The Irishman gestured at the stockier Black Visor to join him and stooped low. The two men lifted the grate in unison and peered down into the darkened shaft below. The taller female Black Visor hammered a peg into the ground and attached a thick rope to it from her backpack. Noid pulled two grenades from her belt, yanked out the pins, and dropped them into the shaft.
The Irishman faced McCabe. “Tell me something. Has Mad Jack made his speech yet? The famous one at the gates of New Berlin?”
McCabe glared at the renegade soldier, refusing to give his ridiculous question an answer. The ground shook when the two grenades detonated below them. The sound of metal crashing downwards before smashing into the ground filtered up through the shaft. A light breeze escaped as the atmosphere in the r
