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Crouch pointed. “Alicia Myles, meet the other members of our team. This is Rob Russo, of the Ninth Division, a man I have trained and worked with for twenty years. And Zack Healey, also of the Ninth. I can vouch for both of them.”

  Alicia sized the two newcomers up with a soldier’s eyes. Russo was big and craggy, with a face like a windblown escarpment and bone structure that could deflect bullets. He sat in a kind of wary ease, confident in his environment but always alert. He regarded Alicia with blank eyes that could have held suspicion, hatred or amusement—the man was unreadable. Healey on the other hand was almost bursting with excitement, eyes darting from side to side in exuberance and already leaping out of his seat with a hand outstretched.

  “Zack. Call me Zack,” he said. “Or Healey,” he added in answer to her impassive gaze. “Whatever works.”

  Alicia raised a brow toward Crouch. “Don’t remember you sayin’ we were running a crèche here too.”

  Crouch sat down. “Healey’s young but he’s good. Loyal. Vital. Hands-on. Reminds me of myself forty years ago.”

  “Reminds me of a puppy,” Alicia said. “And Michael, forty years ago you were ten.”

  Crouch just shrugged.

  At that moment Laid Back Lex entered the room, nursing a Bud and what appeared to be a fully-loaded ham and pickle sandwich. As all eyes turned to him he made a face. “What? Riding makes me hungry.”

  “Everything makes you hungry,” Alicia said before turning her attention back to her new boss. “Is this it? No mad professor? No geography whizz or Internet geek?”

  “This is everyone, Myles, though I dare say the door will never be off limits to the right person. I can run any Web traffic from our HQ and all the research gets done in the field. We’re well funded, but it’s not a bottomless pit.”

  Alicia took her own seat across from Russo. “So tell me, who exactly is funding this little venture?”

  Russo didn’t respond. Crouch shifted a little, a creak of old leather accompanying his movement. “A moderately wealthy man by the name of Rolland Sadler. To cut a long, tragic story necessarily short I assisted him once. Saved his family through the Ninth, against the wishes of the eggheads. Once he heard I’d finally decided to go my own way I could barely stop him doling out the cash. He’s funding us, and he’s on the level.”

  “But he’ll want results.” Russo finally spoke up with an eye on Alicia.

  She thought she now understood the craggy-faced soldier. “I see. He’ll want to see some kind of return, yes? And Russo thinks he’s big enough to be field captain. Am I right?”

  “I follow orders,” Russo said immediately with a little glance toward Crouch.

  “Good. Then follow mine. That way, big boy, we won’t have to test the solidity of those magnificent cheekbones of yours.”

  “All right.” Crouch stood up at just the right time, averting a confrontation. “This team’s solid. Made up of the very best, hand-picked by me. I run it. I say how it goes. If anyone doesn’t like that they can leave right now.”

  No one moved. Alicia held Russo’s gaze.

  Crouch nodded. “Good. If we do this right we might even make a name for ourselves. The Gold Team. How do you like that?” He didn’t stop for an answer. “Consequently, it’s vitally important that our first mission is a success. That’s what makes its topic a little unfortunate.”

  Now Alicia blinked. “In what way?”

  And Zack Healey leaned forward, cheeks flushed with excitement. “We’re heading to Mexico in search of gold. Lost Aztec gold.”

  THREE

  Alicia settled back in her seat. “Tell me.”

  “Well . . .” Crouch rubbed the bridge of his nose as if pondering where to begin. “Make yourself comfortable. I guess the story begins with the Spanish conquistador, Cortés, whose expedition in the sixteenth century led directly to the fall of the Aztec empire. Tales tell us that the man was in fact a fairly controversial character, ignoring direct orders to carry out his sea voyages—acts of mutiny in effect—even having to return to Spain on occasion to answer charges. Cortés was once quoted as saying ‘it is more difficult to contend against my own countrymen than it is the Aztecs’. At one point he was even suspected of poisoning the Ponce de Léon.”

  Healey joined in. “So with a boss like that you can imagine what his men were like.”

  Alicia ignored the young upstart.

