All Chapters of The Island of the Silence: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The green light was reflected on the black water. Nobody rushed. The boat drove slowly forward by itself as if the flow to this Pull point. Before them the tunnel opened to a small underground chamber. The ceiling was high, almost dome-shaped. On the right wall was a metal Platform, half above the water. There. a lock. No old mechanism. Modern. Clean. Like she was used regularly. And the display was still lit. Please put the sample in the lock. Mara wrapped the metal box tighter. John became pale. His breath stopped. “That should not exist.” Jonas looked at him. “You built it?” John shook his head. ‘No. There wasn't that. The tunnel yes, but... not that.” Elias looked back to the entrance. Behind them was only darkness. But the drone of the research vessel was dullly echoed by the rock. They were not safe yet. “Then we should decide quickly.” Mara stared at the display. Sample. They called it sample. Not box. Not human. Not Lena. Again the metal vibra

Mara couldn't move. It wasn't just the shock. It was like her body forgot how. Three people stood at the entrance of the tunnel. Three bodies. But her faces were wrong. The first was her own face — older, pale, the eyes empty, the hair wet to the Cheeks glued. The second was Lena, as Mara had just seen her, but grown up. The third is a strange boy. But their mouths moved exactly at the same time. Her voices were overlaid. Like a choir. “Please return the sample.” Jonas joined Mara. The blade in his hand did not tremble. But his shoulders were tensed like a stretched rope. ‘Back.’ The three figures did not react. They took a step into the light at the same time. Dr. Falk went backwards. His voice was barely audible. ‘Echo carrier...’ John looked at him sharply. “What?” Dr. Falk answered without taking the look of the figures. “Freight trials. People into whom fragments were transferred. Not completely. Just patterns. Remnants of memory. They are controlled.”

Mara stayed in the middle of the gang. The phone trembled in her wet hand. The screen jumped. Salt water still ran between the cracks. It had must not work. But the message was there. Room 214. Hurry. – Lena Jonas immediately turned to her. “What is it?” Mara held him the display. He read. And even in the weak emergency light, she saw how his face changed. No doubt. He believed her right away. Elias sweared quietly. “This is getting better and better.” But Mara only stared at the sentence. Not help. Don't save me. Hurry up. It's like time is getting short. Like Lena didn't have long. The box in her arms was quiet. No knocking. No light. Just the cold metal. Almost as if the chip had said everything that had to be said. They ran on. The supply tunnel rose steeply. Metal grades. Rusty handrails. The sea outdated somewhere deep beneath them. Mara believed to take steps behind him but she didn't turn around. She couldn't. If she turned around again, she woul

“What?!” Elias shouted the word, but Mara didn't think. She trusted the voice. Maybe that was crazy. Maybe it was the most crazy thing she had ever done. But everything she had so far led to Lena was exactly that feeling. She ripped the belt. Packed Jonas on the arm. “Now!” Jonas just looked at her for half a second. Then he nodded. He believed her. No question. He pulled the steering wheel sharply to the right. Directly on a parking van. Elias cried in the back. At the last moment, Mara and Jonas jumped at the same time. The doors open. They threw themselves out of the driving taxi. Asphalt. A brutal blow. Mara rolled over the street. Pain shot through her shoulder. The black folder flew apart, sides swirled through the air like white birds. Then an ear-powdering bang. The taxi crashed in front of the van. At the same time, the man in the van activated his device. A blue arc shot out of the device. He hit the cab. And the whole body exploded in a white fla

Mara could hardly hold the photo. Her hands trembled so strongly that the cell phone almost slipped out of her hand. The girl on the screen was pale. Infusions ran into her arm. ♪ the sterile white of a sick room. But the eyes. It was Lena's eyes. Not similar. Not almost. The same. And the word on the paper met Mara deeper than anything before. Sister. She took a look at Jonas. The rain became stronger. Cold drops ran over his forehead, mixed with Blood. “What do you mean by Subject 0?” Jonas slowly set up. He seemed exhausted, but something in his view was changed. It's like lightning broke up. He didn't look surprised he knew the answer. Rather, it's scared that he remembered. “I don’t know everything. Only fragments.” He pressed his fingers to the temples. “The band... it blocked memories. The chip solved it.” Elias came closer. “Then explain the fragments quickly. Before the next madman appears.” Jonas nodded, breathed deeply. Then he looked at Mara. “Yo