“I was attacked last night by some right nutcases. They wanted to eat me. It looks like they've followed me here.”
The four other men looked toward the entrance to the tunnel, their expressions grave. Father Stephen broke their trance. “What do we do?”
Jake took off his pack, pulling out the shotgun. He clipped the ammunition belt around his waist and checked the weapon was ready for use. He handed the pistol to Tony. “Take this. You've fired a g*n before right?”
“Yes. But not for a while.” Jake gave him the spare clips hastily, dropping two on the floor. The noise echoed through the corridor as the five men collectively drew their breaths in. That was the last thing they needed.
* * *
Lars put his hand on Coop's arm. “Did you hear that?”
“Yes. Someone is down there.”
“This may be a
