“This could be perfect,”
Race replied, not really answering Shan’s question as he studied a spot along
one wall of the tunnel. “How does this open?” He touched what at a closer glance
appeared to be a steel door that matched the surrounding rock.
“It doesn’t,” Shan growled.
“So forget it.”
Shan turned to look at him.
“It does and you know it. It has to lead to the level above the one we were on.
If you don’t open it, I’ll get Kayne up here to do it.”
“Fuck that.”
“Then get it open. Are you
afraid to? Afraid of what will happen if you do?”
“Meaning what?” Shan leaned
a foot back against the tunnel wall and crossed his arms as he stared at Race.
“Meaning that if this place
was set up as a military compound, then the living quarters would have been
above the command center and whatever else is down there. That way, personnel
could go either way depending on the situation. I bet there’s another floor
above this one with a dining room, rec room and all of that stuff. At least
that’s the way I would have set things up, if it were me.”
“Your point being?” Shan
asked, although he knew exactly what Race was getting at.
“Meaning this level,” Race
smacked the palm of his hand against the door, “was where you and Lav had
rooms, or a room, however it was set up. So did Addie and her family, and
probably everyone else who lived and worked here.”
Shan nodded, scrubbing a
hand over his face. “It was and it’s been destroyed so we are not opening that
door. It would be a waste of time and energy.”
Race started down the
tunnel. “I’ll get Kayne to do it.”
“Get your ass back up here!”
Shan’s tone was low, deadly and filled with pain.
“You’ll open it?”
Without answering, Shan
pressed his hands against the door. There was a low rumble of protest as it
moved a few inches and then stopped. Trying again, he managed to push it a few
more inches to make an opening large enough for a man to squeeze through.
Stepping back he said, “Have at it.”
“Not without you. Your magic
is my light source.” Race pointed to the small radiant ball hanging above their
heads.
“It will follow you,” Shan
said succinctly.
“Please come with me, Shan.”
“Afraid of what you’ll
find?”
Race stared at him, into his
eyes. “No, but you are.”
Memories follow one for a long time and sometimes they go and during anniversaries of the loss they come back full force
ReplyDeleteVery true. Dealing with them can be hard, when it happens.
DeleteRace can be brave with his comments
ReplyDeleteHe does have a mouth on him, and a lot of caring too, I think.
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