- Dante's
Peak 2
- Part 14
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- Rachel looked at Harry as he hung
up. "Well? What does he want, Harry?"
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- Harry looked around, seeing Jane
Fox and all the other concerned faces. The interviewer came forward.
"Dr. Dalton, I'm-"
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- "I know who you are. Rachel's
part in the interview is finished. We have to go."
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- "Harry-" Rachel said,
confused.
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- "Of course," the reporter
agreed. "If there's anything I can do to help-"
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- "Keep what just happened quiet.
If you don't, Graham and Lauren don't stand a chance." *They
might not anyway*, Harry thought to himself, taking Rachel's
hand to draw her toward the exit. Turning, he realized that Jane
Fox and Hank Jameson had followed them outside.
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- "What's going on, Harry?"
Hank asked.
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- "Brian's alive," he explained.
"He's got the kids, and he says that if we want to get them
back, we have to meet him at Dante's Peak," he said quickly,
as if saying it that way would make it easier. It didn't. He
saw Rachel turn even whiter.
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- "You can't take Rachel up there,
Harry," Jane insisted.
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- "They're my children, Jane,"
Rachel said. "Besides, I don't think Brian will release
the kids to just Harry."
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- "He's not going to release
them at all," Hank pointed out. "Let me call the police-
They can be at the house -"
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- "I've an idea that they've
already left the house by now," Harry said. "And he
was specific about no police involvement, Hank."
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- Jane looked at her friend. "You're
sure you're up to this? It's not just your pregnancy that bothers
me. I know that the idea of going back up there terrifies ME.
I can only guess at how much it must frighten BOTH of you."
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- "We don't have any choice,
Jane," Harry pointed out.
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- "At least you don't have to
worry about an eruption this time," Hank said as Harry opened
the passenger side door of the Suburban for Rachel to get in.
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- Harry glanced up, and Rachel saw
something in his eyes, a fear brought on by Hank's words. But
she wisely waited until he had gotten into the truck and started
the engine before asking, "Is Hank right? About there not
being an eruption?"
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- He tightened his grip on the steering
wheel, reaching over to take her hand. "I hope so."
He glanced at her. "Terry dropped by before I left the university.
He doesn't think giving the students a tour of Dante's Peak is
a good idea at the moment."
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- "Why not?" Rachel asked
in a shaking voice.
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- "Because there's more activity
up there than he's comfortable with."
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- "Are you saying that the mountain
could erupt again?"
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- "The chances - are lower than
they were the first time," he said, trying to reassure her.
"It's almost unheard of for a dormant volcano to erupt twice
in such a short space of time. Especially when the first one
was as spectacular as that one was."
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- "But it HAS happened?"
Rachel questioned, her eyes glinting in the headlights of the
oncoming traffic.
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- "Yes," he said honestly.
"I'll know more when I get to the camp that Terry and Nancy
set up. The equipment is still in place for the most part, I
think. Terry said the other day that he left it for the tour
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- "What's to stop Brian from
using that camp?"
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- "Nothing," Harry admitted.
"But I don't think he's planning to stay at the foot of
the mountain," he said.
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- Rachel swallowed heavily. "Mirror
Lake."
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- "That's where he wants us to
meet him," Harry told her.
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- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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- "I want to go home," Lauren
whined.
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- "We ARE going home, Lauren,
baby," Brian said as he drove Rachel's red Suburban past
the USGS campsite and turned toward the new road that would take
them up the mountain.
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- Lauren shook her head, starting
to cry, and Graham put his arm around her. "It's okay, Lauren,"
he said. "Dad'll find us."
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- "I'M your Dad!" Brian
burst out, hitting the dash with his fist, causing Lauren and
Graham both to jump. "Not HIM! I'll never let him take you
away from me. I know I shouldn't have left like I did- but I
didn't understand then." He took a deep breath, trying to
calm down. "I didn't understand how important you both were
to me. This is really for the best, Graham," he said as
the truck moved closer and closer to the spot where he had set
up a small camp over the last month. He looked around at the
desolate landscape, made eerie by the light of the full moon.
"You know, there was a time when I knew every nook and cranny
of this place by heart. Now - it's all different. Changed. Starting
over again. Maybe all of this is a sign," he suggested.
