Godzilla At World's End Part 20

With the submarine following, G.o.dzilla soon increased speed - as if rus.h.i.+ng to a rendezvous of some kind. And as they neared the Chinese mainland, the submarine's powerful sonar began to pick up loud sounds, which were carried to them through kilometers of ocean.

When the sonarman and the sound technician put the noise over the intercom, Captain Sendai and the others on the crowded bridge listened intently. Finally, the captain said what the other submariners were thinking.

"It sounds like a battle," Sendai announced. He scanned the illuminated map table. "The sound is coming from the area around Shanghai."

Then the captain looked at the sonar screen at his command station.

"And G.o.dzilla is heading right for it," he whispered fearfully.

13.

MONSTERS FROM THE SEA.

Tuesday, December 12, 2000, 9:03 A.M.

Somewhere along the sh.o.r.es of the Caspian Sea.

Craig Weedie, INN's famed Backpack Adventurer and spokesperson for Fellow Traveler Publis.h.i.+ng Company - the publishers of the popular series of international travel guides - found himself stranded.

It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. Sometimes things got intense on the road, but the life of a Backpack Adventurer was always intense.

It was also one of the greatest jobs in the world.

Craig Weedie got to travel all over the world, he was on television every week, and he made a lot of money. He had no bosses, no one to report to - up to a point, that is. As long as he taped his weekly appearances for Teen Beat and wrote a few introductions for the Fellow Traveler Travel Guides, everything was fine.

Craig Weedie was totally free. He didn't even bother to drag a film crew around with him. He merely traveled to the nearest large city with an INN affiliate and taped his weekly report. Then he moved on to the next destination. He was free to go where he wanted, when he wanted - and the Fellow Traveler Publis.h.i.+ng Company paid for everything!

It was the best life possible for a nineteen-year-old from Athens, Ohio, and he was lucky to have it.

In the last two years, Craig had done it all. He ran with the bulls in Spain, hiked through Tibet with Richard Gere, and explored the wreckage of the t.i.tanic with science reporter Nick Gordon. It had been fun and rewarding.

But it all came to an end on Sunday, when civilization collapsed. Suddenly Craig Weedie, international citizen-at-large, became a foreigner in a strange land where he didn't speak the language.

Worse still, he was nearly penniless.

And all because of a stupid monster that probably doesn't exist in the first place.

Craig bitterly regretted his futile search for the monster called Anguirus - named after some local legend or something - in the beginning of the cruel Russian winter.

It started out innocently enough. He'd done a tongue-in-cheek story about monster sightings on the Caspian Sea a couple of weeks before, and a lot of viewers liked the segment. Craig was having a good-enough time in the towns around the Caspian Sea, so he stayed for a few weeks. The whole region was in the middle of an economic boom because of the vast, previously untapped oil reserves that were only now being exploited.

During his time on the sh.o.r.es of the Caspian Sea, he even went out on a fis.h.i.+ng boat to film a report at the last place the creature had been spotted. Weedie also interviewed people who claimed to have seen the sea monster.

Someone at INN's art department in New York had drawn a sketch of the monster, based on eyewitness reports that described the creature as a huge reptile with a head like a crocodile's and a spiked, turtlelike sh.e.l.l.

Craig, of course, had never seen the creature - and doubted that it ever existed. He wondered cynically how much the people near Loch Ness made cas.h.i.+ng in on their monster - in tourist dollars alone!

Just as Craig was getting bored with the story and with Russia, a real monster arrived - the thing called Gigan. Before the communications meltdown, Craig had seen the reports about the creature's rampage through the Baikonur and Kapustin Yar cosmodromes on Russian television.

Craig sensed it was time to go. He filed his last story of the Caspian monster - a clever piece in which he contrasted the charming local folklore about Anguirus with the horror that was Gigan - and then scheduled a chartered airplane to leave the region. The dreary village in which he'd been staying had finally gotten to him.

Then things fell apart. The blackout began, and Craig's chartered seaplane never arrived. Now he was down to his last traveler's check.

Before the blackout, all he had to do was call INN's financial department in New York, and they would wire him funds - usually within minutes. And if that didn't work, Craig had a wallet full of credit cards, along with his U.S. pa.s.sport.