  Crouch went on, “Well, after he ordered the scuttling of almost his entire fleet in order to minimize any potential retreat, the captain marched toward the Aztec capital, Tenochtitlan, gathering an even larger army as he went. Natives joined him—warriors of the Nahua in particular. His men massacred thousands even before they reached the great Aztec city. When they arrived, the city’s king, Montezuma, allowed Cortés and his men to enter the island city, perhaps hoping to learn their weaknesses.”

  “Enemies closer,” Healey put in.

  Crouch nodded. “And despite the locals’ offer of gold and jewels the Spaniards were driven to more frantic acts of greed and plunder. The more gold they saw the more they wanted—”

  “Huh,” Russo spat in a deep voice. “Nothing changes.”

  “Cortés believed the Aztecs thought him a god, the feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl, or at least an emissary of his, and perhaps they did. He wrote as much in a letter to the king of Spain. But Cortés remained a harsh ruler. When he learned that several of his soldiers had been slain along the coast by Aztecs he took Montezuma prisoner in his own palace and, without the population’s knowledge, ruled through him.”

  “A nice history lesson.” Alicia tried not to yawn. “But I’m not hearing anything relating to the treasure yet. Hey, are you going bald?”

  Crouch blinked twice, caught off guard. While he struggled for something to say the rugged Russo came to his rescue.

  “Try to concentrate on one thing at a time, Myles. Attention span a problem for you, is it?”

  Alicia turned in her seat. “Are we gonna have a problem, Robster? Cos my pit bull here, he really wants a piece of you.”

  Laid Back Lex was practically seething in his seat, an animal straining at its leash.

  “Calm down,” Alicia directed Lex and turned to Crouch. “Continue.”

  “Well, you have the Aztecs on one side, living in a city of gold, with more jewels and precious gems than any other race on the continent. The Spanish conquistadors on the other, who seemed to hold the ideal of riches and wealth above even their own lives. Everything soon fell apart. Following the terrible massacre of thousands of Aztec nobles at the Patio of the Gods near the main temple, which triggered a rebellion, Cortés and his men saw that the game was up. They escaped during what later became known as the Noche Triste, fleeing across the Tlacopan causeway while their rearguard was massacred by Aztec warriors. The gold they stole weighed so much it actually killed half the Spaniards, drowning them in the mud of the river. Now, the time gap between the murder of the nobles and the Spaniards’ escape was about two months. What do you suppose the Aztecs were doing during that time?”

  “Sharpening their swords?”

  “Maybe. But they were also safeguarding their valuables as any nation would. For instance, remember all the Romanian gold that was sent to Russia during the First World War? Every nation wants to protect their assets and the Aztecs were no different. And of course, this is where the stories differ and we get the thoughts and opinions of a thousand treasure hunters from the last five hundred years. Where did all that wealth go?”

  “You’re saying they transported it out of there?”

  “It certainly didn’t stay in Tenochtitlan. Cortés returned soon after he fled, now with reinforcements from Cuba, and laid siege, cutting off supplies and subduing the Aztecs allies. He ended up destroying the city. On 13 August 1521 the city fell and the Aztec empire disappeared, crushed. Cortés claimed it for Spain and renamed it Mexico City. He governed it for three years.”

  “No mention of the gold,” Alicia said. “The golden ci
ty, the jewels.”

  “No mention.” Crouch smiled.

  “So what did happen to it?” Laid Back Lex chomped at the bit.

  “And what exactly did it consist of?” Alicia wondered.

  “The mystery begins with the night of the first massacre at the Patio of the Gods,” Crouch said, taking time to drink from a bottle of water before continuing. “Now, how about we continue this over dinner?”

  Alicia coughed. “I thought the directive was that we had to fend for ourselves? I sure hope you have a microwave.”

  Crouch smiled. “For this first night I’m sure I could knock together a pretty mean chili.”

  Alicia looked genuinely impressed. “Wow, I hope I can do that by the time I’m fifty.”

  Soon, with steaming bowls of chili laid out before them and glasses of red wine and bottles of beer positioned around the table like strategically placed chess pieces, Crouch continued his story.

