They stepped through the service tunnels and moved past the hospital ward below them, which was filling up with patients.
“Where did all these Nazis come from?” Val asked as he stepped over a light blue pipe.
“Look to be victims from our little show back at the subway station,” Collins whispered as he tailed Val.
“That was you? Nice job!” said Val.
“Thank you…I guess,” responded Collins.
They arrived above the morgue after navigating through the maze of tunnels. Max crawled down onto his stomach and lifted one of the plaster ceiling tiles, and peeked into the dark room. He put it back in place and turned to his team. “Apart from the dead bodies, it’s empty. Val, what’s farther down the tunnel?”
“We make a left up ahead and that leads us to the power station water supply, but the tunnels loop back around and split. One side, the one with all the red pipes, goes to the power station and the observation room where I found you. The yellow pipes lead us back to the warehouses. And those gray pipes take you to the motor pool. It could be an alternate escape route or we could get sandwiched. Either way we are looking at around 10 minutes to get to the yellow warehouse.”
Max thought about it for a moment. “Okay, then we grab Solange and Ditter and head out the way we came and follow the yellow brick road. At least we know where it ends up.”
“Hold on there, Max. Who are Solange and Ditter?” Dean asked.
“She’s his girlfriend,” Val snickered.
“What? We are risking capture for a girl? I think our main priority is to stop whatever the hell is going on here.”
Max looked toward Dean. “Frankly, Major, we don’t have enough manpower to do much damage. So my plan is to get the girl and her grandfather, leave this dungeon, and then call in the troops. If that’s all right with you.”
There was a few seconds of silence. “Lieutenant Commander, right now I don’t quite grasp or know what’s going on, but since it looks like you have your mind set, and splitting our firepower would be suicide, I will go with your plan. But if we do have the opportunity to do some damage, I’m going to take it,” Dean said forcefully.
Val pushed himself past Max. “If you guys are done, we have work to do.” He removed one of the tiles and jumped down into the morgue.
Max lay on the cold concrete floor and looked through the small slit under the door, catching a glimpse of three pairs of shoes. Two were standing next to a steel door and the other looked to be at a desk.
Max pushed himself up and turned to Val. “I’ve got a plan.”
**
It was the guard closest to the morgue’s door who first heard the sound.
“What are you doing, Corporal?” the sergeant behind one of the two metal desks called out.
“Heard a noise, going to check it out.”
“Private, go with him. And remember that we are on high alert.”
The corporal and private walked the 20 steps to the morgue’s entrance, and heard the sound again.
“Shit! It’s moaning. One of our guys is still alive!”
They ran to the door and opened it to find a naked dead body flying toward them.
“Jesus!” was the last word the private uttered as .45 caliber bullets entered him and the corporal. The sergeant at the desk had managed to escape the deadly wall of copper as he opened and fell through the thick metal door with only two bullets lodged in his body.
Max ran to the doorway the sergeant had escaped through, opened it, and was greeted by a crowd of SS soldiers running toward the cellblock, intent on killing him.
Max shut and locked the door. “We’ve got company!” he yelled as a barrage of bullets began to dent the metal.
Val was working on the cell lock when Max stepped next to him and whispered in his ear, “Take your time, why don’t you?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Click.
The door opened and Solange was the first to run out and hug Val.
“This is neither the time, nor the place to make your boyfriend jealous,” Val smiled at Solange.
“If we are all done with this moment, I would like to leave,” Dean said to Val.
“See, Max, I told you jarhead officers have a sense of humor.”
Another barrage of bullets riddled the door. This time it was Collins who spoke. “One thing I have learned in my time is that these Nazis are not as dumb as you think. So it’s a matter of time before they figure it out and blow up that nice little door behind us.”
Max stepped next to Solange and placed a gentle hand on her arm. “You all right?” he asked.
“Yes. You don’t look so good.”
“I’ll be fine. Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He pointed to the morgue’s open door as another barrage of bullets slammed into the door behind them. “Change of plans. We go the long way. Val, you have point.”
Max was the last one up into the ceiling. A loud explosion tore through the holding block, sending the door flying off its hinges across the hall, embedding itself into the concrete wall.
Max put the roof tile back in its place and hurried down the tunnel right behind Dean. After a short sprint, Max grabbed Dean by his shoulder. Dean turned and looked at Max, who held his finger up to his lips. “They’re in the tunnels.”
