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Inside the barn, Dr. Scott dangled a slab of bloody meat through the thick bars of a livestock pen. Within the cage were several creatures that resembled chickens in the way a shark resembles a guppy. These so-called chickens were four feet tall with heavy-set beaks that had elongated into spike-toothed maws. Their legs were muscular and built for running, and their tails stretched back to counterbalance their heavy fore-bodies. Their skin was layered with yellow-brown scales except for the few irregular patches of brown feathers that dotted their backs, tails, and vestigial wings.

Reggie Sparks took one look at them and rushed back to the plane to assemble his camera equipment, leaving Kate and Clem to speak with the doctor.

Dr. Scott dangled a strip of steak through the bars. The monsters inside slammed against the cage and slashed at each other savagely to get at the meat.

“These can’t be chickens,” Kate said. “What did you do to them?”

“An animal’s entire evolutionary history is contained within every cell of its body,” Dr. Scott said. “All I did was prompt them to display different traits of their ancestors.”

“I wouldn’t have thought that chickens had such monstrous ancestors.”

“You might be surprised,” the doctor tossed in another hunk of meat and watched his creations tear into it. “It is very probably that the chicken is the closest living relative of the tyrannosaurus rex. It’s a little sad, when you think about it.”

“Pardon me,” said Clem. “But why on earth would you want to create a race of monster chicken?”

“Why?” he exclaimed as though simultaneously offended by the question and delighted at the opportunity to answer. “The reason is simple: a larger chicken means more meat. I’m going to feed the world. The future is bright! You’ll see—the twentieth century will bring great prosperity and lasting peace for all humankind.”

“I guess you don’t listen to the radio much,” Kate said.

Dr. Scott dumped the last of the meat through the bars and peeled off his gloves. “I don’t get radio reception out here. I’m afraid my communication with the outside world is limited to my telegraph line.”

Clem’s eyes widened just slightly at the mention of the telegraph. If he had been playing poker, he would have given himself away, but neither the pilot nor the scientist seemed to have noticed.

“Sir. Ma’am,” Clem said. “’Scuze me, if you don’t mind. I need to go freshen up.”

He left the two of them and passed Reggie, who was hustling his cinema equipment into the barn. That left Clem alone to enter the mansion, find the study, and locate the brass telegraph set on a side table. He dialed through to London, and began tapping out his message with the hand marked by the eye-and-triangle tattoo.

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As the propellers of the S-2 tilt-engine airplane spun down, Kate’s boots crunched onto the parched earth of the ranch outside of Tijuana. With her one good eye, she surveyed the old mansion. It a large residence, probably built by one of the land-owning tyrants who once ruled the area. Now it was dilapidated, with all its glamour and elegance bleached and cracked away long ago. Now it was like the land around it: forgotten, broken down, and dried out.

Clem and Reggie hopped out of the side door of the S-2 and joined Kate in surveying the area.

“I wonder if this guy will lend me these grounds for a remake of El Latigo Negro: The Masked Avenger,” Reggie said as he looked around. “We’d have to do something about that big barn, though. Too modern.”

He tilted his head to indicate the bright red barn next to where they had landed. It was clearly a new structure, freshly painted, larger than the mansion itself, and with large sliding doors that were shut and locked. It might have housed a hundred head of cattle, but the lands surrounding it were too barren to support livestock.

The back door of the mansion creaked open and a dark skinned man in a white lab coat stepped onto the broad front porch, a look of bewilderment on his face as he watched the guests who had literally dropped out of the sky. He wore bulky vinyl gloves, and in each hand he carried bloody slabs of beef.

“Doctor Montgomery Scott, I presume?” Kate called to him.

“Yes. Can I help you?” he asked in a voice that was uncertain but not unfriendly. His gaze shifted from them to their airplane, and then he asked, “Are you with the Prometheans?”

Reggie and Clem exchanged questioning glances, but Kate didn’t let herself slow down at the thought of not knowing what he meant. “Doctor Scott,” she said. “I’m afraid I bring some bad news. We recently apprehended a Nazi spy who had four names on a list. Three of those names belong to scientists who have disappeared in the last week. The third name belonged to Professor Scrumtumbler, who went missing two days ago.”

“Scrumtumbler is a good friend of mine,” Dr. Scott said. “Now, let me guess—mine is the fourth name on the list. You came to tell me that they are coming for me next.”

