Two of the bestselling storytellers of all time have created an
unforgettable thriller. A once-in-a-century volcanic eruption is
about to destroy the Big Island of Hawaii. But a decades-old
military secret could turn the volcano into something even
more terrifying... Now it’s up to a handful of brave individuals
to save the island – and the entire world.
A helicopter appeared in the window of the data room at the Hawaiian Volcano Observatory, frighteningly close and low; it rushed past them and swooped down into the caldera.
"Sweet Jesus!" lead programmer Kenny Wong yelled, running to the window to get a better look.
"Get the tail number," John MacGregor, scientist in charge of HVO, snapped, "and call Hilo ASAP. Whoever that idiot is, he's going to give one of the tourists a haircut!" He went to the window and watched as the helicopter dropped low and thumped its way across the smoking plain of the caldera. The pilot couldn't be more than twenty feet above the ground.
Beside MacGregor, Kenny watched through binoculars. "It's Paradise Helicopters," he said, sounding puzzled. Paradise Helicopters was a reputable operation based in Hilo. Their pilots ferried tourists over the volcanic fields and up the coast to Kohala to look at the waterfalls.
Mac shook his head. "They know there's a fifteen-hundred-foot limit everywhere in the park. What the hell are they doing?"
The helicopter swung back and slowly circled the far edge of the caldera, nearly brushing the smoking vertical walls.
The woman in charge of the volcano alert levels, Pia Wilson, cupped her hand over the phone. "I got Paradise Helicopters. They say they're not flying. They leased that one to Jake."
"Is there any news at the moment I might like?" Mac said.
"With Jake at the controls, there is no good news," Kenny said.
"Apparently Jake's got a cameraman from CBS with him, some stringer from Hilo," Pia said. "The guy's pushing for exclusive footage of the new eruption."
"Hey, Mac? You're not going to believe this." She flicked on all the remote monitors at the main video panel to show the eastern flank of Kīlauea. "The pilot just flew into the eastern lake at the summit of Kīlauea."
MacGregor sat down in front of the monitors. Four miles away, the black cinder cone of Pu'u'ō'ō — the Hawaiian name meant "Hill of the Digging Stick" — rose three hundred feet high on the east flank. That cone had been a center of volcanic activity since it erupted in 1983, spitting a fountain of lava two thousand feet into the air. The eruption continued all year, producing enormous quantities of lava that flowed for eight miles down to the ocean. Along the way, it had buried the entire town of Kalapana, destroyed two hundred houses, and filled in a large bay at Kaimūī, where the lava poured steaming into the sea. The activity from Pu'u'ō'ō went on for thirty-five years — one of the longest continuous volcanic eruptions in recorded history — ending only when the crater collapsed in 2018.
Tourist helicopters scoured the area looking for a new place to take pictures, and pilots discovered a lake that had opened to the east of the collapsed crater. Hot lava bubbled and slapped in incandescent waves against the sides of a smaller cone. Occasionally the lava would fountain fifty feet into the air above the glowing surface. But the crater containing the eastern lake was only about a hundred yards in diameter—much too narrow to descend into.
Helicopters never went inside it.
Until now.
MacGregor said, "Do we know gas levels down in there?" Near the lava lake, there would be high concentrations of sulfur dioxide and carbon monoxide. MacGregor squinted at his monitor.
"Can you see if the pilot's got oxygen? 'Cause the cameraman sure doesn't. Both these idiots could pass out if they stay there."
“The helicopter swung and seemed to flip onto its side.”
"Or the engine could quit," Kenny said. He shook his head. "Helicopter engines need air. And there's not a lot of air down there."
Jenny Kimura, head lab scientist in charge of the lab, said, "They're leaving now, Mac."
As they watched, the helicopter began to rise. They saw the cameraman turn and raise an angry fist at Jake Rogers. Clearly he didn't want to leave.
That meant Rogers's passenger was even more reckless than he was.
"Go," MacGregor said to the screen as if Jake Rogers could hear him. "You've been lucky, Jake. Just go."
The helicopter rose faster. The cameraman slammed the door angrily. The helicopter began to turn as it reached the crater rim.
"Now we'll see if they make it through the thermals," MacGregor said.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, and the helicopter swung and seemed to flip onto its side. It spun laterally across the interior and slammed into the far wall of the crater, raising a tremendous cloud of ash that obscured their view.
In silence, they watched as the dust slowly cleared. They saw the helicopter on its side, about two hundred feet below the rim, resting precariously at the edge of a deep shelf below the crater wall, a rocky incline that sloped down to the lava lake.
"Somebody get on the radio," Mac said, "and see if the dumb bastards are alive."
Everyone in the room continued to stare at the monitors. Nothing happened right away; it was as if time had somehow stopped moving when the helicopter did. Then, as they watched, a few small boulders beneath the helicopter began to trickle down. The boulders splashed into the lava lake and disappeared below the molten surface.
More rocks clattered down the sloping crater wall, then more —larger rocks now —and then it became a landslide. The helicopter shifted and began to glide down with the rocks toward the hot lava. They all watched in horror as the helicopter continued its downward slide. Dust and steam obscured their view for a moment, and when it blew away, they could see the helicopter lying on its side, rotor blades bent against the rock, skids facing outward, about fifty feet above the lava.
Kenny said, "That's scree. I don't know how long it'll hold."
MacGregor nodded. Most of the crater was composed of ejecta from the volcano, pumice-like rocks and pebbles that were crumbly and treacherous underfoot, ready to collapse at any moment.
From across the room, Jenny said, "Mac? Hilo still has contact. They're both alive. The cameraman's hurt, but they're alive."
"How much daylight do we have left?" MacGregor asked her.
"An hour and a half at most."
"Call Bill Kamoku, tell him to start his engine," Mac said. "Call Hilo, tell them to close the area to all other aircraft. Call Kona, tell 'em the same thing. Meantime I need a pack and a rig and somebody to stand safety. You decide who. I'm out of here in five. We wait, they die."
Extracted from Eruption by Michael Crichton and James Patterson, out now.
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