David Lynn Golemon - Ancients

ANCIENTS

ALSO BY DAVID LYNN GOLEMON

Event
Legend

An Event Group Thriller

DAVID LYNN GOLEMON

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously.

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ANCIENTS. Copyright 2008 by David Lynn Golemon. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. For information, address St. Martins Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Golemon, David Lynn.

Ancients : an Event Group thriller / David Lynn Golemon.1st ed.

p. cm.

ISBN-13: 978-0-312-35264-6

ISBN-10: 0-312-35264-6

1. Event Group (Imaginary organization)Fiction. 2. Atlantis (Legendary place)Fiction. 3. United StatesPolitics and governmentFiction. 4. Imaginary wars and battlesFiction. 5. Weapons of mass destructionFiction. 6. TechnologySocial aspectsFiction. 7. EarthquakesFiction. I. Title.

PS3607.O4555A53 2008

813.6dc22

2008012927

First Edition: August 2008

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

For my fatherwho I lost this past year, I wish I had been as good to
you as you were to me. Twenty-twenty hindsight can be a horrible
and haunting thing. I can only hope and pray that you could see
beyond my youth, see the man, and know in your heart
I tried to be the best I could be.

For Roxiea cousin, now a sister, for enduring the unendurable,
the loss of a child, it should happen to no one in the entire world.
My heart is broken for you.

For Maribethto the ghosts of youth, may we forever be haunted
and happier for it.

To the United States Navy, Marines, Air Force, and Army; for the assistance in the writing of this novel, you have my deepest thanks.

To the United States Geological Service and the help that was given on theory and science. The assistance rendered was far beyond anything and I am grateful.

For Pete Wolverton, who always reminds me I can be better than the first draft (and sometimes better than even the second).

The council elder sat alone in the darkened chamber. His mind focused on the empires dire situation and the harsh judgment that history would render upon his great civilization. The cruelty they had shown against the lesser peoples of the world was now coming back a thousandfold to haunt the ringed continent. This judgment, this disaster, had begun three years earlier, with the rebellion of the barbarian nations in the outer empire, north and south.

When the elder closed his eyes, he thought he could actually hear the far-off cries of citizens and soldiers alike as they prepared for the final defense of what the barbarians thought of as Olympus and the very gods they once worshiped. While he sat secure inside the Empirium Dome, safe behind the eight-foot-thick triangles of crystal that made up the geodesic bubble, the rest of his world stood unprotected against the onslaught of the allied barbarian nations assaulting the empire.

He opened his aged, half-blind eyes and looked at the order that the Empirium Council had written out only an hour before condemning not only the barbarians but themselves as well. Thinking this, his attention turned to one of the duplicate Keys for the weapon.

Androlicus reached out and with a shaking and age-spotted hand removed the silk wrap that covered the huge diamond before him. He stared deep into the immense blue gemstone for a moment and then allowed his fingers to touch the deep and swirling tone grooves etched into its surface by their finest scientists. There were two more Keys such as the one before himprecious stones that had taken fifty lifetimes to find and half as much to engineer, and were the secret at the heart of the Great Sound Wave.

One Key was being prepared even now, far below the earth. The second was hidden in the land of the hostile Nubians, many hundreds of kilometers to the south in the farthest reaches of the empire. The third sat before him, identical in shape and design and meant to control the uncontrollable.

The great doors of the Empirium Chamber swung open, bathing the room in bright sunlight, dispelling the long shadows that had so long held the elder prisoner. The old man closed his eyes against the brilliance of the day as he heard the general march quickly into the chamber and directly to the council table.

By your leave, Great Androlicus.

The old man finally opened his eyes to give the general a sad, knowing look before throwing the silk over the three-foot-diameter blue diamond on the chamber table.

General Talos, I have called you away from the empires defenses for this. The old man tapped the document with his aged hand. It is here with my mark upon it as the Empirium Council has demanded, thus completing my culpability in the extinction of our empire.

Taloss eyes darted to the marble tabletop. He slowly reached for the handwritten document, but Androlicus gently laid the full weight of his hand and arm down upon the scroll. He pulled it back as if to withhold it, stopping the general short.

Our time is at its zenith, My Lord, Talos said. Our forces on the western and northern peninsulas are close to being overwhelmed, our defenses breached by the combined might of the Macedonians, Athenians, and Spartans. We must act soon or all will be lost. Even now, the Thracians and Athenians are loading the allied states full invasion force on the Greek mainland. They have drained citizens from as far away as Mesopotamia.

With my sign upon this order our demise has already come to pass even as we stand here, Androlicus replied. His eyes went from the general to the silk-covered diamond.

My Lord? asked Talos, confused.

Androlicus smiled sadly and nodded his head, his long white hair and thinning beard shimmering as the sunlight played on his face.

We are set upon a course that is far more deadly than those hordes of barbarians we fear so.

The Science Elders and Earth Council have assured

Yes, yes, yes, the old man said, cutting short the generals response. We have all been assured the technology is foolproof. He pulled the document back to him and looked at it. Foolproof. This word seems to have more meaning these days.

My Lord, to delay

Androlicus suddenly stood, the action so fast that it belied his 107 years.

To delay is to continue thinking! To delay is to devise another way of ending this! To delay is to stop fools who think more violence delivered from untested theory is the answer to our woes!

General Talos straightened, standing at attention and staring straight ahead as if suddenly transported to the parade ground. His bronze helmet was crooked under his left arm and his right hand stayed at his ivory-handled sword.

You have my apologies, old friend. The elder knew that with his words he had wounded the general, the very last of the great Titans.