Kate nodded. “You don’t seem terribly surprised.”

“I’m disappointed but not surprised,” Dr. Scott said, shifting one of the bloody stakes to his other hand. “Would you care to join me? I was just heading to the barn to feed my chickens.”

Clem lifted the brim of his black hat and looked at the steaks in the doctor’s hands. “You feed your chicken raw meat?”

“Oh, yes. My chickens are the reason the Nazis are interested in my research. Come have a look for yourself.”

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When the cart was only a few feet away, the Spartan stepped out from behind the tree to block the path. He raised his shield and cocked his spear-arm to show he meant business. Jack watched from behind his concealing tree, wondering what kind of madhouse he had stumbled into.

The wagon train stopped, the slaves in the cages rose to their feet, and the Nazis fingered their weapons nervously as they eyed this strange figure blocking their path. The Spartan stood silent and still for a long moment, daring the Nazis to move. It was clear that he intended to pit his primitive weapons against the four soldiers and, more amazingly, he was going to let them have the first move.

Jack thought about joining in: his rifle might have increased the odds of freeing those prisoners, but it would still be two of them versus four armed soldiers. As difficult as it was to admit, this was not his fight. It was 1936 and the U.S. was not at war with Germany. Maybe things would change if his countrymen could have seen Hitler’s soldiers carting off cages of women and children, but right now Jack had an obligation to restrain himself. If you get yourself killed here, he told himself, there’ll be nobody to protect your crew.

One of the Nazis whipped his rifle up, but before he could get off his shot, the Spartan’s arm snapped forward and sent the spear whistling through the air. It plunged deep into the soldier’s chest, driving him back and to the ground.

The prisoners rose to their feet and cheered. The giant strained at his chains towards the soldiers, but even his colossal strength was not enough to break free of his bonds.

With a trill of metal and a flash of bronze, the Spartan produced a short sword and surged forward to continue the assault. The next nearest Nazi lunged in with his bayonet, but the flashing shield knocked the blow to the side. The sword came down on the rifle, cleanly knocking it from the soldier’s hands. But now the other two Nazis had their rifles up to their shoulders, and they let out twin booms and a white haze of gun-smoke before the sword could come down a second time.

One of the shots knocked a hole in the bronze shield but passed harmlessly over the Spartan’s shoulder. The other shot caught the Spartan in the thigh, knocking his leg out from under him. Obviously unprepared for the power of modern weapons, the armored warrior pitched forward onto the ground. The Nazi soldiers were on top of him then, smashing at him with the butts of their rifles. The Spartan grabbed for the hilt of his fallen sword, but one of the soldiers pinned it to the ground with the tread of his boot, and then brought his rifle down on the Spartan’s helmet. The blow’s teeth-clenching reverberations echoed through the forest.

The slaves in the cages openly wept as they watched, and the giant at the yoke slumped and let his big arms dangle in their shackles.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Jack stepped out into the path and leveled his rifle in their direction.

The soldiers stopped and turned slowly to face him.

Jack blinked as a trickle of sweat stung his eye. At this range, he wouldn’t miss. But there were three of them, and they wouldn’t miss, either.

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As the wagon train rounded the bend, Jack peered around his tree to get a better look inside the cages. He was relieved to see that none of the occupants had Scrumtumbler’s unruly white coiffure, Limefellow’s prim bow-tie and bolo hat, Celeste’s sparkling red dress, or Maia’s silky black hair. What he saw were the tear-streaked faces of men, women, and children. They were a diverse collection of people and must have been captured from a variety of tribes throughout the area. Some were tattooed and others were ritually scarred. Some had long, braided hair and others were cleanly bald. The one thing they had in common was the mournful look in their eyes as they peered out from behind the wooden bars or their cages.

The giant, scraggly man pulling the train of carts stumbled momentarily over a root, and he got a swift jab in the ribs from a Nazi rifle barrel for his troubles. The soldiers laughed as his oversized features twisted into a grimace as he struggled to get the wheels moving again. Jack didn’t know much German, but he recognized the name the Nazis applied to this big man: Trotsky, whose namesake was an outspoken opponent of Stalin and Hitler. The four soldiers seemed to think it was a good joke to call their colossal slave by the name of a pint-sized political enemy, but nobody else was laughing.