  “With so many nobles murdered and such utter brutality shown for the locals, the Aztecs must have started to panic. Who was this crazed beast their leader had invited to live among them? Their king was a mere captive in his own palace. What could they do?”

  “Elect a new king?” Alicia ventured.

  “Exactly. Enter Cuauhtémoc, the new king. Following his order and under his guidance it is believed that the Aztecs hatched a great plan. Through the nights following the massacre, with the Spaniards beaten back and under siege inside their compound, surrounded by warriors, Tenochtitlan’s main horde of gold was systematically stripped away, its jewels packed into crates. It was a great undertaking, so much so that seven entire caravans were filled—”

  “And Cortés never noticed?” Russo’s eyes widened skeptically.

  “They left the surface gold where it was,” Crouch said. “Which was all the Spaniards had ever seen and quite plentiful. It was the far more spectacular vaults they emptied.”

  “Seven caravans worth?” Lex whistled. “That’s a shit-ton of money, man.”

  “Treasure,” Crouch corrected him. “There’s a very significant difference between the two. It’s what separates our team, the one that will display and donate it to the world, from the thieves and villains that might try to stop us.”

  Lex nodded quickly. “Okay.”

  Alicia snorted. “He doesn’t get it. He’s more of a ‘hands-on’ kinda leatherhead. But he will.”

  Crouch continued, “In answer to one of your earlier questions, Alicia, apart from the copious amounts of gold and jewels, several items of major historical importance to the Aztecs were loaded onto the caravans. Our main focus will be on the legendary cartwheel treasure.”

  Alicia shook her head. “The what?”

  “A large wheel of gold decorated with glyphs in the shape of the sun. As big as a cartwheel. It’s where the phrase ‘pieces of eight’ originally comes from.”

  “So something that spawns a legend powerful enough to live down the centuries has to be considered a huge find.”

  “It quite possibly was a symbol of the entire foundation of Aztec belief.”

  Alicia chewed her lip. “Impressive. What else?”

  “Cortés described gigantic idols of beaten gold, masks of silver and turquoise, and piles of gleaming emeralds, rubies and garnets. These were just the treasures he was allowed to see. It’s a safe bet that the real treasures were aboard those caravans.”

  “But what of the people that guarded the caravan?” Healey asked perceptively. “Wherever they ended up, wouldn’t they speak of this treasure they carried for so many miles? And if they were killed then their murderers would shout it to the rooftops.”

  “I know I would,” Lex added drily.

  Crouch scratched his chin. “Then you know nothing of warrior loyalty. Take Attila the Hun for example. When his thousand-strong personal bodyguard, the greatest warriors in his army, diverted a river and buried his tomb they then allowed themselves to be massacred to protect the secret of its location. It has never been found.”

  He turned back to the group. “It’s thought that once the treasure arrived at its destination, all the slaves that helped transport it were killed. Half of the Aztec warriors remained to guard it whilst the other half returned to Tenochtitlan. The plan was probably to retrieve the treasure once the Spaniards had been eradicated from their shores. However, for those that remained near the treasure months and years will have passed without word. Tenochtitlan, if you remember, was first besieged then destroyed. Any survivors and returning warriors will have drifted away, joining other tribes like the Nahua, and will have eventually intermarried with local tribes, now equipped only with stories of the great empire to the south.”

  “So where is it?” Alicia hissed, laying down her fork and glancing around at the assembled team. “Do we know?”

  Crouch smiled grimly. “I’ve lost count of the number of legends relating to the fabled lost Aztec gold. It’s purported to be anywhere from the bottom of the sea to Texas. The true story, however, lies in the rich history of Tenochtitlan itself. That’s where we’ll start.”

  “You’re talking about traveling to Mexico City, the old Aztec capital?”

  “I want to start from scratch and see what we unearth. A good treasure hunt always starts at the very beginning and there’s good reason for that. It helps shake off any presupposed ideas we may have about the treasure’s location. We have plenty of tech stuff and state-of-the-art equipment thanks to Sadler’s generosity.” Crouch looked around the room. “If we do this, we do it right.”

  “Speaking of your contacts,” Alicia said. “Who else do we have on board?”

