Chapter 29
Behind me, I hear Ferdinand’s soft grunt of exertion as he puts his considerable mass to work shifting the huge stone slab blocking our way into the next room. Shoulda known this wouldn’t be easy, of course, not with the way things have been: Murphy’s Law and all that, you get me. Something like this was just a matter of time.
Neph’s lying with his back to one of the stone shelves, Al kneeling by his side, one of her hands all unmeshed and melded with his rigid armor plates. If it weren’t for that armor upgrade he’d got back in the frogman village, he’d probably be dead by now. As it is, his suit’s got scratches and slashes and deep dents, and that one puncture wound right up on the left side of his chest. Unless I’m very much mistaken, Al’s fingers are what’s keepi
