Shake turned to his assistant flamethrower operator. “Grimm, you got your lighter?” The sailor nodded and picked up the scuba tank. “Let’s go see if we can make this thing work a second time.”
As Stokey crawled from position to position briefing the SEALs, Shake led Grimm to the right of the cave exit and began climbing. Grimm struggled to keep up without breaking the delicate hose connections. His Navy issue deck shoes weren’t made for purchase on slippery shale covered with jungle undergrowth.
“Where we headed, Mr. Davis?”
“When I was here last year, I noticed some of the cave bats disappearing at night when they came out to hunt, but they didn’t exit through the hole down there. That meant there was another exit. I found it one night by watching the bats. It’s just up ahead here.”
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