"A sign that the three of us can start over." His hand
reached toward Lauren, who whimpered and shrank from him, moving
closer to her brother. Brian's fingers clenched into another
fist. "Never mind. Once we get rid of the others, we'll
have time to get to know each other again."
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- "Get rid of the others?"
Graham questioned, recalling the deadly looking knife that Brian
had used to get them out to the Suburban. "You said you'd
let us go when Mom and Dad-"
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- "For the last time, Harry Dalton
is NOT your father. I AM!"
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- Graham held his ground. "He's
been more of a father to us than YOU ever were," he accused.
"At least he was there for us when it mattered. He risked
his life to save Mom and Lauren and me."
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- Brian's lips curled into a sneer.
"Well, we're just gonna see if he can do it again,"
he said.
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- Harry picked up the telephone and
dialed a number. "Who are you calling?" Rachel asked,
watching the road ahead anxiously. It was a useless exercise,
she knew. Brian had been a lot closer to Dante's Peak than they
had been in Portland. "I shouldn't have left them alone,"
Rachel whispered.
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- Harry hung up when there was no
answer, and put his arm around his wife, pulling her across the
seat next to him. "It'll be all right," he assured
her. "Shh."
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- "Who were you trying to call?"
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- "USGS. See if there's anyone
there who can tell me exactly what's going on up there on that
mountain." He picked up the phone again and dialed another
number.
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- "Maybe Terry's home by now
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- "Hello?"
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- Harry paused, uncertain if he recognized
the voice. "Nancy?"
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- "Hello, Harry," the young
woman said, uncertainty in her voice as well. "If you're
calling to talk to Terry- he's- in the shower. He said he'd seen
you earlier -"
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- "Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't expect
you to answer Terry's phone." But he wasn't surprised that
she was there, come to think of it. "Maybe you can answer
my questions."
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- "Depends on what you're trying
to find out," she told him wryly.
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- "About what's going on at Dante's
Peak," Harry said.
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- "Didn't Terry tell you-?"
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- "He showed me the readout,
and that the gas levels were mid range, but-"
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- "What's going on, Harry? If
I didn't know better, I'd say you were planning to go back up
there-"
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- "Not because I want to, Nancy,"
Harry told her. "I don't have much choice." He could
see her frowning in his mind. "Brian's got the kids and
he's taken them up there."
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- "Oh God, Harry. No."
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- "Look, is the trailer still
at the site?"
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- "Uh- Yeah. Terry decided to
leave it there for the tour - all it needs is the generator fired
up to start the equipment."
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- "Is there anything you can
tell me in case Brian got to it first?"
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- "Trying to get an edge, huh,
Harry?"
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- "Just trying to make frog soup,"
he said, and saw Rachel turn to look at him as Nancy filled him
in on what she and Terry had found up there, and gave him the
- combination to get inside the trailer.
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- Once he hung up, Rachel asked, "Frog
soup?"
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- "Something I told them when
Terry had his accident," he said. "I'll explain later.
Hang onto that phone. We might need it before this is over,"
he told her, putting his
- arm around her again as they approached
the temporary bridge that had been built over the river.
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- "There's no sign that anything
was here before," Rachel said quietly as the headlights
enhanced the moon- like landscape. She looked down into the river,
her mind tracing the path that they had taken back across that
night. She glanced at Harry, saw his knuckles were white on the
steering wheel. "Where's the camp?"
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- "Near the mine," he answered,
wishing the tightness in his chest would ease up. It was becoming
more and more difficult for him to breathe. The last thing he
needed was an anxiety attack. It wouldn't do the kids- or Rachel
any good for him to go to pieces. His headlights followed the
hastily made road, rumbling ominously on the packed volcanic
ash that covered everything.
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- Rachel refused to think about how
close they had come to dying here. She couldn't afford to think
about that now. She had to get the kids away from Brian and stop
him from doing this again. The headlights fell on two small trailers,
and Harry braked the truck, but didn't move as it stopped. "Harry?"
she asked.
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- "I'm not sure I can do this,
Rachel," he said, hating himself for admitting it to her.
