Survival Aptitude Test: Fury (The Extinction Odyssey Book 2) by Mike Sheriff

Author:Mike Sheriff [Sheriff, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: The Appended Press
Published: 2017-01-07T07:00:00+00:00

TWENTY MINUTES LATER, Laoshi gazed at a newly resolved three-dimensional structure on the echolocation transmitter’s screen.

Its presence struck him as more miraculous than anything. For years, he’d poured over the pyramid’s references in obscure glass scrolls—mere snippets of data harvested from the time of the ancients. The structure had taken on a mythical quality, the data entries more lore than fact. He would never have admitted it to Heqet, Daoren, or Cordelia, but part of him had wondered if the pyramid actually existed.

He dabbed a tear from his eye. After five years of research and innumerable hours of planning, he was looking at the Great Pyramid of Giza—or at least the acoustic energy reflected from the buried structure. Its bearing and distance from the Sphinx matched those found in the cultural records to within three seconds of arc and one-sixteenth of an inch. Its apex was thirty feet below the surface.

His body boiled with excitement, melting the decades away. He was twenty-one again, minutes from jumping into Havoc on a moonless night. This leap of faith, however, wouldn’t require a deceleration canopy or involve opposing ground fire.

“I’ll deploy a beacon to fix its position,” he said. “Daoren, you can finish the calculations based on the depth of the apex.” He motioned to Heqet and Cordelia. “Can you start loading screw mines onto a huvvadolly?”

“How many mines do we need, Daoren?” Heqet asked.

Daoren was already seated at a workstation, running calculations on a quantum tile. He looked up. “Twenty mines based on the apex being at the surface. With it thirty feet below the surface . . .” His gaze rose to the deckhead. “I’d say twenty-five should be enough.”

“What size?”

“The largest ones.”

“Got it!” She led Cordelia into the cargo hold.

Laoshi deployed the beacon and paced to the navigation console. He grasped the control yoke and guided the aerostat into a shallow, descending turn. Beyond the forward windows, a glass lance strobed atop a dune. It marked the pyramid’s buried apex.

He slowed to a hover and activated the mooring cables, anchoring the aerostat to the desert one hundred feet south of the beacon.

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