Jack looked from the bearded giant to the four uniformed Nazi soldiers to the eclectic collection of prisoners. Looks like Halloween came early this year, he thought. Then he spotted a person hiding behind a tree on the other side of the road. He was dressed up like a Spartan from an ancient history book, complete with a shield, spear, thick bronze breastplate. His face was obscured by one of those helmets with the big red horse-mane running down its center.

With one hand, Jack quietly unscrewed his canteen cap and took a sniff just to make sure no one had slipped him a mickey.

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Jack had discovered several red sequins littered among the underbrush, but so far he had not found the girl. Judging from the tracks, she had been fleeing from some very big, nasty creatures. Jack cursed himself for not having been at the drilling machine when his crew needed him. Now they were scattered and probably dead, and it was his fault.

Something big crashed through the underbrush towards him, and Jack instinctively took cover behind a tree, his .30-06 pressed tightly to his chest. As he listened, he realized it was no jungle beast. First he recognized the sound of subdued weeping, then an irregular creak of axles and wagon wheels. Then came goading voices, callous laughter, and the sharp crack of a whip.

Peering around the tree trunk, Jack saw a train of wooden cages set on crude wooden wheels. Through the leaves he counted four cages and caught glimpses of native people imprisoned within.               These four cages were linked together and pulled along by what at first seemed to be an enormous, shaggy beast. Then it passed by an opening in the branches and Jack saw that it was no animal—it was a gigantic man wearing a ragged black tunic with a long, shaggy beard. He must have been at least eight feet tall, and his rags did little to conceal his broad shoulders and thickly-muscled legs. This man’s strength must have been enormous to haul those four carts along the rough jungle trail, and the scene made Jack feel as if he were spying on a fairy tale, watching an ogre carry villagers back to his dungeon. Well, if that giant had any of Jack’s crew in those cages, then Jack would just have to introduce the Brothers Grimm to the Remington bolt action.

Weaving his way silently through the bushes, Jack moved towards a curve in the game trail to head off the wagon train and get a better look into the carts. What he saw surprised him more than the eight-foot giant. That big man wasn’t the one taking prisoners; in fact, he, too, had been made a prisoner. His hands were chained to a heavy yoke around his neck, and that yoke was pinned to the carts he pulled. His captors were using him as a beast of burden to help them haul in their other victims. Beside the cages walked the true aggressors: four men in gray uniforms and rounded helmets.

“Nazis,” Jack muttered as he brought his rifle up to his shoulder.

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Maia stood up on the back of the lumbering triceratops to get a better view of the city and saw that somebody had cleared the outer wall of all nearby foliage. It was not the work of animals: this was clearly the result of human labor because the jungle had been hacked back in an even line out to thirty or forty feet, and the cutting was recent. It meant no easy access to trees or logs that could give her a boost over the top, and the bricks that comprised the tall wall fit together seamlessly, which meant no footholds. No doubt there would be gates and perhaps open chinks elsewhere along the wall, but those areas would surely be closely watched by the inhabitants.

As she pondered the best way to get into the city, a herd of four leaf-green dinosaurs roamed out of the thick jungle in search of the fresh sprouts growing next to the wall. These new creatures lacked most of the bulk of the triceratopses, but they stood half again as tall, thanks to the impressive, diamond-shaped bone plates that protruded along their backs. It made them look dangerous, but the real danger protruded from the tips of their tails in the form of thick bony spikes. From her time working with natural history museums around the United States, Maia knew these animals to be stegosaurs, long believed to be as extinct as the triceratops upon which she now rode.

Herbivorous animals were rarely as territorial as predators, but animals of this size evidently felt the need to fight for their patches of grass. The three triceratops bulls did their trumpeting and pawing routine while the family of four stegosaurs turned sideways and thrashed their spiked tails, all the while hissing and howling like angry cats. Showing off their broad flanks like that, the stegosaurs reminded Maia of pirate ships readying a broadside cannonade. This threat was not lost on the triceratopses, who seemed hesitant to charge in; perhaps, Maia thought, they had experienced those deadly tails before.

The triceratopses, who had not cared about that section of the jungle until they saw the stegosaurs in it, moved forward with slow determination, keeping their head shields aimed at the swinging tails. The first triceratops was lucky enough to catch the tail on the backswing. There was a clatter of bone-on-bone as it drove the tail to the ground and pinned it with his three horns against the dirt. The stegosaur, still mindlessly chewing its cud, watched in dull awareness while its tail, moving as though it had a mind of its own, jerked and lashed in a vain attempt to free itself.