  “Too many to mention.” Crouch shrugged. He had major contacts in virtually every region of the world. “But our main source of operational Intel will be Armand Argento. Do you know him?”

  “Not as well as I’d like.” Alicia grinned. “I heard he’s a looker.”

  Russo grunted. “I guess your reputation is well deserved.”

  Alicia looked over with an air of innocence. “What reputation?”

  Crouch broke in quickly before the confrontation could escalate. “He’s the very best at what he does. And whilst Interpol aren’t particularly happy to be committing resources in our direction they aren’t forbidding it either. It’s all about the payoff.”

  “I thought you said we’d be ‘donating’ the treasure.”

  “That’s true. But the monetary proposals from various organizations will still be tremendous. And we don’t need any of that. Hence—”

  “Interpol gets a slice of the pie.”

  “Technically.” Crouch waved his hand carefully. “Not officially of course. But they would certainly get a say as to where the treasure ended up, and if it was all kept together or separated. In addition to that we’ve drafted a very careful official policy relating to what happens if and when we locate any treasure, now or in the future. The policy is a public document, forwarded to all the relevant governmental and historical organizations, and must be adhered to. It helps to validate our efforts, adds sincerity and seriousness to our roles, and covers our asses in case anything gets out of hand. Generally, a treasure found belongs to the country whose land it was found on . . . but whilst not definitive we have set in place an international strategy.” He sighed. “Of course, time will only tell if each nation follows it.”

  Russo grunted. “Huh, time and the worth of the treasure, I’m guessing.”

  Alicia nodded, impressed and relieved Crouch had delved so deeply into the real-world politics and laws of treasure hunting. “So the same goes for whoever helps us along the way? I get it. The scratching-of-the-back scenario. Preserve your contacts. You listening to this part, Russo? It pays to be nice.”

  The man’s face remained rock solid.

  Crouch pushed his plate away and studied her. “So what do you think? Can this team pull it off?” He didn’t need to say—can you even work together?

  Alicia studied them one by one, sipping wine. The Gold
Team was a mismatch and that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Healey was young and inexperienced but lively and willing to learn. If handled right he could become a major asset. Lex was feisty but loyal to the point of torture, a fearless bodyguard. And Russo? Well, the ex-soldier looked seasoned and capable and was just going to have to learn to follow her orders. There were two ways that particular scenario could go, and Alicia preferred the tough one.

  She shrugged. “What can I say? It’s the perfect team.”

  FOUR

  As the small jet bumped and grumbled its way through waves of turbulence in its descent into Mexico City, Alicia thought about the irrational follies of men. Cortés, when he set out from Spain, surely hadn’t harbored the desire to raze a nation, but he’d ended up doing just that. For Spain. For glory and wealth. Tenochtitlan had been destroyed and a new city built in order to erase all traces of the old. A two-hundred-year-old culture shattered and expunged for the advancement of another.

  Did the world ever change?

  Not in my lifetime, she thought. Whilst old religions still clashed there would be no respite from bloodshed and mayhem. Whilst greed and envy still existed there would be no reprieve from the actions of bitter and twisted men.

  Through the small window she watched the unfolding sprawl of the country’s largest city. The gray and white mass of thousands of dwellings stretched for untold miles, swelling over hills and down into valleys, an unending, dreary expanse of concrete. Even the higher hills, untouched as yet, appeared to be brown, almost lifeless blots in the landscape. In the center the high rises rose like towering stalagmites, carved from the heart of the city. Roads were dark, straight slashes, their occupants contributing by the minute to an air pollution rate that had earned the city the moniker ‘the most polluted city on the planet’.

  The plane dropped fast, aiming for Benito Juarez International, the landing point only about eight kilometers away from their first prearranged appointment. Carlos Rivera, a local Aztec historian that had worked on many exhibitions and dig sites, had agreed to meet them at his place of work—the renowned museum Templo Mayor, which had been built to house and assist in the excavation of one of the most famous Aztec temples of the same name in 1987. The excavation continues to this day, so with the history and the kind of people it attracted, Crouch theorized that it might be a good place to start.