Dean nodded when he heard the sounds echoing throughout the tunnel. “What do you want to do about it?”
Max looked through a small glass window embedded in the wall. “Do you still have those explosive charges?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Wanna do some damage?” He grinned at Dean.
Dean was beginning to like this guy. “Sure, what do you have in mind?”
“Quick, set the timer to 10 minutes and put it—” Max looked around for a spot. “Here. Yeah, that should do the trick.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You and our Nazi friends down the tunnel will find out in 10 minutes. Check your watch and let’s go. Trust me, you do not want to be anywhere in this area when that charge goes off.” Max slapped Dean’s back as he ran past him.
“Crazy Navy swab,” Dean muttered as he set the charge, then ran to catch up.
Max passed each member of the group and told them that they had to pick up the pace. Val, who was now leading the group, kept his concentration on the tunnel ahead as Max explained his little diversion.
“Man, you should have asked me first. What happens if we run into trouble?” Val then raised his MP5 and emptied it at the dark tunnel ahead. “Cover!” he yelled back. “This is what I was talking about!”
Instinctively, Max took cover as a barrage of bullets ricocheted off the concrete column he had hidden behind. He waited a moment and began to shoot into the dark void. Val reloaded and looked back, making sure the rest of the group had taken cover.
“Great! What now, genius?” Val yelled at Max as a volley of deadly hot copper was exchanged.
“Reloading!” Max yelled.
Val took up position and shot in burst mode at the unseen enemy as Max reloaded.
Max looked back when he heard the distinctive sound of the grease gun going off.
“We are taking fire!” Collins yelled as he reloaded and Dean shot into the dark tunnel.
Fuck! Sandwiched.
“They are making us use all our ammunition!” Max said.
“You think?” Val yelled sarcastically. “Reloading!”
Max took up position and began to shoot in the dark as Val reloaded.
“Shit! Grenade!” Dean yelled from behind.
Max turned to see Dean jump forward, grab a long stick grenade, and throw it back into the dark tunnel. The grenade flew through the air and hit another grenade coming the opposite way. Dean’s grenade exploded and ignited the second grenade, causing part of the tunnel to give way.
The concussion from the two grenades going off simultaneously shook everyone within the tunnel. Max could barely hear Dean yelling at him from the after-effect of the explosion, but he knew what he was saying. Max grabbed Val, who was busy putting holes in the tunnel walls, and motioned him to look back.
“Got it!” Val said, “Go! Go! Go! I’ll cover!” he yelled as he saw Max grab Solange and Ditter and disappear into a dark hole. Val stepped back until he was back to back with Collins, both shooting in opposite directions. Then he saw Dean pull out two satchel charges and throw one in each direction before dropping through the hole. Collins then grabbed Val, and pulled him off his feet and down into the dark hole in the floor of the tunnel.
Val fell eight feet onto wooden crates below and rolled several times before he was dragged, again by Collins, with the extra pull from Dean, down the pile of boxes and behind what looked like a truck. They managed to take cover behind it as both satchel charges went off, disintegrating everything in the tunnel above their heads. The German halftrack truck they now took cover behind took the brunt of the explosion, along with the wooden crates around it, which were now on fire, giving the giant chamber an eerie glow.
“That was fun!” Val said to Collins as he stood up and looked at the hundreds of trucks, cars, and equipment surrounding them.
Collins slapped Val on his back. “You’re all right in my book!”
“Thanks, man. And thank you for pulling me out.”
“Kiss already!” Max said as he surveyed their new location. It was another warehouse carved out of the mountain, much like the green warehouse, except this one had a painted gray horizontal line adorning its walls and was filled to capacity with vehicles of all types, all neatly lined up in rows that stretched out toward a door embedded into the far wall, two football fields away.
“Val, how far were we from the elevator shaft when we hit that ambush?”
“Still had a ways to go. A few hundred meters, I’d guess.”
“Six minutes, Commander,” Dean said.
Max looked at his watch, then back at Dean. He jumped up onto a WWII Tiger tank and scanned the area. “Collins, you know how to drive this thing?”
“Sure, if it runs.”
“Well, lucky for us the Nazis have been fueling up. Look at the gas truck over there. Spread out and find a tank that has been filled up. And hurry!”
