faces.
âEnhanced cholera,â Stevens said.
Lara nodded, and flipped again.
The third and final picture was from a battlefield somewhereâAfrica, most likely, the soldiers were all black men. They were all dead, as well, sprawled unnaturally on the ground.
Calloway took the pictures back.
âReissâs creations have been at the heart of every act of bioterror in the past fifteen years,â he said.
âHis disdain for life is legendary. He has no political agenda, doesnât care who his weapons kill or why,â Stevens put in.
âA modern-day Doctor Mengele,â Calloway said.
Lara nodded, her mind racing as she absorbed what the two agents were telling her. Reiss, after the Orb. The mati âthe key to a terrible secret. What did he think he was going to find?
She paced the length of the room, once, twice.
It had been a day of surprising revelations. The Shay Ling, and Jonathan Reiss. Shadow guardians, and smatterings of the Maasai language in a Greek temple.
Her eyes fell on the fax sheâd sent Kosa. The drawing of Alexanderâs army lying dead on the battlefield.
The picture Calloway had just shown herâthe army of bloated, disfigured corpsesâflashed before her eyes.
The connection struck her like a physical blow.
A plague, she realized. Alexanderâs army had perished from a plague.
Stevens started talking again.
âWe know Chen Lo followed you to obtain the Orb. We also know that heâll deliver it to Reiss soon. What we donât know is why. Candidly, that terrifies us.â
Lara was listeningâbarely. Her eyes were still on the drawing of Alexanderâs army.
On the soldier holding the small box in his arms. What sheâd thought to be a treasure chest of some kind.
Not a treasure chest at all.
She thought of the objects the temple had been rumored to contain, and a chill went down her spine.
âPandora,â she whispered.
The ultimate biological weaponâthe sum of all evils contained in this world.
âReiss is not to be trifled with,â Stevens was saying. âThe doctorââ
âPandoraâs box,â she repeated, louder this time.
Everyone in the room turned to her.
Hillary cleared his throat. âI beg your pardon?â
âPandoraâs boxâthatâs why Reiss wanted the Orb,â Lara said. âHeâs going to use it to find Pandoraâs box!â
A long silence followed.
âUmm,â Bryce said. âPandora? Like in the fairy tale?â
âYou mean the Greek myth,â Stevens said. âPandora is given a box by the gods, told not to open it. She does and unleashes pain in the world?â
Lara nodded. âIâm afraid thatâs the Sunday school version.â
âThereâs another?â Calloway asked.
âSeveral. There are analogues to the Pandora story to be found in almost every culture.â
She crossed to the far wall, to her fatherâs prized Loringâa globe close to a hundred years old. Until a few months back, sheâd kept it in the room that used to be his study, where Lara had sat at his feet, enchanted, as he spun her bedtime stories night after night, tales of the long-vanished kingdoms that dotted the ancient globe. Stories of gods who walked the earth, secret societies that controlled mankindâs destinyâ¦
Creation myths from every corner of the world.
âHow do you think life began?â Lara asked, spinning the globe. âShooting stars, meteor, primordial oozeâ¦â
Stevens and Calloway shook their heads, waiting for her to continue.
âActually,â Bryce said. âItâs fairly well known thatââ
Hillary whacked him.
âMy father told me a story once,â Lara said. âIn 2300 B . C ., an Egyptian pharoah found a place he named the cradle of life; where we, life, began. There he found a box. The box which brought life to earth. The pharoah opened it,
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