But without communications, credit cards were just useless plastic. And he hadn't been able to contact the next town - let alone New York City - in days. Money became a big problem. Since he'd gotten a visa to enter the Russian Republic, Craig was used to bribing people to get what he wanted. Now he didn't have enough money to buy a meal, and he was stuck in a town filled with people as hostile toward the Russian government as they were toward strangers - especially strangers who couldn't speak the language.

So Craig Weedie finally left the village he'd been stranded in yesterday morning, without checking out of the hotel. He couldn't afford to pay the bill, anyway. When and if civilization returned, he'd get INN to pay the bill. If not, it didn't matter anyway.

Wearing his down parka and a backpack crammed full of gear for the harsh winter, Craig set off on foot. He took the road that led to the Russian military base at Peliograd, about fifteen kilometers away. He was lucky enough to get a ride with a local laborer for part of the way, and that saved him some time. But he didn't cover the full distance on the first day of the trek, as he had hoped.

After spending a cold night in a remote area on the sh.o.r.es of the Caspian Sea, Craig rose, folded up his insulated thermal tent, rolled up his sleeping bag, oriented himself, and proceeded to walk the remaining five kilometers or so to the entrance of the base at Peliograd.

The day was bright, sunny, and crisp - a little mild for this time of the year, but he didn't mind. Temperatures could easily have fallen to minus fifty. As he walked, Craig recalled the first time he'd made this trip along the sh.o.r.e of the Caspian Sea. He had gone to Peliograd a few weeks before to interview General Kolgan, the commander of the base, as part of his sea monster story. Some of Kolgan's soldiers had been loading a patrol boat when they spotted the creature - they claimed.

Craig and the general had gotten along well, and Craig presented the man with his own Sony video-ca.s.sette recorder - Craig knew he could always wheedle another one out of the folks at Fellow Traveler. Craig liked and trusted the general, and hoped that the Russian would have a cot for him to sleep on until the blackout pa.s.sed or until he could arrange transportation to Moscow.

But as the American trudged up a steep, rocky hill that overlooked the sea and the sh.o.r.e ahead of him, he noticed plumes of smoke rising in the distance. Craig hurried up to the top of the hill. Breathing heavily from the exertion, he dropped his backpack and drew out his binoculars.

Squinting through the lenses, he focused on the Russian military base in the distance. Then the American gasped.

An unbelievable sight greeted him ... two of them, in fact!

Pudong New Area.

Shanghai, People's Republic of China.

The first civil authority to respond to Manda's invasion of Pudong New Area was the Chinese Navy, which dispatched s.h.i.+ps and helicopters. Despite a total lack of radio communications, the navy managed to mount a well-organized and effective counterattack.

A Chinese naval officer who was enjoying leave brought the Chinese Navy its first warning. The sailor had been on his way to meet his girlfriend, who worked in Pudong New Area, when he saw Manda emerge from the construction site. The officer immediately appropriated a motorcycle from a messenger and sped to the Chinese naval yard at Jiangnan, on the coast of the old town of Shanghai.

Admiral Lu'un, an experienced blue-water naval officer, immediately took control of the defense of the city.

The admiral quickly formulated a clever plan using the resources he had at his fingertips. He scrambled a flight of six brand-new Mil Mi-28 Havoc attack helicopters belonging to the Chinese marines. The attack helicopters were recently purchased from the Russians, and the pilots were still in training.

Armed with a thirty-millimeter 2A42 high-velocity chin machine gun and over 5,000 pounds of wing-mounted rockets in four pods, the Havocs deployed to drive Manda out of the city and back into the East China Sea. There, two Jianghu-cla.s.s missile frigates and an ES5G missile submarine would launch an attack on the dragon.

When the Havocs arrived over Pudong New Area, they found Manda many stories above the streets, coiled around the center section of the Pearl TV Tower. Inside the building, hundreds of office workers were trapped. The power had been lost, and the elevators were not working. Already stairwells were clogged with frightened people.