The group fanned out, and 20 seconds later Max heard the engine of a Tiger tank come to life. They all arrived at Collins’s new toy.
“Hop in,” he said as his head stuck out a small hatch.
It was a tight fit in the cabin.
Max noticed that Dean was not among them. “Where’s the major, Collins?”
“Right on top of you. Here, grab these. I figured we could use them,” Dean answered from above the open commander’s tank hatch.
Max reached up and grabbed a heavy tank shell. He brought it down, looked around in the cabin, and found the ammunition storage.
“How many did you get?”
“Just two, and this ammunition belt for the machine gun. It’s all I could carry.”
“That will have to do, then. Collins, floor it!”
The Tiger tank jumped forward and began to crawl over motorcycles and Volkswagens, its steel tracks crushing them under its tonnage of weight until it reached the center of the chamber, which was clear of obstructions all the way to the entrance into the warehouse at the far end. Collins accelerated at full throttle with a clear view of the exit. It took them all of one minute to get to the warehouse door. Once there, Dean and Max got out to inspect it.
“There, hit the switch,” Max said, pointing at a metal box with three buttons: top was green, middle yellow, and bottom red.
Dean pressed the green button on the electric box and a grinding sound emanated from the steel door as it began to open.
“Max, this is cutting it too close,” Dean said.
Max looked at Dean. “Shall we?” He waved Dean ahead of him. Dean led first with the grease gun as he peeked into the tunnel behind the opening door.
In front, the tunnel wall extended to his right and left. It was lit and Dean could see that to the right, the tunnel ended, but to the left it kept going to another cross tunnel a few hundred yards away. Unfortunately, that was also the same direction from which a couple hundred uniformed SS soldiers were running toward them.
Dean stepped back into the warehouse and looked at Max. “Well, I thought I’d make it out of this war, but now I’m not so sure.”
Max saw the flood of angry Nazis headed his way. “You might be right.” He winked at Dean and looked at his watch, then at the door, and made up his mind. “Get in the tank, Dean. We are going for a ride! Val! Make sure that machine gun and that cannon are loaded. Ditter, Solange, when I say ‘fire,’ you guys cover your ears and hold on.”
Max studied the door and figured that it had opened enough for the tank to pass through when Ditter asked the question on everyone’s minds. “Max, what was it that was going to happen in six minutes?”
The tank shook slightly as a deep and distant explosion vibrated through the complex. Max looked down at Ditter. “That! Let’s get out of here! Punch it, Collins!”
Hermann Wehr led the charge to the warehouse where the alarm system had detected one of the motor pool doors opening. A troop carrier rumbled past him, carrying a few dozen men ready and willing to fight to the death. He looked past the speeding truck and was caught off guard as the mouth of the warehouse spit out a Tiger tank. The tank slid sideways and slammed into the opposite wall, collapsing part of the tunnel’s ceiling on top of it. Hermann stopped in his tracks and watched as the tank skidded on the slick concrete floor, and accelerated straight for them.
The main gun from the tank erupted in a ball of fire as its deadly shell spit out from the barrel and found the troop carrier’s engine bay, exploding, and turning it into a twisted metal inferno, disintegrating its passengers.
“Spread out!” Hermann shouted as the tank’s front machine gun turret fired into the main crowd of soldiers, killing over 20 of his men. Hermann dove aside to avoid the deadly arc of fire from the tank, and waited until it passed.
He got up from his prone position and surveyed the carnage until he found what he was looking for. He picked up the weapon and pointed the rocket-propelled grenade at the weak end of the Tiger tank: its rear engine bay.
“Now it’s my turn!” Hermann yelled as he turned on the laser sight, aimed the weapon, and grinned.
Just as Hermann was about to squeeze the trigger he felt a rumbling at his feet. He took a second to look around and saw his men dropping their weapons and running in the same direction as the tank.
Hermann felt the cool breeze hit the back of his neck, and turned his head. Directly behind him, a 20-foot wall of water embedded with tumbling cars, trucks, and motorcycles rolled toward him. He turned back around, took aim, and fired just as the wall of water engulfed him.
**
“Faster, Collins! We’re about to take a bath!”
“What is he talking about, Val?” Solange asked.
“Well, your boyfriend had the smart idea to blow the water-holding tank that provided power to the electric generators.” The machine gun erupted another burst at the crowd outside of the tank. “Unfortunately, he did not know what I knew, and in the future I would tell him to ask for permission before he gets any harebrained ideas.”
