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  Escort team had dropped the heavy door after everyone was on the other side. That slam signified that the nightmare was over for them. Now it's time for a quick walk through the pitch black army bunker. Ketchup was the only one with the flashlight. Hindsight told them that it would have been smart to take Minx's and Buck's guns and flashlights but nothing could be done about that now.

  The cave-in Boomer promised will never happen. He was planning on using his grenades to blow apart support beams and weaken the earth to cause a collapse but he used them to save Ketchup. It was the right choice, it's not like the ghouls have the mental capacity to lift the door and get out. They're strong enough to do it but not smart enough.

  “I've been wondering. You're team was sent in with only handguns. Why did you have a supply of grenades on you?” Ketchup asked Boomer as he lead the way.

  “Command had the same idea as your team leader. Seal the site. You know they still believed the research team was still alive at that point. Make what you can out of that.” Boomer replied.

  The researchers already knew about this and came to terms with how they were severed from the Undergrove. There's a high chance that the research team will be neutralized if they return to the Grotto. Lorenzo figured because he's a top weasel researcher and has all of the main research notes, they will spare him at least. He's right. Weasel researchers are handled with care like Fabergé eggs and tedi researchers are a dime a dozen. But there's a slim chance they will be spared and tasked to continue working under Lorenzo if Project Validus is approved for further research.

  They made it out of the bunker. Given that they arrived in the middle of the night and only been in there a couple hours, it wasn't a surprise that it was still night. There was no sunrise to act as an allegory for a bright future waiting for them. They work underground, they only come out at night, and they were black all the time. Agents and researchers of the Undergrove live by the darkness. They are used to it.

  The agents went to work. The electrical wires in the bunker were old and rotting away, no way they would hold the agent's weight as they climbed out. What they are going to use is the cloth covering and the little rope that the Opel had. Slim strips were ripped and tied from end to end. To give it more assurance, the rope was braided and pulled taut. They had over a hundred feet of improvised rope. Hopefully that will be enough.

  Ketchup didn't need to fill in what was going on since the communication specialists were silent listeners between Reaper and Command. They could easily fill in the blanks with nearly spot on assumptions of Reaper's actions between contact. Communication agents could be misunderstood as psychic with how good their listening skills are and how accurate their speculation are.

  The team rolled up the rope and were ready to go look for the vent. Their search would be longer but a researcher stepped up and offered to assist them.

  “I've been studying the blue prints of the facility on my spare time. I know where everything is in relation to the surface.” Blue Jay said.

  “Of course you did. You also knew about the vent shaft.” Ketchup nodded. “Very well. Keep up. We can't waste any more time dawdling.”

  Mackerel heard about this guy. An obnoxious kiss ass that no one liked. Who knew that if given the role as team leader, Ketchup would become the prime example of a no nonsense take charge leader. It almost makes up for his attitude as a subordinate. Mackerel's admiration of Ketchup would later grow.

  The vent was located behind the bunker in an open field. A square stone slab with a metal grate welded shut and a tin roof over it looked very out of place if it weren't for the bunker about half a mile away. They got their confirmation that the crematorium was below when they could smell the subtle stench of the unmistakable stink of burning flesh. The problem now was to somehow get the grate out of the way.

  “Reaper. Lox. Lug. Are you there?” Ketchup got on his hands and knees and called down the shaft.

  “We've completed our mission, We are ready to climb up.” Reaper's voice called back.

  “Hold on. We have a welded grate in the way. It looks pretty sturdy.” Ketchup said as he tried pulling the grate.

  “Take your time, we're in no rush to get out of here.” Lox replied.

  “Is that sass you're giving a superior?” Ketchup asked.

  “Yes. Punish me accordingly when you get us out of here.” Lox said.

  The three below were hanging out waiting in the crematorium. Half the room was one big oven and the other half was the controls behind a protective shield. Below them was a grate that collected the ashes and above them was a ventilation shaft that was wide enough for them to fit through. Because it was nighttime, there was no tiny light at the end of the shaft.

  “Don't suppose you have another grenade on you?” Ketchup asked Boomer.

  “Sorry.” Boomer sighed in defeat.

  Ketchup rubbed his head. The rest of his team is dead and the mission will be a failure all because of a grate.

  “Just spit balling but what if we shoot it?” Mackerel spoke up.

  Ketchup didn't even want to second guess that idea. He had to try anything to ensure this missing is a success and the survival of his team. The three aimed their MP-40s at an angle down at the grate and Blue Jay stepped back and covered his ears. It might not be enough but all of their ammunition will be spent to break through the grate.