As Manda climbed the gla.s.s-and-steel structure, the Havocs approached. The vibrations from their blades beat against the windows of the skysc.r.a.pers of Pudong New Area. Circling the tower with the dragon coiled around it, the Havocs soon unleashed their fury.

Hundreds of bullets and dozens of rockets were launched in seconds. The munitions struck Manda repeatedly, but they also tore through the tower, killing many workers who were trying to flee. Cover was impossible - the sh.e.l.ls fired from the chin gun ripped through the gla.s.s windows and the thin part.i.tions between the offices.

Shards of gla.s.s were blasted inside dozens of offices, even as the gla.s.s rained down on people below, who were trying to get out of the building's lobby.

The rockets struck the center of the skysc.r.a.per, too. Multiple explosions weakened the structural integrity of the building. Fires broke out on a half-dozen floors. Soon smoke began pouring out of the shattered windows.

The dragon Manda was unaffected. Bullets bounced off its armorlike scales, and the rockets detonated on its thick skin but did not penetrate to damage anything vital.

The noise and confusion disoriented the creature. In its frenzied throes of rage and bewilderment, Manda tightened its grip, crus.h.i.+ng the center of the Pearl TV Tower. The tip of the pointed skysc.r.a.per began to sway. Then it plunged into the streets below, spilling hapless workers through broken plate-gla.s.s windows and into the concrete canyons.

Manda plunged, too. The creature dropped to the Earth and landed with a world-shaking sound. Concrete sidewalks caved in under the creature's weight. But Manda struggled to its feet and began to crawl away.

As the Havocs kept up their merciless pounding, the gigantic dragon was driven to the East China Sea.

When the monster was near the sh.o.r.e, Chinese Navy observers spotted it. Admiral Lu'un pointed the frigates' missile launchers at the creature and ordered the attack to commence.

Dozens of missiles leaped into the air in a haze of smoke and exhaust. The frigates were obscured by a white mist from which bright streaks issued intermittently. The missiles arched over the city and landed all around the dragon, leveling buildings, overturning cars and buses, and killing hundreds.

The missile submarine, which had to remain on the surface to fire, launched its cruise missiles as well.

It was the sound made by the launch of these larger rockets that was heard by the crew of the j.a.panese submarine Takas.h.i.+o on its sonar.

More and more missiles rained down on Manda, driving the creature into a frenzy. It crawled toward the bay on its stubby legs as explosions detonated all around it. It hissed and growled the whole way.

Admiral Lu'un was satisfied with his attack.

Soon Manda would be driven from the city limits and into the sea. Despite the terrible destruction and death in Shanghai, the attack was going well and his tactics had succeeded.

That is, until the monster called G.o.dzilla emerged from the East China Sea and approached the wars.h.i.+ps. His arrival changed everything ...

On the sh.o.r.es of the Caspian Sea.

Near the Russian military base at Peliograd.

Craig Weedie looked in awe and amazement at the tableau spread out below him. He could clearly see the dock from which military patrol vessels were launched. There were no s.h.i.+ps moored there now, however - it looked as if the entire base had been abandoned.

And it was evident why.

Standing in the middle of the rubble and smoke of the shattered remains of Peliograd, the monster Gigan roared a defiant challenge at the equally amazing creature that lumbered out of the Caspian Sea.

That must be Anguirus, the backpacker decided as a huge, four-legged creature crawled across the sh.o.r.e toward the blue-and-gold-scaled monster that swiped at it with huge, curved metallic claws. Anguirus roared with a barking honk that echoed for miles.

Weedie dropped his binoculars and drew his camera and telephoto lens from his backpack; he wished he still had his Sony videoca.s.sette recorder.

Anguirus was an impressive creature. Just as described by eyewitnesses, the creature's back was covered by a hard, bony sh.e.l.l. The sh.e.l.l had hundreds of sharp, irregular spikes, like those on a porcupine. The monster had a long snout, topped by a short horn like a rhino's.

Anguirus, Craig estimated, was about 100 meters long and more than fifty meters high. His mouth was lined with yellow teeth, and his eyes gleamed with malevolent fury at the unearthly beast he faced.

Craig Weedie quickly peered through the telephoto lens and began to snap pictures of the battle that ensued. His stomach suddenly growled, and the backpacker realized he hadn't eaten that morning. While he continued to snap photos, he s.n.a.t.c.hed a granola bar out of his pocket and began to eat.

