Harold sat silently, taking in everything around him, despite not getting a wink of sleep all night. After being roughly escorted to a large network of caves in the mountain, the prisoners were contained in a shimmery force field in one of the larger caverns. There, they were allowed to address their wounds as best they could. Aside from the two dead corps members, a couple broken bones and dislocated joints seemed to be the worst of the injuries.
Harold had been distracted from his hunger last night when Conan’s bracelet started pulsing with a coded message saying their rescue was being mounted today. The signal was weak, so there was probably some sort of shielding up, but no one had better technology than Franklin’s department made. Harold and his group gave the layout of how to get to
