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Linc pulled a flashlight from his haversack. The beam was as bright as a car’s xenon headlamp, but all it revealed were clouds of concrete dust.
“Remind you of anything?” Linc asked with a dry chuckle.
“Little like Zurich when we sprang that banker awhile back,” Juan answered with a cough.
“What do you think of our reception committee?”
“I feel like an idiot for thinking it was going to be that easy.”
“Amen, brother.” Linc flashed the beam across the choked-off doorway. Some of the concrete slabs had to weigh half a ton or more. “It’s going to take a couple of hours to dig our way out of here.”
“As soon as we open even a small hole, they’re going to gun us down like fish in a barrel.” Juan purposefully engaged his pistol’s safety and slid it into his waistband at the small of his back. “Outgunned and most likely outnumbered. I don’t fancy clawing our way into an ambush.”
“Wait them out?”
“Won’t work. We’ve got one canteen and a couple of protein bars. They could sit out there from now until doomsday.” As he spoke, Juan was fiddling with his satellite phone.
“Then we can call in the cavalry. Eddie can have an assault force here inside of forty-eight hours.”
“I’m not getting a signal.” Cabrillo turned the phone off to conserve its battery.
“All right, you’ve shot down all of my suggestions, what’s up your sleeve?”
Juan took the light from Linc’s hand and played it along the downward-sloping tunnel that had been bored into the earth decades ago. “We see where this leads.”
“What happens if they come in after us?”
“Hope we have enough warning so we can lay an ambush.”
“Why not wait for them right here?”
“If I was leading that team, I would lob in a bunch of grenades before committing my men. We’d be mincemeat before they needed to fire a single shot. If we hung back out of grenade range, we’d be too exposed in this tunnel. Better to find a more defensible position. On the bright side, if they do bother to come after us it most likely means there’s another way out of here.”
Linc considered their options, and with a broad sweep of his arm indicated they should proceed down the subterranean passageway.
One wall of the tunnel was a long, continuous slab of stone, while the other showed signs that it had been worked by tools. The two men could walk comfortably side by side, and there was at least ten feet of headroom.
“This is a natural fissure the Japanese expanded during their occupation,” Cabrillo said as he studied the rock.
“Most likely split open by an earthquake,” Linc agreed. “They built their factory, or whatever the hell it was, where the hole reached the surface.”
Juan pointed out dark splatters on the stone floor. The spray pattern indicated it was blood—copious amounts of blood. “Gunshot.”
“More than one victim, too.”
Juan jerked the light away from the grisly tableau. His mouth was a thin, grim line.
The air temperature dropped and the humidity built as they descended deeper into the earth. It was thinking about the misery that had occurred here rather than the plummeting temperature that made Cabrillo shiver.
The tunnel wasn’t straight, but rather corkscrewed and twisted as it fell away at a gentle angle. After twenty-five minutes and more than two miles, the cave floor leveled out, and they discovered the first side chamber. The entrance was partially blocked by a minor cave-in, and the tunnel’s ceiling was a fractured mess of stone ready to collapse at any moment. This cavern, too, had been a natural geologic feature that the Japanese had expanded. The room was roughly circular, fifty feet across, with a ceiling that was at least fifteen feet high. There was nothing in the cavern except some bolts along the walls that had once carried electrical wiring.
“Administration area?” Linc wondered aloud.
“Makes sense, being the closest room to the surface.”
They found two smaller side caves before discovering a fourth in which the Japanese had left artifacts behind. This chamber had a dozen iron bunks bolted to the floor and several flimsy pressed-metal cabinets along one wall. As Juan checked the drawers, Linc examined the bedsteads.
“You wouldn’t think they would have bothered giving their prisoners beds,” Linc said.