It was going to be an exciting morning, and he wanted to keep up his strength.

For several minutes, the monsters barked roars at each other, as if sizing up the enemy. The unearthly sound Gigan made was a shrill electronic wail that shook Craig Weedie's teeth. Anguirus's roar was more beastlike and predatory, but no less ear-shattering. From his vantage point half a kilometer away, Craig could feel the rocky ridge he sat upon vibrate. Anguirus pawed the ground with his foreleg as he prepared to charge the strange creature that had invaded his territory.

Then, with a sudden burst of speed that surprised the American youth, Anguirus lunged at Gigan's throat. His slavering jaws were wide as he rose up on his hind legs and reached out for the other creature's neck.

The four-legged brute clambered up a low embankment on his powerful legs and sank his ivory teeth into Gigan's neck.

Anguirus shook his mighty head like a bulldog clutching a rag doll. Gigan, stunned by the attack, flailed its curved claws in futile defense. As Anguirus closed his jaws around the blue-scaled monster's throat, strange silvery ichor gushed out of Gigan's wounds.

But the cyborg monster was not finished off yet.

Craig watched in disbelief as the buzz saw on Gigan's chest burst into motion. He could hear the sound of the chest-mounted weapon as it was engaged.

The teeth of the saw caught Anguirus on the creature's relatively soft underbelly. Anguirus howled in rage and pain and let loose of Gigan's throat. The cyborg stumbled backward, finally toppling onto a burning building in the heart of the ruined military base.

When the cyborg monster struck the ground, the land under Craig Weedie shook. He fumbled with his camera and realized he was out of film. As he quickly reloaded, Anguirus, black blood streaming from his wounded belly, continued the attack. He lunged at Gigan again, while the cyborg was down in the rubble.

The two creatures locked into a clinch, tearing and ripping at each other with fang and claw.

Suddenly, the thunderous sound of the battle of the t.i.tans was interrupted by a more familiar noise - the sound of jet fighters approaching from the east.

Shanghai ...

G.o.dzilla lumbered past the two Chinese wars.h.i.+ps, moving them aside with the backwash of his pa.s.sing. As the frigates maneuvered to get out of the monster's path, sailors on deck opened up on G.o.dzilla with machine-gun and small-cannon fire. The sh.e.l.ls detonated harmlessly against G.o.dzilla's thick hide.

With a quick maneuver, the frigates moved out of the path of G.o.dzilla. The missile submarine, floating on the surface of the sea between the sh.o.r.es of Shanghai and Changxing Island, was not so quick - or so fortunate.

G.o.dzilla slammed into the vessel with all of his ma.s.sive, unimaginable power and bulk. Though the Romeo-cla.s.s submarine was built to withstand the incredible pressure of the ocean depths, it could not endure the force of G.o.dzilla's attack. With an ear-shattering crash, the submarine split in two even as it capsized. G.o.dzilla reached his forearms down and thrust the wreckage aside.

Curiously, there was no explosion. The two halves of the submarine simply sank, spilling some sailors into the violently churning waters while dragging the others down with it.

With the naval attack broken, Manda raised its serpentine head once again, hissing curiously. Then its elongated eyes focused on G.o.dzilla, and the dragon hissed again. This time the sound was clearly a warning.

G.o.dzilla bellowed a challenge, and the sound of his mighty roar echoed over the decimated city of Shanghai.

Blue flashes rippled across G.o.dzilla's dorsal spines, and a blast of blue radioactive fire washed over Manda. The dragon pulled back its wedge-shaped head and squinted its eyes against the a.s.sault, but took no more notice of the energy blast than it would off a stream of water fired by a squirt gun.

Manda hissed angrily and slipped off the docks and into the sea. Its head raised above the waves, Manda swam quickly toward G.o.dzilla.

The creatures soon met. G.o.dzilla lashed out at Manda with his foreclaws. He quickly seized the dragon's coiled body and lifted the monster out of the tossing waves. But grabbing a dragon and holding it were two different things, as G.o.dzilla soon learned.