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36 lines
970 B
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"You can stop bending now." -- still a whisper.
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This part of a forest is not that bad, the ground is solid enough, no fallen
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\ trees of huge size, no impenetrable undergrowth, yet.
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"Take a one here."
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What? I stop.
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"Turn right slightly and keep moving."
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Sure, I have no better idea anyway. I hope soon at the very least I get some answers.
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"Wait here."
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Behind me I hear something moving, not very loudly.
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"Now, the hard part would be getting you in."
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He didn't tell me to turn around, so I don't.
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"I said I'm a friend, come here."
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Riiiight. I see the problem. In front of me is an open hatch and a ladder going underground.
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We stay silent. The man is... I would say in his sixties, of average height,
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\ not overweight, wearing camo that could use some care, biting his lip with
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\ a concerned look.
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"We'll talk inside, just give me a minute to figure out... Well, we'll need
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\ a rope anyway. Wait here."
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[[He dives down into the hatch.|next]]
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