The other two triceratopses were not quite so fortunate, because as they pressed in the spiked tails came whooshing out, and horns met spikes with the resounding clack of a baseball knocked out of the park. Mia felt the tremor of the impact through the thick muscles and skin of her triceratops’s back, but the beast upon which she rode seemed unfazed. The fourth stegosaur just watched from where it stood, swinging the tail, its thin head occasionally dipping down for another bite of grass.

The clash between the titanic beasts was impressive, but it would surely draw the attention of anyone inside the city. While her triceratops bellowed and pulled back for another lunge, Maia slid down its thick reptilian tail, rolled away from its stamping feet, and darted over to the head of the nearest stegosaur. While the triceratops dueled with its tail, the surprisingly small head of the stegosaur turned to regarded her with dull eyes. She patted it on its snout, pitying it for its incredible stupidity, then hopped onto its neck and ran up the hillock of its back between its bone plates. She found that the plates were pointed at the top but not sharp along the edges, so she grabbed on and hoisted herself up and over.

She hung by her fingers on the far side of the wall and then dropped herself the remaining few feet. It was a hard landing, but she rolled with it and came up behind the ruins of what might have once been a grain storage or a family home but was now little more than a pile of rubble.

On the other side of the wall, the dinosaurs continue to crash and trumpet. The city’s new occupants heard it, too, because it was only another moment before Maia could hear the stomp of approaching boots and orders shouted in German.

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The trouble with riding triceratopses is that it gets dull. Maia Parker had discovered that even when the gargantuan beasts charged at full speed, they didn’t buck like horses or sway like elephants. You got the wind in your face and the rush of acceleration, but you might as well have been riding a broad, flat barn roof. Worse, after their stampede had ended, the big gray dinosaurs became content to wander from one grassy patch to the next, not even bothering to notice the small human being clinging to their broad backs. If she had a hammock, she might have stretched it out between two of them, but she hadn’t travel through five hundred miles of solid rock to take a nap. She wanted action.

The herd of horned reptiles stumped along, their search for greener pastures taking them into an open area of the forest where the thick trees gave way to a riot of green vines and shrubs closer to the ground. Just before Maia decided to hop off and head back to the drilling machine, she spotted an ancient stone wall about a hundred yards away. It was perhaps a bit more than ten feet tall, and it curved away into the dark jungle to form the perimeter of what must have been an ancient city. Beyond this wall, she could see terraced pyramids, fat rectangular buildings, and, at what was likely to be the city’s center, a towering obelisk carved with strange symbols. Above this obelisk hovered an ominous black zeppelin displaying the unmistakable swastika symbol.

Maia adjusted her fedora to shield her eyes from the bright sun as she watched the zeppelin. Against the cloudy white backdrop, it looked like some kind of bloated black tick—a fitting comparison, Maia thought, because if the Nazis were here it could only mean they wanted to suck the lifeblood out of the land. They were just like the people who had taken everything from her ancestors. They were just like the teachers at the boarding school who had taken Maia from her family.

Forget returning to the drilling machine, Maia decided. Whatever these men were here to get, she would get it first. She was owed that much.

All she had to do was figure out a way over that wall without being seen.

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Scrumtumbler rolled over and yanked helplessly at the ropes binding his legs, but his hunters had already caught up to him, fingering their stone knives and hatchets. They smiled cruelly down at him, revealing teeth that had been ground down into triangular points, a clear sign that their tribe had adopted a diet that consisted only of flesh.

One of them raised his hatchet high in the air and Scrumtumbler shut his eyes, convinced that the finest scientific brain of his generation was about to be spilled onto the jungle floor. But the cannibal paused.

Scrumtumbler opened one eye to see his hunters listening to something in the forest. Then he heard it, too: a screaming and a thrashing coming their way.

Before any of them knew what to do, Celeste crashed out of the underbrush and right past them. She was a blur in her red dress, not stopping to question the cannibals or investigate their decorative scars. Her screams demonstrated a perfect Doppler effect, declining from its peak frequency and volume as she rushed down the game trail.

The cannibal, still holding his hatchet in the air, exchanged confused looks with his peers.

