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“s**t, that looks deep.”
Brix walked over to where Cloving was trying to peer over the side of the depression. For a second, he considered faking a shove to the man, to make him think he was being pushed over the edge, but chose to disregard that thought. With everything else going on, the last thing he needed was to be considered an asshole. Besides, if Cloving or anyone else tried to do it to him, he’d be majorly pissed.
“Step away from that edge, Arnie. Keep least a dozen feet between you and it. You never know when more of it’s going to give way.”
The man didn’t hesitate to do as he was told, but he continued to be fascinated by the depression. Hell, they all were. “How deep do you think it is?”
“I can’t begin to guess,” Brix admitted.
“Sarge!” Roegard yelled for their atten
