1st Avenue, Roundup, MT 59072 by Phil Bebbington

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1st Avenue, Roundup, MT 59072 by Phil Bebbington
Under Shadow: Chapter 87
Much like the last time they traveled through the sewers, it took them a couple of uneventful hours before they neared the crossroads. However, this time, they were met with an eerie silence. The tunnels that they had previously closed were reopened, the western tunnel stretching in the direction of the valley.
“You don’t need to come any further,” Malone said to them. “You brought us where we needed to be, and that’s all I asked for.”
“What do you expect us to do?” Sam grumbled. “Turn back after coming all this way?”
“There’s no way to know how far this tunnel goes,” Malone said. “But it’s likely they’re working night and day until they reach the valley. They’ll all be there which will make them an easy enough target for my men. We can handle it from here.”
“At least put us to use,” Gil growled. “Like he said, we came all the way out here.”
“We could always use someone to cover our six,” Malone said. “In case any others wander up this way. Don’t need anyone flanking us.” He turned to Shane, handing him the bag that he carried on his back. “Set up the dynamite down the tunnel.” He tossed him a radio. “I’ll let you know when to blow this place to bits.”
“Fine,” Shane said. He shoved the radio in his back pocket and peered into the backpack. Malone lead his army down the tunnel as Shane unpacked the dynamite.
“So, we just wait here?” Alex said.
“Guess so,” Marlon said, helping Shane set up the dynamite.
“This is a lot of ammo,” Gil muttered as he set up the line. “And not a lot of line.”