EVENT GROUP CENTER NELLIS AFB, NEVADA

Niles was linked by conference call from the center in Arlington, three thousand miles away, as the team at Nellis gathered for his briefing on what he and Ryan had just learned from Librarian. Jack and Virginia were at the conference table, along with Pete Golding. Alice sat in her regular seat beside Niles’s empty chair.

“Okay, Pete, Virginia, did you get a chance to check my facts from this morning?” Niles asked.

“Yes,” Virginia said as she picked up her notes. “Without looking at your research as you requested, we started our own track on the papal medalists, and came up with the exact same information when it dead-ended on the date of Helen’s theft.”

“May I ask what it is you are talking about?” Jack asked.

“I’m sorry, Jack. Let me get you up to speed. The Padilla diary, as we all know, has been stolen from the archdiocese in Madrid. We have a pretty good idea who took it, but the map seemed a dead end until we linked it to a Spanish priest who, in 1874, has been a papal medalist and a veteran of St. Patrick’s Battalion. I won’t go into it all here, but suffice it to say in Professor Zachary’s letter to me, this was the way to uncover the facts of the map’s whereabouts. We linked it to other veterans at that time with whom the Vatican had direct contact, men who could be trusted, and, to make a long story short, we believe we have traced the map to our own country. But just where and to who it was sent has become a major problem,” Niles related mechanically over the speakerphone.

The director took the next ten minutes to explain the bad news about the map. The four people around the conference table shook their heads, knowing the odds of the map’s being their salvation was now a moot point.

“I started making phone calls from here and I managed to contact descendants of Keogh, who currently live in New York State. Nobody has or ever heard of such a map. Whatever he had taken with him to the Little Bighorn were not among his personal articles returned to his family. His body was disinterred from the battlefield and moved to New York, and was buried with nothing other than his papal medals and uniform,” Niles said. “The medals were returned because they were still on his person at the time after the battle by General Alfred Terry’s column. He was also known to have had a large cross at the time that the regiment left Fort Abraham Lincoln in the Dakota Territory. This fact is mentioned in several memoirs, not only by other officers, but even in an account of Libby Custer’s, the general’s widow. She had personally given Keogh a package that was forwarded to him from New York by courier before the ill-fated campaign began. She even said it was a large, gaudy-looking thing that belonged on a wall and not around a man’s neck.”

“What do you think, Niles? Is that cross something the Vatican may have entrusted to Keogh,” asked Virginia.

“I do.”

“And records of items recovered at the Little Bighorn or Indian accounts of pillaged material at the site has never made mention of a large cross?” Jack asked.

“I asked Alice to get into the National Parks Service database. Alice, you have anything?” Niles asked.

“We are currently waiting on the most current archeological listings that were conducted by the National Parks Service. They have been unearthing so much since the big brush fire in the 1980s. They just conducted the last field hunt only five weeks ago, and have not published their findings yet,” Alice said, taking a breath. “But the odds are good that some warrior may have taken the cross, since that item was very familiar to them, unlike the papal medals the captain was known to have worn.”

“I see. Let me know when you get the information on the dig,” Niles said. “Now, I want all historical divisions, and I mean everyone, combing through what we have on the Little Bighorn in case we uncover something about the missing map. Just in case it’s found and is still in Montana, I want you, Jack, to head there right now. Take someone who knows something about the Battle of the Little Bighorn because I’m afraid I have the American History Department split in two helping Latin American Studies. Besides, we have to get stepping ahead of this thing or those kids down there may die.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And I have the perfect person to accompany you, Jack,” Alice interjected. “She’s quite an expert on the Battle of the Little Bighorn. It was her thesis topic.”

Jack looked at his watch and saw it was only moments before the geology class let out for the afternoon. He peeked into the classroom window. He anticipated the instructor’s wrath when she learned he had already gone into her room to pack some field gear for her, to hurry the process along. Unknowing of this, Sarah McIntire was enthusiastically explaining something with the use of a virtual diagram that was holographically projected onto a small podium at the front of the room. As she spoke, the three-dimensional diagram of an underground chamber rotated in colors of green, blue, and red. Jack stepped into the room, and gestured for Sarah to continue when she frowned at his intrusion. The fifty-two students, mostly military personnel, turned to look at him. Not just a few eyes lingered on the man who was quickly becoming a legend at the Group.

“Now as I said before, don’t be fooled just because a room in a tomb has no apparent exits. Ancient designers usually had emergency egress points that only they knew about. Most didn’t favor being trapped before their job was done.” Sarah pointed to a seemingly solid wall on the hologram that was outlined in blue. “The key to these escape routes are usually found in some sort of ornamentation, such as this found in KV-63.”

Jack knew that KV-63 stood for Kings Valley 63, a tomb uncovered more than sixty years before in Egypt’s Valley of the Kings, not far from where Howard Carter had made his discovery of King Tutankhamen fabulous tomb.

“As you see,” the hologram magically enlarged to show an ornate wall symbol that had at one time been a torch holder—several were placed strategically around the chamber, “this was discovered purely by accident.”

The laser close-up became enhanced even more and, as it did, the ornate holder in the shape of a jackal’s head twisted. The facing popped free of the wall.

“Surprise, surprise,” Sarah exclaimed, “The cover was concealing a fulcrum release switch, which operated a gravity feed doorway.”

As the students watched in awe, the laser hologram depicted a lever inside the wall being pulled down, which in turn activated a sand pour that went into a large container buried in the wall. As it grew heavy with sand (five tons of it, Sarah explained), the hidden escape door inside the closed tomb started to rise. Once it was up, a green laser stairway was presented that led up and out of the tomb.

“So you see, never think that the ancients were dumb enough to box themselves into a corner; they always had an emergency way out of a tight jam. This technology was not only discovered in ancient Egypt but also in many other places around the world, in Peru, Central America, and even China.”

A soft chime sounded and Sarah looked up. “Okay, that’s it for today. I’ll see you next week and, don’t forget, I want some more examples of the amazing fulcrum release points found in other areas, not just tombs. I want the modern-day equivalent.”

There were a few moans but most of the students left the class knowing more than they had coming in. Every member of the Event Group had to take advanced collegiate courses in order to stay in the Group, and most heartily volunteered to attend them, in any case.

Jack nodded to the students who smiled and said hello as they exited the classroom.

“There’s a rumor you’re hard on homework,” he said.

Sarah gathered up her notes and turned off the hologram. “Not as hard as I would like. But they do have their regular duties here; can’t usurp all their time.”

“Well, Teach, I have a duty for you. Your bags are packed, let’s go.”

“Where we going, Major Collins?” she mocked him just a bit.

“To play cowboys and Indians, Lieutenant.” Jack picked up her briefcase and then took her by the elbow.

“Huh?”

“We’re going to Montana. Someone seems to think you know something about the Little Bighorn.”

“Okay.” Sarah stopped and looked at him with her eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute, just who packed my stuff?”

Jack winked and led her out of the room.