A cylindrical shaft bored straight down through the packed earth. One of the men uncoiled a pair of ropes and began flaking them onto the sand. Palmer peered into the fathomless black hole beneath them, that great and shadowy depth, and felt his knees grow weak.
We aint got all day, Brock said, waving his hand.
One of his men came forward and pulled the ker down from his mouth. He helped Hap out of his backpack and started to assist with his gear, but Hap waved the old man off. Palmer shrugged his own pack off but kept an eye on the man. His beard had grown long, wispy, and gray, but Palmer thought he recognized him to be Yegery, an old tinkerer his sister knew.
You used to have that dive shop in Low-Pub, Palmer said. My sister took me there once. Yegery, right?
The man studied him for a moment before nodding. When he moved to help Palmer unpack his gear, Palmer didnt stop him. He couldnt believe Yegery was this far north, way out in the wastes. He forgot the dive for a moment and watched old and expert hands handle his dive rig, checking wires and valves, inspecting air bottles that Palmer had roughened with sandpaper to add the appearance of more dives to his credit.
He and Hap stripped down to their unders and worked their way into their dive suits, keeping the wires that ran the length of the arms and legs from tangling. Palmers sister had told him once that Yegery knew more about diving than any ten men put together. And here he was, licking his old fingers and pinching the battery terminals on Palmers visor before switching the headset on and off again. Palmer glanced up at Brock and marveled at what these brigands had brought together. He had underestimated them, thought them to be disorganized and wishful treasure-seekers. He hoped they werent the only ones that day who might more than live up to expectations.
The hatch keeps the sand out of the hole, Yegery said, so well have to close it behind you. He looked from Hap to Palmer, made sure both of them were listening. Watch your air. We had a ping from something hard about three hundred or so down, small but steady.
You can probe that deep? Hap asked. He and Palmer were nearly suited up.
Yegery nodded. Ive got two hundred of my dive suits wired up here. Thats whats holding the shaft wall together and softening the sand outside it so we can pump it out. Weve got a few more days of fuel left in the genny, but youll be dead or back by then.
The old tinkerer didnt smile, and Palmer realized it wasnt a joke. He pulled his visor on but kept the curved screen high up on his forehead so he could see. He hung his dive light around his neck before attaching his fins to his boots. He would leave the gear bag and his clothes behind, but he strapped his canteen tight to his body so it wouldnt draghe didnt trust these men not to piss in it while he was gone.
The other two divers, he asked Yegery. What happened to them?
The old dive master chewed on the grit in his mouth, the grit that was in all of their mouths, that was forever in everyones mouths. Worry on your own dive, he advised the two boys.
5 The Dive
Its fucking quiet, Hap said.
Palmer added to that quietude. He reached out and touched the wall of this unnatural shaft and felt with his fingers the unmistakable packed grit of stonesand. This shaft had been made. A chill spread across his flesh. He remembered Yegery saying something about two hundred suits. They created this, he whispered.
He and Hap inched downward, spinning as they went.
Theyre using vibes to hold this together. And to loosen the sand before they pump it. Palmer remembered the soft and slushy feel of the sand as they had worked their way down the crater.
The bottoms coming
up, Hap announced. I can see the sand down there.
Palmer imagined the generator shutting off, or someone killing the power that held back this wall of sand, and all of it collapsing inward in an instant. It became difficult to breathe, thinking about the press of earth. He nearly turned his dive suit on, just in case.
Im down, Hap said. Watch your fins.
Palmer felt Haps hand on his ankle, steering him so he wouldnt land on top of his partners head. The shaft was tight with the two of them on the ground. They worked the knots around their chests loose and tugged twice on the ropes like Brock had said. Ill take lead, Hap offered. He pulled his regulator from his chest, checked the line, then reached over his shoulder to spin the air valve. He made sure it was locked before biting down on his regulator.
Palmer was busy doing the same. He placed his regulator between his teeth and nodded. Somehow, an odd calmness overcame him as he pulled that first deep breath from his bottle. Soon he would be beneath the sand, the only place he had ever felt at peace, and all of this craziness around him would be forgotten. It would be just him and the depths, the calm cool sand, and the chance, however crazy, of discovering Danvar deep beneath their fins.