I hadn't counted on Grizelle leading me to an elevator occupied by Snow.
In fact, I came to a dead stop when I saw him.
He was clad in the same studded and hooded black patent-leather wetsuit as Grizelle and me, but without my familiar's protective silver-mesh vest. The familiar wouldn't go undercover tonight. I caught Snow glancing at me and my fury surged.
No. I had to keep cool and think. That's what I had to contribute to this mission: my knowledge of the Egyptian bloodsuckers and their minions, of the chambers I'd seen and those I could only guess at.
I could also speculate about what the Inferno brought to the table. I'd assumed Snow had unsuspected resources and powers. I'd suspected he could or would fight the Karnak bunch, but I'd had no idea how battle-ready he was or why.
Why was the Inferno so well equipped for fighting vampires when so few purportedly survived in Las Vegas? Or was this gear designed for fighting more than vampires?
Snow's angular face looked scarier framed in severe black instead of his flowing white mane. He still wore sunglasses, but the lenses were gray, not black. However he looked or whatever he wore, he was the last monster I wanted to face tonight but the first I'd like to hurt.
"I'll walk," I said, looking for a nearby exit sign that would indicate a staircase.
"Not possible." Grizelle grabbed my arm and propelled me into the small, bullet-shaped glass capsule. She placed me firmly on her right and stood between Snow and myself. We all faced forward.
The stainless steel door closed and the elevator shot downward, scenes like a film on fast forward rocketing past the curved glass walls.
Okay, I'm a vintage film nut. This descent reminded me of that hokey thirties' Gene Autry Western-space movie serial, The Phantom Empire, where the cave's elevator led to a hidden futuristic world beneath the singing cowboy's Radio Ranch.
"This is a joke, right? Why are we going down?"
Snow answered without looking at me.
"If the Karnak vampires have as many guards as you say, we'll need to mount an expedition. We can't move a force that large along the Las Vegas Strip without attracting notice."
A force? That sounded serious. For an instant my heart lifted. I didn't dare be hopeful. Ric could be dead by now.
We whisked past areas as vast and dully dark scarlet as the planet Mars and as crowded as some World's Fair of the fey and unhuman. I glimpsed mutant beasts and humans, monsters and vistas of fire and ice. The levels pulsed in turn with such colors as lusty red, poison green, gold, the rust of shed blood.
"The Seven Deadly Sins," I whispered.
"Consider this a theme park under construction," Snow said. "The plans are secret, so I expect you to honor that."
A theme park of Dante 's Inferno, of Hell itself!
No one can say this Snow dude isn't cookin' on all four burners, Irma put in.
I didn't answer her, but she made not one more risqu�� remark about my recent indiscretion.
The elevator whooshed to a sudden but smooth stop and its doors slid open.
All around us ancient stone pilings formed wide arches. This was the foundation of the many stories of vast modern theme hotel above us. It looked like an old sewer system; I heard water lapping at stone even through the hood. I touched my ear and felt a metal mesh that amplified hearing. High-tech accessories in a low-tech environment.
So this was the cistern of Hell.
It stank.
Not of sulfur and brimstone...hated word!... but of damp mossy stone and still, oily, fetid water. Under Las Vegas?
"Call it my subterranean river Styx," Snow said, answering my unspoken question. Had the damned Brimstone Kiss made him able to read my mind?
He and Grizelle began striding alongside the dark, broad water.
I followed, scenting an odd tinge of brimstone in the damp air underground. Maybe it was just the reek of my conscience.
We walked for what I guessed were three Las Vegas Strip blocks. I figured we were at the back of the Inferno layout.
The area opened up into an underground plain of stones and arches. Through one of the arches rows of huge freight elevators were disgorging men and women wearing the same metal-imbedded wetsuits we did, except they were less shiny, and had Inferno security force badges on the shoulders. They were pulling trolleys loaded with racks of weapons, everything from machine guns to shotguns to swords and axes to flame-throwers.
Behind them came another cadre of wet-suited people.
I froze when one of the new men walked up to me, a sword belt hung over one shoulder and a nasty-looking machine pistol on a bandolier over the other, squinting to fix my face in his focus.
"Sansouci." Only the green eyes gave him away. In the fury of a fight, we'd know our own by the uniform only. And it would be a furious fight, given the weaponry.
I eyed Snow's back. He'd believed me, at least, about the numbers and killing instincts of the Karnak crew.
"You're here because-?" I asked Sansouci.
"Christophe convinced Cicereau the Karnak vampires posed a clear and present danger to us all. I'm guessing that you're behind this."
"Why?'
"Ever since you hit town, things have been going to Hell." He looked around with a raised eyebrow. "My orders are to protect our forces first and kill vampires second, but I'll watch your back."