Eden
Day Five
Inside the cave near the far wall of the harbor, Antonio stared at the piles of boxes. When his great-grandfather had led their group during World War II, he had offered up their island to the Italian military, who had jumped at the chance to have an unmapped munitions refueling station. In return, his great-grandfather had secured favors from Mussolini to operate unimpeded in Italy for decades. Yet for some reason, after the war had ended, his ancestor had never dealt with the physical remnants of his wheeling and dealing, not even to sell it on the black market.
Bombs, artillery shells, land mines, and grenades. There was even one round naval mine that looked like an alien head due to its horny protuberances. The entire cache had enough firepower to blow the island to bi
