, scaling a shale-littered slope that led to a flat summit. They dropped to their hands and knees, then belly-crawled to the top. They stared for a long time in the fading light.
They saw a cuplike crater nestled at the base of Phantom Mesa, bracketed by broken edges of butte rock on the far side. The depression covered several acres and was surrounded by the remains of a chain-link fence. The floor of the crater was board flat. A road led toward a dark defile at the foot of the mesa. It was blocked by a metal gate.
Part of the open field was sheltered by a rooflike overhang of rock, jutting out from the side of the mesa. Metal gleamed under the roof, and a half dome of translucent Plexiglas reflected the dimming sunlight. The transport helicopter was parked near it, the rotors spinning.
Kane focused his attention on a large steel plate at the bottom of the shallow crater. Several people clad in dun-colored coveralls stood around it, as if they were waiting for something to happen. On the far side of the crater, men bustled about with a military precision.
Suddenly,