“Know what?” Ditter asked as he crunched down when a barrage of bullets ricocheted off their steel protective cocoon.
“Oh...nothing big.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Just that the water-holding tank is a little bigger than he thought, which is why I did not even think about it.”
“How big a tank are we talking about?” Max asked.
“Size of a small lake, maybe a little more.”
“How was I supposed to know that? You said that it was a river of some kind!” Max said as he looked through the tank’s periscope in front of him. “Ditter, tell Collins where to go!”
Ditter looked out through another periscope and told Collins to keep it straight as Val kept up his rant. “Yeah, a river that fed the underground lake. Man, it was all over the televisions in the observation room!”
“Sorry, didn’t notice since I was busy looking at the time machi—”
They were all thrown forward as Hermann’s rocket smacked and exploded at the rear end of the engine bay. The tank began to sputter and slow down. Steam from the radiator began to seep inside the cabin.
“We’re hit!” Collins called from the driver’s seat.
“Gee, what gave it away?” Val asked as he looked at Max with a dumb expression on his face.
They were all thrown back again as the wall of water lifted and pushed the tank through the tunnel. They could hear and feel it inside tank as vehicles kept bouncing off the thick steel skin of the Tiger tank.
“Now this is what I call a water ride!” Val yelled as water began to seep in through any opening in the tank.
Their tank spurted one last time and shut off.
Ditter looked out through his thick glass periscope. “We need to make a right turn into the elevator shaft.”
Crap, what do we do now? Max looked around the small cabin and saw there was one shell left. That’s it! “Dean, we need to turn the main gun left. Val, load the gun!” Max pointed left with his outstretched arm as he looked out his periscope.
“I got it!” Dean yelled as he grabbed a handle and furiously turned it counterclockwise. Behind him, Max handed Val the remaining shell.
“More, turn it more!”
Val opened the breach and water began to rush into the cabin while he wrestled the shell into the barrel. “Fuck! Almost there,” he grunted as he pushed his whole body into it and forced the breach closed. “Got it!”
Shit! Too late.
“Val! Fire...now!”
Boom!
The concussion of the exploding powder pushed the shell, along with a ton of water, out the barrel and in turn the pressure of so much mass moved the tank sideways just as they passed the elevator shaft. Luckily, the right tank track caught the edge of the concrete shaft floor and slipped down into the shaft. The tank teetered for a few moments before it took a slow reverse dive into the elevator shaft and sank down until it settled flat on the bottom, 30 feet below the rising water’s surface.
Water began filling inside the tank compartment at a phenomenal rate. As the weak light bulb inside flickered off, Max knew that they had only seconds to get out. He turned on his flashlight. “Everybody ready to go!”
They all nodded and shook uncontrollably in the freezing water as it filled the lower part of the compartment. “Okay, we have to wait until the interior floods before I can open the hatch, so everyone make sure you’re free from getting you’re clothes snagged. I don’t want to get this far and lose one of you to drowning.” Max’s lower lip trembled as the water soaked his wool uniform.
The water was up to his waist and climbing.
“Dean, you go first and make sure it’s clear up top, then Ditter, Solange, Collins, Val, then me. Val and I can hold our breath for a couple of minutes so we’ll bring up anyone who might get stuck.”
The water was now up to their necks.
“When you’re out, head for the elevator’s auxiliary ladder on one of the side walls,” Ditter chattered.
“You heard the man! It should only take a few seconds to get out. Deep breath. Now!”
They all took a deep breath and held it as the water filled up the remaining air pocket in the tank. Max shone his flashlight up at the hatch as Dean waited for the pressure to equalize so he could open it.
Dean was the first one out. He broke the surface and was relieved to find the shaft empty. One by one, they all emerged from the dark water and swam to the rung ladder attached to the wall. Dean helped Ditter and Solange grab the ladder with their shaking hands as the water leveled off inside the shaft.
Val was the last one up onto the yellow warehouse floor. “Follow me!” he said as he ran toward the warehouse door marked with the number 2. Once inside, he retrieved an ax from the wall, and began to chop on one of the countless wooden boxes piled up to the ceiling. He reached in and pulled out some gray wool blankets. “Dry yourselves.” Val searched again for the right name on the boxes. He found what he was looking for and chopped away once more. This time he pulled out some gray mechanic’s coveralls, and gave them to Solange and Ditter. “Layer them on.” He reached in again and produced more for the rest of the team.