Then the velociraptors burst out of the foliage. They had been chasing Celeste, but they did not hesitate to set their sights on the cannibals, who scattered into the underbrush like frightened rabbits. In a moment of shrieks and confused footfalls, the predators and the prey disappeared, leaving Professor Scrumtumbler alone and blinking in amazement.

“Deus ex machina!” he declared, holding his fists over his head as though he had just won at the dog races. As he worked to free his legs from the entangling ropes, he muttered to himself, “maybe soon I’ll have to invent a Scrumtumbler ex machina. Yes, a Scrumtumbler ex machina would come in handy.”

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As Celeste silently vowed never to sit in the leaves of the forest floor again, something jabbed her in the shoulder like a needle. She sprang back and looked at her arm to discover a fat, brightly colored insect with bulging black eyes and a translucent thorax that revealed pulsing blue innards. It was almost the size of an apple, and it clung to her with hairy, twitching legs while it jabbed at her skin with a long, curving proboscis.

With a yelp of fright, she slapped at the monstrosity. It fell from her shoulder but took to the air with a set of buzzing wings. She slapped at it again and again, but it hovered around her flailing hands, lunging in at her. Cursing the vile wilderness, she tried to run, but it kept pace with her, buzzing in her ear as she waved her arms around her head.

Celeste knew this thing was a pest, and with eight brothers and sisters Celeste knew the pestering wouldn’t stop until she taught it some manners. She snagged a fallen branch from the ground and spun to face the insect. As it rushed in, a filthy ball of appendages and mandibles, and she swung her stick like a baseball bat. There was a wet smack as the bug sailed away through the air. Its trajectory took it high enough to brush the bottoms of the leaves overhead before landing two dozen yards away, right on top of what Celeste assumed was a pile of logs.

Only it wasn’t a pile of logs. It was a group of sleeping creatures whose brown-yellow reptilian skin served to camouflage them as a logs. One of the creatures awoke with a start and stared at the fat dead bug that had bounced off its haunch. Then the creature turned its sleek, narrow head to study Celeste with yellow eyes. Two other identical heads rose up from the forest floor to look at her. The first one rose to its feet and she could see that it stood bird-like on its hind legs. Short, tan feathers lined its heavily clawed forearms and the tip of its long tail. It opened its snout and licked its pointed teeth as it watched her.

Celeste dropped her stick and ran.

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Celeste’ s mad dash took her into the darkened forest until she tripped on a fallen branch. She tumbled into the thick layer of moss and soft leaves, where she lay for a time, gasping for breath and listening to her heart thump like a jackrabbit’s foot against the inside of her rib cage. Slowly, she regained control over herself and realized she had escaped the triceratopses. Now all she needed to do was find her way back to the others.

She pulled herself up to a seated position and huddled against a tree trunk. When she finally managed to pry her eyes open, she found herself alone in the deeply shadowy forest. Above her, the canopy was alive with bird calls and rustling leaves. Around her were tree trunks, thick ferns, and fallen logs, some of which were as big around as she was tall. But the important part was that there were no sign of the trampling triceratopses.

Her red high-heels had come off when she fell from the drilling machine, which was a blessing because she would have broken an ankle sprinting in those things. It left her bare feet scraped and sore, but they were better off than her red dress, which had shed large patches of red sequins, particularly over the knees and at her sides. A long, ragged rip ran down the fabric from her thigh to her ankle, and the hem of her dress was frayed and stained. Beyond that, her desperate sprint had made her perspire in the way movie stars weren’t supposed to perspire. Her throat was uncomfortably dry, and the warm, close air of the rainforest didn’t help.

When she felt stable, she stood to brush herself off and found a black-shelled beetle crawling on the top of her bare foot. It made her wish she had her shoes, but a beetle was nothing that would frighten her. She had grown up in depression-era Oklahoma. Her family had managed better than most, but the house was drafty and constantly under siege by pests. She simply brushed the insect off her foot with her red fingernails.

When she did, she found a fat orange centipede crawling along the back of her hand.

A centipede of this size was unsettling, but it still offered no need to panic. She had just survived a triceratops stampede, after all, so she felt she could keep it together around a centipede. Raising her hand at eye level, she neatly thwacked the creature off her skin. She smiled with grim satisfaction as the centipede twisted through the air and landed smack-dab inside a spider’s web. The orange creature writhed its legs helplessly as a fat black spider scampered over to tend to its new prey.

“That’s what you get for bugging me, you little creep,” she said, dusting off her hands.

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