Shane Schofield Series 2 - Area 7 by Reilly Matthew

Author:Reilly, Matthew
Language: eng
Format: epub

Shane Schofield Series 2 - Area 7

FOURTH CONFRONTATION

3 July, 0912 Hours

NORTH-​EASTERN LAKE POWELL,UTAH, U.S.A.

canyon

Desert plain

THE HEAT hit THEM LIKE A BLAST FURNACE.

Blistering desert heat.

It was everywhere. In the air. In the rock. Against yourskin. Enveloping you, surrounding you, as if you were standing in an oven. The complete opposite of the subterraneancool of Area 7 and the X-​rail tunnel.

Out here, the blazing desert sun ruled.

shane schofield sped down a narrow water-​filledcanyon at breakneck speed, blasting through the heat, sittingat the controls of a very odd-​looking–but very fast–speedboat.

With him in the boat was Book II, while behind them, ina similar craft of their own, were Brainiac and Herbie.

Technically, Schofield’s boat was called a PCR-2– patrol-​craft, river, two-​man–but it was more commonlyknown as a “bipod,” a small two-​man jet-​propelled rivercraftbuilt by the Lockheed Shipbuilding Company for the U.S.Navy. The bipod was known for its unique design configuration.Basically, it looked as if someone had joined two smallbullet-​shaped jet boats with a thin seven-​foot crossbeam, ineffect creating a catamaran-​type vehicle with two pods at eitherend of the beam. Since both open-​topped pods werepossessed of powerful two-​hundred-​horsepower Yamahapump-​jet engines, it made for an extremely fast–and extremelystable–boat frame.

Schofield’s bipod was painted in desert camouflage colors–brown blobs on a sandy yellow background–and itshot over the water at incredible speed, kicking up twin ten foot

sprays of water behind it. Schofield sat in the left-​handpod, driving, while Book II sat in the right-​hand one, manningthe boat’s sinister bow-​mounted 7.62 mm machine gun.

The sun shone–burning hot.

It was already 100 degrees in the shade.

“How you guys doing over there?” Schofield said intohis wrist mike as he looked back at the other bipod behindhim–Brainiac was driving, Herbie sat in the gunner’s pod.

Brainiac’s voice: “I’m okay, but I think our scientistfriend here is turning green.”

They were speeding down a twenty-​foot-​wide slotcanyon that wended its way southward, toward the mainbody of Lake Powell.

The pool of water at the far end of the loading bay hadindeed led out to the lake, a tight, dark, winding cave whoseexterior door–a brilliantly camouflaged plate-​steel gate designedto look like a wall of rock–had been left open by theescaping thieves.

Schofield and his men had emerged from the cave at theend of a dead-​end canyon and powered off not a moment beforethe entire wall of rock behind them had been blastedoutward by the monstrous AFX explosion.

The two bipods sped around a wide bend in the waterfilled canyon.

When viewed from above, this canyon resembled arace-​car track, a never-​ending series of twists, turns and full180-degree bends.

That wasn’t so bad.

The trouble started when it met up with all the other narrow canyons of Lake Powell–then the canyon systemresembled a giant high-​walled maze of interconnecting naturalcanals.

They came to an intersection of three canyons, arrivingat it from the northeast.

At first Schofield didn’t know what to do.

Two rock-​walled canals stretched away from him–afork in the watery road. And he didn’t know where Botha

was going. Presumably the South African scientist had aplan–but what?

And then Schofield saw the waves. Saw a collection ofripples lapping against the sheer stone walls

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