They started back the way they'd come, studying the walls and floor of the cave in case they'd missed anything vital. Retracing.
This time they veered down the other trunk of the corridor, which proved to be somewhat longer and slightly sloping downward.
It came to a definitive end, a dead one. A sheer facing, facing them.
Andrei trained his secondary flashlight along the wall, but Kassian had shined his directly ahead.
"Lend me your beam, comrade," he heard the sniper whisper, in his rough, low tone.
Isaev automatically complied, as if that voice was hardwired to him.
"It's got to be Molokov," Irinarhov said grimly.
Andrei's lip curled briefly, unwittingly.
"Poor bastard."
In the track of their crossed lights stood a macabre little pyramid, a wigwam of limbs cantilevered into a pyre.
Hands seemed to be expressively reaching, feet supporting.
Had it been cast in plaster instead of flesh, it might have made a fantastic concept for the support of a modernist coffee table.
As it was, however, what they beheld was only a sick offering to a godless land.
He clicked on his CODEC.
"Major," he said. "Tell the MENTs we got something. Down in the cavern system. Left branching fork to its ultimate conclusion. Area's secured. We'll stand ground and wait."
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Date: 2007-06-26 08:10 pm (UTC)"Davai."
They started back the way they'd come, studying the walls and floor of the cave in case they'd missed anything vital. Retracing.
This time they veered down the other trunk of the corridor, which proved to be somewhat longer and slightly sloping downward.
It came to a definitive end, a dead one. A sheer facing, facing them.
Andrei trained his secondary flashlight along the wall, but Kassian had shined his directly ahead.
"Lend me your beam, comrade," he heard the sniper whisper, in his rough, low tone.
Isaev automatically complied, as if that voice was hardwired to him.
"It's got to be Molokov," Irinarhov said grimly.
Andrei's lip curled briefly, unwittingly.
"Poor bastard."
In the track of their crossed lights stood a macabre little pyramid, a wigwam of limbs cantilevered into a pyre.
Hands seemed to be expressively reaching, feet supporting.
Had it been cast in plaster instead of flesh, it might have made a fantastic concept for the support of a modernist coffee table.
As it was, however, what they beheld was only a sick offering to a godless land.
He clicked on his CODEC.
"Major," he said. "Tell the MENTs we got something. Down in the cavern system. Left branching fork to its ultimate conclusion. Area's secured. We'll stand ground and wait."