Chapter Twenty-One
Dark and quiet. Damp. Unyieldingly cold. Each step Daniel took squished on the ground. He hoped his shoes were solid, as he didn’t want the liquid to seep into his socks. Daniel hated wet socks. More than anything, cold wet socks sucked.
“Why is it so wet in here?” Daniel asked.
“It is in a valley between two mountains,” Jasmine said.
“So?” Daniel asked. “It looked pretty watertight from the outside. So watertight, in fact, that I couldn’t find a single opening anywhere in this darn thing until we found they keyhole.”
“Perhaps there’s a sprinkler system on the inside,” Ned said.
Daniel stopped. He rolled his eyes at his Chief of Security. “Really, Ned?”
“What? This was obviously constructed by aliens. I mean, the pyramids on earth didn’t have hidden doors like thi
