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One hour and forty-five minute had passed since Shannon and Miles had entered the sacrificial pool. Any attempt at rescue now seemed an empty gesture. Nothing could save Shannon and Miles now. They had to be dead, their air used up long ago. Two more victims added to the countless number who had disappeared into the morbid waters through the centuries.

"When did they enter the water?"

Chaco caught his breath, closed his eyes for a second. "Doesn't sound good, my friend. This is not what we planned."

"They planned to resurface after thirty minutes."

The tops of the surrounding trees were whipped into a frenzy as the helicopter began its descent into a small clearing beside the sinkhole. The landing skids were still in the air when the fuselage door opened and a tall man with wavy black hair made an agile leap to the ground. He was dressed in a thin, shorty wet suit for diving in warm waters. Ignoring the younger people, he walked directly up to the anthropologist.

"When did they enter the water?"

"Good luck to you, Juan. I'll stand by the radio at this end."

"I will, I promise you," Miller said grimly.

"Can you send the dive team ahead by helicopter?" asked Miller.

Miller said nothing. There was nothing more to say. He broke contact with Chaco and hurried back to the silent group of students, who were staring down into the sinkhole with dread.

"It's still early." Chaco sighed. "So what's the problem?"

One of the female students heard it first. She cupped her hands to her ears and turned back and forth like a radar antenna. "A helicopter" she announced excitedly, pointing in a westerly direction through the tops of the trees.

"Good luck to you, Juan. I'll stand by the radio at this end."

"They planned to resurface after thirty minutes."

"Can you send the dive team ahead by helicopter?" asked Miller.

In a voice frantic with desperation, Chaco had informed him that the Peruvian navy was caught unprepared for an emergency. Their water escape and recovery team was on a training mission far to the south of Peru near the Chilean border. It was impossible for them to airlift the dive team and their equipment to the sinkhole before sundown. Chaco helplessly shared Miller's anxiety over the slow response time. But this was South America and speed was seldom a priority.

"When did they enter the water?"

"Good luck to you, Juan. I'll stand by the radio at this end."

"It's still early." Chaco sighed. "So what's the problem?"

"Good luck to you, Juan. I'll stand by the radio at this end."

"We've seen no sign of their air bubbles for the last ten minutes."

"We've seen no sign of their air bubbles for the last ten minutes."

"All we need now," he muttered to himself, "are two dead archaeologists in the pool."

One of the female students heard it first. She cupped her hands to her ears and turned back and forth like a radar antenna. "A helicopter" she announced excitedly, pointing in a westerly direction through the tops of the trees.

Miller checked his watch again. "Twenty-seven minutes ago."

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