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Authors: Ike Hamill

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“Why didn’t you say that before?” Roger asked. He unshouldered his pack and flopped it against the wall. Roger made his way carefully down to his butt. He was already starting to feel the exertion of the day down in his bones. He wasn’t old, or particularly infirmed, but he wasn’t accustomed to so much climbing and contorting.
 

Florida paced.

“That’s how you relax?” Roger asked.

Florida mumbled something.

“Pardon?” Roger asked.

“I was just thinking out loud.”

“Well think a tiny bit louder so we can both hear.”

“I was thinking that they don’t collect the stamps until the mission is complete. What if another team crossed trails with us and picked up our stamps? What if Dr. Grossman already crossed us off the attendance list?”

“That’s crazy.”

Florida gestured towards him. “I mean,
you
were late. Like
really
late. She might have already crossed us out on her sheet because the bus was about to pull out.”

Roger sighed and let his head rest back against the rock. He tried to tune out her voice.

“We have a radio though. You would think that they would miss us because we didn’t turn in our radio or our packs. It has to be too early for everyone to have left. I should have gotten a new battery for my watch. What was I thinking?”

“What indeed,” Roger mumbled.

Roger looked down the tunnel, back towards the shaft to the hangman’s room. He reached up and turned off his headlamp.
 

“Or maybe our drop-stamp and flag weren’t picked up erroneously. What if someone did it on purpose? Maybe the point isn’t about studying the mine at all. What if there is…”

“Do you see a glow down there?” he asked.

“What?”

Roger pointed, but she didn’t see. She was looking the other direction and he wasn’t wearing a headlamp.

“Look,” he said. “Do you see a glow.”

She turned and her light washed out the tunnel.
 

“I don’t see anything.”

“Of course you don’t,” he said. “Turn off your lamp.”

“We’re lost in a mine. I’m not turning off my lamp,” she said.
 

“Then turn it away. Put your helmet on backwards. I don’t care. Just tell me if you see a glow.”

Florida didn’t do it. Instead, he felt her light encircle him.
 

“What do you do for a living, Roger?”

“Pardon me?”

“Who do you work for?”

“At the moment, I work for Dr. Deb. Being lost in a mine is my sole source of income.”

“Well, then what did you do before? How did you come to know about this experiment?” Florida asked.

“I answered an ad in the paper. Same as anyone else,” Roger said.

“And what did they say was the purpose of the experiment?”

“What are you getting at, exactly? Aren’t we both here doing the same work?” Roger asked.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” she said.

Roger shook his head. “I don’t think I’m following you.”

Florida turned away and started pacing again. “This wouldn’t be the first time. But what would they be trying to measure? Do they think I’ll panic? Are they watching me right now? No. They can’t be. This place is too big.” Florida turned her light back to Roger. “But he’s watching me.”

“I get the sense that you’re starting to go a little crazy,” Roger said. He turned his light back on and stood up. “Here’s what I’m going to do—fuck those flags. I’m just going to use my tool to carve arrows in the walls. Let’s see someone move those.”

He reached down for his bag.

“You’re not leaving me,” Florida said. “If anything, I’m leaving you. I’m going to decide which direction I’m going.”

“What did you do with my bag?” Roger asked. Florida narrowed her eyes when he looked up at her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Shut up for a minute,” Roger said. He spun and pointed his light each direction. “This isn’t funny anymore. I’m responsible for that bag. Dr. Deb made that abundantly clear. I can’t afford to lose any pay to missing equipment. What did you do with it?”

When Roger approached Florida, she held out her own drop-stamp mounting tool like it was a weapon.

“I’m not doing this experiment anymore,” Florida said. “Tell your boss that I drop out. If I don’t get out of this damn mine in the next hour, I’m going to sue her and the university. She can count on it.”

Florida picked one of the tunnels and ran.

Roger threw up his arms.
 

“Great.”