"I-"
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- Rachel reached up to touch his hand
on the steering wheel, then gently pried his fingers away from
the plastic. "I'm scared too, Harry," she reminded
him. "Scared? I'm petrified. But if we don't do this, there's
no telling what Brian might do to Lauren and Graham. He has to
be insane to bring them back up here after what happened."
She pulled him into her arms, holding him close. "They're
counting on us, Harry. On YOU to save them. You know that."
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- Harry forced himself to breathe,
and he looked at her, a half smile playing on his lips. "I
guess it's time I put my money were my mouth is, hmm? I told
Lauren to face her fear- Now I guess I have to face mine."
He looked up at the hulking shadow of Dante's Peak, then back
at Rachel. "I love you."
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- "And I love you," she
replied as he reached past her to take a couple of flashlights
from the glove box. "Let's go see about that generator,
shall we? If I can find out what that monster's up to, maybe
Terry was wrong. Maybe the danger's not as bad as he thought."
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- But one look at the readouts on
the machinery told Harry that, if anything, Terry had been overly
optimistic. Rachel looked at his face, and what she saw there
wasn't encouraging. "What is it, Harry?"
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- He pointed to the computer screen
before him. "According to this, an eruption is imminent.
Nothing really major- probably no lava flow- and any pyroclastic
eruption would be relatively minor - but the seismic activity
-" as if the mountain had heard him, there was a slight
tremor that shook the trailer enough for Rachel to cling to Harry.
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- "Harry," she cried out,
trying not to think about Lauren's reaction to this.
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- He reached around to pull her closer
until the tremor stopped. "It's starting," he said,
his attention focused back onto the screen. The generator stopped
running, plunging the trailer into darkness, and Harry stood,
taking Rachel's hand. "I'll go get it started again-"
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- She held his arm as he would have
moved away. "Wait. Listen." Harry went still. "Do
you hear that?" A beeping sound was eminating from a table
across the room. "What's that?"
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- Harry cautiously moved to the table
and turned on his flashlight to examine it. He had to bend to
look beneath the table, and when he saw the cause of the beeping,
Harry grabbed Rachel's hand and pulled her to the door. "Let's
get out of here."
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- "Harry?" she asked, stumbling
as he half drug her across the packed ash toward the truck and
started the engine. "What's wrong?" she wanted to know,
then jumped as the trailer became a fireball. As Harry turned
the truck toward the mountain, Rachel began to shake, her eyes
locked on the remants of the trailer that they had been inside.
A second, smaller explosion announced that the fuel in the generator
had caught.
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- Harry pulled her close, rubbing
her shoulder as he felt her shivering. *The bastard tried to
kill us*, he thought to himself. And if he was that desparate
to keep the kids from him, that meant that he might harm them
if he thought he might lose them. Harry prayed that the mountain
would give him this one last chance to save his children.
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- At the campsite beside mirror lake,
which Lauren had been unable to take her eyes from until the
tremor had sent her crying into Graham's protective arms, Brian
smiled as he heard the explosions. "What was that?"
Graham asked, looking down the mountain at the small fire that
had begun after the sound.
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- "Just a little surprise I had
waiting for someone," Brian explained, picking up some binoculars
from nearby. He lifted them to his eyes, still smiling- but the
smile faded as he saw the headlights of a truck moving away from
the fire- up the mountain. His dark eyes hardened into obsidian
as he lowered the glasses. "Damn."
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- "Graham?" Lauren asked
in a tiny voice, "I want Daddy." Graham looked at her,
grateful that whatever Brian had tried to do had apparently failed.
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- "He'll be here soon, Lauren,"
Graham assured her, keeping his voice as low as possible. "But
we have to be ready to get away if we can -"
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- Another tremor almost knocked them
off their feet, and Lauren's whimpering grew worse. Her eyes
kept moving from the lake to the mountain. Suddenly those eyes
widened, and she pointed upward. "Graham-"
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- Graham glanced at Brian, whose attention
was fixed back on the approach of Harry and Rachel, then in the
direction in which his sister was pointing. Even in the darkness,
he could see the cloud descending from the top of the mountain.
Volcanic ash, drifting from the top of the crater, the precursor
of more to come.
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- The mountain was beginning to erupt
again.
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