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why we try to make things better. So our children can grow up in a safer world.”
Drake opened his mouth to reply. A sudden, unexpected lump of emotion lodged at the back of his throat. Dahl stared at him. The Swede didn’t know Alyson had been pregnant. Even now, Drake was still dealing with the fact that he would never have children, and that the child he had made had been so viciously torn from him.
“I will kill them all,” he whispered. “No one will get away with what they did.”
Dahl looked momentarily confused, then returned the picture to his wallet. Maybe he thought that Drake, in his way, was just agreeing with him. “I have a man on the inside,” he said with a grin. “In Iceland. He’s translating the ancient language as we speak. I should be hearing from him any time.”
“About what?”
“About everything. Bloody hell, why are Yorkshire men so dumb? The whole story is there, mate. About why the gods lay down to die. About the time-travel devices you found near the Bermuda Triangle and in Hawaii. About the doomsday machine. About how they created fate. They hopped through time, Matt, literally hopped, like we would visit different stores in a mall. Do you remember that poem, the one related to Odin?”
Drake collected himself. “Vaguely.”
“The ending went ‘ Forever shall thou fear this, hear me sons of men, for to defile the Tomb of Gods is to start the Day of Reckoning.’”
“Yes?”
“We believe that it has begun. The day of reckoning is fast approaching.”
“The Day of Reckoning? Something to do with Armageddon. Or the Viking’s Ragnarok?”
“Exactly. Ragnarok. Either heroes will rise to save the day or villains will end it.”
Drake stared at his Swedish friend. That sentence struck a chord in him. Either heroes will rise to save the day or villains will end it. “So we’ll stay strong until the end,” he said. “And we’ll win the day. For our children, and our friends.”
“No matter what.” Dahl gripped his hand and the two men shared a moment that would lock them together for the rest of their lives.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Drake watched Hayden walk through the crowd as Alicia had done. But this time the crowd parted with respect and expectation.
He saw her command attention with a look, a sigh. He saw Ben staring at her and suddenly felt a wave of sadness for his young friend. There was no future there. Ben, though exceptional in his own right, was not the man for Hayden Jaye. And widening his field of vision, he noticed Komodo—the Delta team leader who had helped him win the day against the Blood King in Hawaii. Drake made a point of catching the man’s eye and nodding in respect, though Komodo seemed more intent on chatting with Karin than noticing Drake.
There were men scattered around who Drake didn’t know. Probably colleagues of Mai and loyal soldiers attached to Jonathan Gates, a US Secretary of Defense who could realistically trust no one except the few people in this very room.
“We’re in desperate times,” Hayden said. “You all know that the third tomb of the gods houses the nastiest of their kind. So we have no idea what to expect. And even worse—it may also contain some kind of doomsday device. We don’t know with any certainty, so we can’t rule anything out. What we do know is that Russell Cayman—under the command of some all-powerful group—will stop at nothing to reach the tomb. The race to reach it first has already begun. If you’re willing to risk your life to become a hero, then stay in this room. Otherwise—just walk away.”
Not a man or woman listening moved a muscle.
Hayden smiled. Everyone was scared, but they stayed anyway. She nodded toward her boss. “The US Secretary of Defense would like to say something.”
Jonathan Gates didn’t move, but his voice carried around the room. “I can only reinforce what Agent Jaye has already told you. The tomb is vital. The remaining eight Pieces of Odin, now in
Drake opened his mouth to reply. A sudden, unexpected lump of emotion lodged at the back of his throat. Dahl stared at him. The Swede didn’t know Alyson had been pregnant. Even now, Drake was still dealing with the fact that he would never have children, and that the child he had made had been so viciously torn from him.
“I will kill them all,” he whispered. “No one will get away with what they did.”
Dahl looked momentarily confused, then returned the picture to his wallet. Maybe he thought that Drake, in his way, was just agreeing with him. “I have a man on the inside,” he said with a grin. “In Iceland. He’s translating the ancient language as we speak. I should be hearing from him any time.”
“About what?”
“About everything. Bloody hell, why are Yorkshire men so dumb? The whole story is there, mate. About why the gods lay down to die. About the time-travel devices you found near the Bermuda Triangle and in Hawaii. About the doomsday machine. About how they created fate. They hopped through time, Matt, literally hopped, like we would visit different stores in a mall. Do you remember that poem, the one related to Odin?”
Drake collected himself. “Vaguely.”
“The ending went ‘ Forever shall thou fear this, hear me sons of men, for to defile the Tomb of Gods is to start the Day of Reckoning.’”
“Yes?”
“We believe that it has begun. The day of reckoning is fast approaching.”
“The Day of Reckoning? Something to do with Armageddon. Or the Viking’s Ragnarok?”
“Exactly. Ragnarok. Either heroes will rise to save the day or villains will end it.”
Drake stared at his Swedish friend. That sentence struck a chord in him. Either heroes will rise to save the day or villains will end it. “So we’ll stay strong until the end,” he said. “And we’ll win the day. For our children, and our friends.”
“No matter what.” Dahl gripped his hand and the two men shared a moment that would lock them together for the rest of their lives.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Drake watched Hayden walk through the crowd as Alicia had done. But this time the crowd parted with respect and expectation.
He saw her command attention with a look, a sigh. He saw Ben staring at her and suddenly felt a wave of sadness for his young friend. There was no future there. Ben, though exceptional in his own right, was not the man for Hayden Jaye. And widening his field of vision, he noticed Komodo—the Delta team leader who had helped him win the day against the Blood King in Hawaii. Drake made a point of catching the man’s eye and nodding in respect, though Komodo seemed more intent on chatting with Karin than noticing Drake.
There were men scattered around who Drake didn’t know. Probably colleagues of Mai and loyal soldiers attached to Jonathan Gates, a US Secretary of Defense who could realistically trust no one except the few people in this very room.
“We’re in desperate times,” Hayden said. “You all know that the third tomb of the gods houses the nastiest of their kind. So we have no idea what to expect. And even worse—it may also contain some kind of doomsday device. We don’t know with any certainty, so we can’t rule anything out. What we do know is that Russell Cayman—under the command of some all-powerful group—will stop at nothing to reach the tomb. The race to reach it first has already begun. If you’re willing to risk your life to become a hero, then stay in this room. Otherwise—just walk away.”
Not a man or woman listening moved a muscle.
Hayden smiled. Everyone was scared, but they stayed anyway. She nodded toward her boss. “The US Secretary of Defense would like to say something.”
Jonathan Gates didn’t move, but his voice carried around the room. “I can only reinforce what Agent Jaye has already told you. The tomb is vital. The remaining eight Pieces of Odin, now in
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