Chapter Ten — Gold

S
HE
OBJECTED
VEHEMENTLY
,
RIGHT
until she ducked down and crawled through the hole. By the time Joy went through, she’d seen the mistakes of the others and she passed through without getting an atom of the caustic dust on herself. She stood up on the other side to see Carlos brushing some from Kristin’s back.

“It’s really not so bad,” Travis said. “I was just freaked out.”

Justin was holding his arm across his face, breathing in through his shirt sleeve.

“Which way?” Justin asked. His voice was muffled by fabric.

Miguel pointed.

Justin led the way, followed closely by Miguel with the map. The cave was different on this side of the hole. Instead of jagged edges and sharp corners, everything looked rounded. Sweeping curves defined the bowl-shaped room. There were no cracks to fall into. A big arch led to the next room. They walked through a dusting of fine sand.
 

“Hey,” Kristin said. Her light was pointed to the wall on the right. “There’s another one.”

She was looking at another circle of white powder, compressed to the wall.

“It looks like a spider cocoon,” Travis said.

“That’s caterpillars,” Carlos said. “Spiders have webs.”

Travis climbed the sloped wall to get a closer look. “Haven’t you seen when a spider will make a cocoon against the wall or something? It’s the way some of them leave their eggs, I think.”

“Gross,” Kristin said. “Get away from it then.”

“I think it’s just another cave,” Justin said. “Something about the air or whatever makes that powder collect at the exits.”

“You think there’s something wrong with the air?” Carlos asked.

Justin shrugged.

“People have been in here before,” Miguel said. He pointed down at the sand in front of Justin. There were footprints leading off in the same direction they were walking. “Can’t be too bad unless we find a bunch of skeletons, right?”

“Don’t even say that,” Kristin said.

“He’s got a point,” Justin said. When he started walking again, there was no hesitation from the others. They stayed clumped in a tight group and continued that way through the arch to the next room.
 

It was much like the first—a big round bubble in the rock.
 

“Hey!” Miguel said. He ducked around Justin and ran off to the side.

“Please be careful,” Kristin said.

Travis looked back at Joy. She was taking everything in and not saying a word. When everyone else went after Miguel, Joy held her ground. It was a smart idea, but Travis couldn’t help himself. He followed Carlos up the sloping rock.
 

They huddled around Miguel, who was tapping at the wall with a stray rock.

“Here,” Justin said. He pulled something from his bag and handed it forward. “Use this.”

Miguel glanced at the little hammer and then hit the wall again. His taps were focused on a quartz ribbon that ran through the wall. When he knocked off a piece they saw a brown vein through the white rock. Miguel increased his hammering. Little chips of quartz flew from the wall. Justin backed up and shielded his eyes from the debris.

“Here it is. Here it is!” Miguel said. He swung hard and flinched back when quartz flew. “I need a screwdriver or something. Anyone have something?”

“Here,” Carlos said. He handed forward a knife.
 

Miguel wormed it into a crack.

“Hey, careful with my knife,” Carlos said.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Miguel said. He turned around with a triumphant grin. He held up a chunk of quartz lined with shiny gold highlights.

“Is it gold?” Carlos asked.

“What else would it be?” Miguel asked.

“I don’t know. I’m not a geologist. How do we know for sure?”

“Just take it. We’ll get it tested or something,” Miguel said. He handed the rock to Carlos and turned back to his excavation.
 

As Miguel worked, Justin was scanning his light along the wall. Travis joined him.

“I don’t see any other exposed quartz, do you?” Justin asked.
 

Travis’s light waggled back and forth as he shook his head.

“It almost looks like the real source of that might be in another room or something.”

“Or just underground,” Travis said.

“Like maybe there’s another passage behind that deposit of powder,” he said. He pointed to a spot that was several paces to Miguel’s left. Travis tried to imagine what Justin was envisioning. Did he expect that the line of quartz had to be exposed?

“Help me out, would you?” Justin asked. He was scanning the floor of the cave.

“What are you looking for?”

“Something to dig with.”

