The Apocalypse of Michael Marion
Lt. Malagant swung down from his horse and walked over to where Capt. Marion stood in the dimly-lit cave, the catacomb-like tunnels being increasingly illuminated by torches and small brushfires by the Pima volunteers. His troops were searching the tunnels and tending to the horses in an underground stable they had located.
“They"re gone, Captain,” Malagant grimaced. “I don"t know how in hell they did it, but they"re gone. There are five tunnels branching out from this passageway, and each of them lead to caves which are dead ends. The Pima troops are still searching every square inch of the caves by hand but it"s useless. There"s no way out.”
“Make sure they continue to search until I give the order to cease,” Marion turned away. “They found a way out a
