TERROR UNDERGROUND
31 July 2010
It was two o’clock on a very hot Saturday afternoon, when the car of the private security company Securité with two agents on board, in impeccable midnight blue uniforms and pistol in the holster, started down the short dirt road that led to the archaeological site of Erbarella. Their colleague in his guardhouse saw them arriving, opened the barrier and breathed a sigh of relief. At last he could go and cool off in the mountains, not just for the weekend but for two weeks of vacation. He frowned briefly when he saw two faces he didn’t know.
"I’ve never seen you before. Are you new?"
"New to the place, but not to the job," answered the older of the two, a tall, muscular man with graying hair and blue eyes. "Due to the shortage of staff during the summer h