“Good, let’s head to the cistern room. From there, Pierre is an hour’s walk once we are at the base of the cliff,” Max said.
“What about Val’s team?” Ditter asked.
“We will contact them to get the hell out of here, if they are up there to begin with.”
They headed out to the end of the long tunnel to the door of the cistern warehouse. As they were about to open it, a distant voice called out to them.
“Don’t move! You are trapped.”
Ah, fuck.
Max turned around and saw over 20 men 30 yards away pointing their MP40s at them.
“Disarm!”
Max put his MP5 down. The others followed reluctantly.
“The general wants you all dead,” the officer said, pointing his small caliber weapon at Max.
Max focused his eyes past the gun to a small round object that rolled up to where the Nazi was standing.
Oh, shit.
“Grenade!” one of the soldiers yelled right before it went off.
Body parts were thrown in every direction. Luckily for Max and his team, they were far enough away to not get hit by the grenade’s shrapnel. The Nazi soldiers that were left alive turned and tried to return fire as hundreds of bullets tore them apart.
Max opened the door to the cistern warehouse as Dean, Collins, and Val picked up their weapons. “Get up! Run to the end of the room!” Val yelled as he grabbed Ditter with one hand and Solange with the other.
“Wait, aren’t they your guys?” Collins asked, confused with what was happening around him.
“Not with those guns! We use MP5s and M4s!” Max explained as he grabbed Collins, right before a wall of bullets tore apart the open door. “Shit! Run as fast as you can!” Max shouted.
Dean and Max threw two grenades each through the door opening before they took off at a full sprint down the chamber. Halfway through, Max began to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen in the room. Max ducked when Val, who had reached the opening in the wall to the secret passage, let out a volley of bullets. Just as Max got to the opening he saw the “Oh, shit” look in Val’s eyes.
Max turned around in time to see one of the men at the opposite end of the warehouse shoulder a tube and fire a rocket.
“Everyone down!” Max screamed as he dove through the opening and into the secret hallway. Right behind, and slightly above, a electronically-guided rocket-propelled grenade threaded itself into the opening in the steel wall and through the hallway, screaming past the group as they lay flat on the floor, and finishing its trajectory at the ancient wooden door. The rocket tip explosive ignited, disintegrating the door and collapsing the tunnel exit.
Max was amazed that they were all still alive and kicked shut the iron door.
“Up the stairs! Go! Go! Go!”
They got up and followed Ditter up the curved stairway. Max was last in line. Another rocket blew the iron door off its hinges and flew directly toward him. Max instinctively ducked as the door bounced off the side rock face, narrowly missing him.
“Holy fuck! It doesn’t get any closer than that!” Val yelled as he picked up his friend. “Come on, man. We got to book if we are going to stay ahead of the game.”
“Who the hell was that?” Max asked Val as he stepped up the spiral staircase.
“Don’t know, but I’d venture to guess that we either got some mercs on our ass, or the Swiss are mighty pissed off we didn’t tell them we were having a small war in their back yard.”
“But how would they know?”
“Who the fuck cares? I just hope our boys are upstairs roasting marshmallows for us.”
“Yeah, we could use their help right about now, ’cause I am really getting tired of all this shooting shit!”
They caught up with Ditter and Solange, who were having a hard time running up the steps.
“What do you have left in your packs, Dean?” Max asked as he also struggled for breath.
“Five grenades and about 200 rounds each. Why?”
“Just checking our status.”
“And?”
“Unless Val’s boys are waiting for us, we’re screwed.”
“Why?”
“We’re up on a mountaintop where the only means of escape are a World War II plane and an even older ’Giro, which, if they don’t have cover fire, will be shot down before they leave the ground.”
“Mountaintop? But—” Dean stopped, trying to rationalize, shook his head, and focused on the situation at hand. “So, what do you propose?”
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll figure it out when the time comes.”
“What? Didn’t you have a contingency plan before you went in?” Collins shouted from above.
“Yeah, but I didn’t expect to run into the Third Reich.”
“Well, that could throw a damper on things,” said Dean.
“You’re telling me,” Val whispered.
