All Lex localis Press book titles are listed in Directory of Open Access Books.Ī collection of our books is indexed by the Book Citation Index in the Web of Science™ Core Collection. If you are an author and interested to publish in Open Access, please contact us via email at: or upload your manuscript at online submission. Authors pay a Book Publication Fee and sign one of the Creative Commons-licenses that we offer. We offer authors the possibility to publish their monograph or edited volume in Open Access, so that it is freely available online immediately upon publication. "A helicopter" she announced excitedly, pointing in a westerly direction through the tops of the trees.Institute for Local Self-Government (Lex localis Press) is a reputable scholarly publisher of quality social sciences scholarly books, conference proceedings, dissertations and articles ( Lex localis - Journal of Local Self-Government). She cupped her hands to her ears and turned back and forth like a radar antenna. One of the female students heard it first. "They'll come through," offered Chaco in a hollow tone. The consequences might very well prove to be nothing less than disastrous. Despite Chaco's influence, the Peruvian news media were bound to make an overblown incident out of it. If the two stupid Americans drowned themselves, there would be a government inquiry. Unforeseen obstacles or problems irritated him. In Chachapoyas, Chaco pulled out a handkerchief and mopped his face. "We've seen no sign of their air bubbles for the last ten minutes." But this was South America and speed was seldom a priority.
Chaco helplessly shared Miller's anxiety over the slow response time.
It was impossible for them to airlift the dive team and their equipment to the sinkhole before sundown. Their water escape and recovery team was on a training mission far to the south of Peru near the Chilean border. In a voice frantic with desperation, Chaco had informed him that the Peruvian navy was caught unprepared for an emergency. Two more victims added to the countless number who had disappeared into the morbid waters through the centuries. They had to be dead, their air used up long ago. Nothing could save Shannon and Miles now. Any attempt at rescue now seemed an empty gesture. One hour and forty-five minute had passed since Shannon and Miles had entered the sacrificial pool. Then with shaking hands he gripped the radio transmitter and began sending out an urgent call for help. Can you arrange to have a dive rescue team rushed to the sinkhole?" Their plane isn't scheduled to land in Lima for another four hours." "Not possible," Chaco replied helplessly. Ignoring the younger people, he walked directly up to the anthropologist.Ĭhaco caught his breath, closed his eyes for a second. He was dressed in a thin, shorty wet suit for diving in warm waters. 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. The tops of the surrounding trees were whipped into a frenzy as the helicopter began its descent into a small clearing beside the sinkhole. A minute later a turquoise helicopter with the letters NUMA painted on its sides swept into view. The faint thumping sound of a rotor blade beating the air came toward them, growing louder with each passing moment. In an expectant hush everyone around the rim of the pool listened.
"They planned to resurface after thirty minutes."
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