-o-o-o-o-o-

Justin couldn’t find a suitable rock. In this part of the cave, all the rocks were worn and rounded. Miguel was monopolizing Carlos’s knife, so Justin had to settle for using the back of a flashlight. With his shirt pulled up over his mouth, he scraped at the wall of powder with the rounded edge of the flashlight’s cylinder.

When his arms got tired, he handed-off the chore to Travis. They took turns, making very little progress before growing tired.

In Travis’s hands, the flashlight bumped over something hard embedded in the powder.

“Is it a rock? We’ll have to move more to the right maybe,” Justin said.

Travis coughed and then pulled his shirt up over his mouth, imitating Justin. He bashed at the hard spot and more powder flaked away.
 

“Let me see some of that water,” Travis said.

“Just a sec,” Justin said. He had to go to Kristin to find someone with water. Travis kept working, exposing more of the hard place, until Justin returned. “Careful with it. It makes that stuff burn, right.”

Travis got the mouth of the bottle very close to the hard spot. He poured a small amount of water over it to clean it off. He nodded and poured a little more. The water made the powder erode quickly. In the depression left in the powder wall, they could see the end of the impediment they had uncovered. It was spherical on the end of a shaft.
 

“What is it?” Justin asked.

Travis reached out and touched it with his fingernail, just to be sure.

“It’s a leg bone. You know up near the top, where it goes into the hip?”

“Get out of here,” Justin said.

Travis carefully looped his finger around the end of the bone and pulled. The powdery wall crumbled away as he liberated the bone. Flakes of compressed powder fell away. One section that fell revealed the gentle curve of several ribs. In another place, they saw the entombed tips of finger bones.

Justin backed up a step and nearly stumbled back down the sloping wall.
 

“What the fuck,” Justin whispered.

“Didn’t someone just say that we’d be okay unless we found a bunch of skeletons? I think we might not be okay,” Travis said.

From back down the slope, Joy witnessed the discovery.

“Time to go,” she announced.

Chapter Eleven — Clarity

R
OGER
BACKED
UP
UNTIL
he was leaning against the wall. He listened to Florida’s feet slapping down the tunnel. He reached up and turned off his light. In one direction, he could see her light getting more and more dim as she raced off in a panic. Down another passage, he saw the faint glow from the direction of the hangman’s cave.

He didn’t have a bag.

As her light dwindled, he reached up to turn his headlamp back on. His eyes raced back and forth as he tried to remember how long the battery in his headlamp was supposed to last. Normally, it wouldn’t matter. They had packed plenty of spare batteries in the pack.

“Shit,” he whispered. He started to run after Florida.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Roger stood at the intersection of tunnels and shut his light off. He had just seen her light a few seconds before. Now that he had to decide which way to go, her light was gone. Roger listened.

From one of the tunnels, he heard a drip of water fall into a pool. The sound echoed through the space and faded away. He heard a laugh and tilted his head to try to pin down the direction it had come from. It was impossible to tell. There was too much reverberation as the sound bounced.
 

“Shut up,” he heard. Roger spun to his right in the dark. He heard some more conversation, but couldn’t make out the words. They were men’s voices.
 

He took a step and then stopped. He could be heading towards one of the other teams. He didn’t necessarily need to find Florida, he just needed to find
someone
. In fact, maybe it was best if he didn’t find her. She had seemed a little reckless and unstable. Roger turned his light back on and continued down the passage.
 

He paused to listen after a few more steps. The voices were still there. There was a higher voice mixed in—maybe a woman. That meant more than two people. All the teams were pairs.
 

Roger picked up the pace. His light bounced as he jogged down the tunnel.

He came to another junction and paused. He cast his light down each choice, one at a time, and tried to catch his breath so he could hear.
 

He’d never thought much about mines before that day, but it didn’t take a whole lot of reflection to realize that this mine didn’t make much sense. It was a series of tunnels and shafts in a network through the mountain. Where was the actual
mine
? Why would someone make all those tunnels instead of just taking material away closer to the exit? It seemed less like a mine and more like the diggers had been looking for something that they couldn’t find.

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