The ascent up the stairs was slowing to a crawl. Ditter was having a hard time and they all took turns helping him. At first he refused, but after a few minutes more he gave in. Max trailed behind, making sure they were safe from the mercs, when he noticed an odd but familiar smell emanating from below. He stopped and looked down the stairs when the smell finally hit his memory bank.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Max had to make sure and he stuck his hand out. The air below had indeed increased in temperature. “Guys, I know you’re tired, but I think it’s time we pick it up.”
“What is it, Max?” Dean asked.
“You sure you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Flamethrower.”
The burning fuel smell and heat from the flamethrower below gave them all a newfound strength. Dean and Val now had all the remaining grenades and, at intervals, would roll one down the stairs.
“How much farther?” Solange asked from above.
“Almost there. Val, take Ditter for me, and give me your load.”
Max handed over Ditter and received Val’s weapon and ammunition in return.
“That’s it?”
“Yep, we are running out of BBs.”
“Dean, give me the grenades and take point with Collins. I’ll cover the rear.”
Max shouldered Val’s MP5 and reloaded his own with the last full clip. As he ran up the stairs, he carefully reloaded any spare bullets into one clip.
Seventy-five rounds. Not good.
Max was placing the remaining clip in his vest pocket when flames came shooting from below. At that same moment, Max dropped one of his grenades and yelled up, “Go! Go! Go!”
The walls shook from the grenade’s detonation, followed shortly by another far-off concussion. Max climbed as fast as he could through the falling dust as the walls shook yet again. He picked up his pace and began to take the stairs three at a time, trying hard to get enough distance between himself and the fiery death from below.
“We’re at the top!” Dean yell down.
Thank God!
The whole tunnel lit up like a Christmas tree as hundreds of bullets ricocheted off the walls. Two found their mark, embedding themselves into Max’s vest and left arm. He yelled as the hot copper fragments penetrated his flesh. In return, he sent his last grenade and 39 copper slugs down the stairwell. He turned and jumped the last five steps, landing hard on the flat rock floor as a wall of fire engulfed his lower body. Max began to roll as the gasoline jelly burnt through the layered jumpsuit legs. He took off the vest, and tore off the burning material, while at the same time Dean and Collins emptied their machine guns down the stairs to keep the enemy at bay. Max reached up from the ground and pulled the iron ring embedded into the wall, which activated the boulder booby trap.
The ring gave way.
But nothing else happened.
Oh, come on!
Max pushed himself off the ground and started to run down the tunnel behind Dean and Collins. He turned his head to look behind him, and caught a glimpse of a man in a thick black bodysuit wearing what looked like a motorcycle helmet. The man turned, bracing himself from Dean’s .45 caliber bullets, and aimed the nozzle of the flamethrower down the tunnel.
It was too late.
The man squeezed the trigger just as another blast went off in the castle above them close to where they stood. The explosion created a concussion wave, which reverberated through the walls, in turn rattling the century-old gear mechanism that spun and released the pin holding the three-ton boulder. Max stood there in awe as the boulder fell straight down and flattened the man holding the flamethrower. It hovered for a moment before it began its deadly fall down the spiral staircase.
Val ran to Max, stopped, and began to laugh as his friend stood half naked in charred long underwear. Lucky for Max his father’s leather boots had taken the brunt of the fire and heat.
“You are the luckiest fucker I know!” Val said as he picked up the vest and handed it back to Max.
Max put the vest over his exposed skin and looked at the flattened body. “Val, was that a G-8 that guy was wearing?”
“Looked like it.”
“Why the hell would they be wearing biological suits?”
“Well, it’s not just a biological suit anymore, it’s now made of synthetic spider silk, and dragon-skin bulletproof technologies, making it the lightest bulletproof full body suit ever made.”
“Really? I would have guessed they were years from that.”
“Technology has advanced, but to be honest, I thought they were in the prototype stage. Which leads me to believe that those guys must be spooks.”
“Yes, but why would they attack us?”
“The spooks don’t care who they kill as long as the job gets done. But to your point, you would think they would give us a break.” Val slapped Max’s back as they both jogged up the tunnel toward the others.
The floor shook again as another distant explosion went off.
“Looks like your boys are having themselves some fun,” Dean said as he walked toward them.
“Sure does.” Val gave Max a look.
“Well, we will find out soon enough, but first let’s get some clothes on me.”