  “We're going to be shooting every bullet we got. Get to safety.” Ketchup yelled.

  Reaper quickly ushered the others out of the oven in shut the door. The heavy metal stopped two things, the ricochet of the hail of gunfire bouncing down to them and the thunder of gunfire that was sure to bring the ghouls right to them. What was herd behind that door was the muffled sound of dozens of rounds twanging and bouncing off of every surface.

  Reaper opened the door a little bit after the sound of rounds bouncing seized. Ketchup would have to remember to give Mackerel the praise he deserves for such an ingenious idea. The grate was gone, leaving only jagged edges that they will have to mind when they lowered the rope for the others.

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  Escort team had dropped the heavy door after everyone was on the other side. That slam signified that the nightmare was over for them. Now it's time for a quick walk through the pitch black army bunker. Ketchup was the only one with the flashlight. Hindsight told them that it would have been smart to take Minx's and Buck's guns and flashlights but nothing could be done about that now.

  The cave-in Boomer promised will never happen. He was planning on using his grenades to blow apart support beams and weaken the earth to cause a collapse but he used them to save Ketchup. It was the right choice, it's not like the ghouls have the mental capacity to lift the door and get out. They're strong enough to do it but not smart enough.

  “I've been wondering. You're team was sent in with only handguns. Why did you have a supply of grenades on you?” Ketchup asked Boomer as he lead the way.

  “Command had the same idea as your team leader. Seal the site. You know they still believed the research team was still alive at that point. Make what you can out of that.” Boomer replied.

  The researchers already knew about this and came to terms with how they were severed from the Undergrove. There's a high chance that the research team will be neutralized if they return to the Grotto. Lorenzo figured because he's a top weasel researcher and has all of the main research notes, they will spare him at least. He's right. Weasel researchers are handled with care like Fabergé eggs and tedi researchers are a dime a dozen. But there's a slim chance they will be spared and tasked to continue working under Lorenzo if Project Validus is approved for further research.

  They made it out of the bunker. Given that they arrived in the middle of the night and only been in there a couple hours, it wasn't a surprise that it was still night. There was no sunrise to act as an allegory for a bright future waiting for them. They work underground, they only come out at night, and they were black all the time. Agents and researchers of the Undergrove live by the darkness. They are used to it.

  The agents went to work. The electrical wires in the bunker were old and rotting away, no way they would hold the agent's weight as they climbed out. What they are going to use is the cloth covering and the little rope that the Opel had. Slim strips were ripped and tied from end to end. To give it more assurance, the rope was braided and pulled taut. They had over a hundred feet of improvised rope. Hopefully that will be enough.

  Ketchup didn't need to fill in what was going on since the communication specialists were silent listeners between Reaper and Command. They could easily fill in the blanks with nearly spot on assumptions of Reaper's actions between contact. Communication agents could be misunderstood as psychic with how good their listening skills are and how accurate their speculation are.

  The team rolled up the rope and were ready to go look for the vent. Their search would be longer but a researcher stepped up and offered to assist them.

  “I've been studying the blue prints of the facility on my spare time. I know where everything is in relation to the surface.” Blue Jay said.

  “Of course you did. You also knew about the vent shaft.” Ketchup nodded. “Very well. Keep up. We can't waste any more time dawdling.”

  Mackerel heard about this guy. An obnoxious kiss ass that no one liked. Who knew that if given the role as team leader, Ketchup would become the prime example of a no nonsense take charge leader. It almost makes up for his attitude as a subordinate. Mackerel's admiration of Ketchup would later grow.

  The vent was located behind the bunker in an open field. A square stone slab with a metal grate welded shut and a tin roof over it looked very out of place if it weren't for the bunker about half a mile away. They got their confirmation that the crematorium was below when they could smell the subtle stench of the unmistakable stink of burning flesh. The problem now was to somehow get the grate out of the way.

  “Reaper. Lox. Lug. Are you there?” Ketchup got on his hands and knees and called down the shaft.

  “We've completed our mission, We are ready to climb up.” Reaper's voice called back.

  “Hold on. We have a welded grate in the way. It looks pretty sturdy.” Ketchup said as he tried pulling the grate.

  “Take your time, we're in no rush to get out of here.” Lox replied.

  “Is that sass you're giving a superior?” Ketchup asked.

  “Yes. Punish me accordingly when you get us out of here.” Lox said.

  The three below were hanging out waiting in the crematorium. Half the room was one big oven and the other half was the controls behind a protective shield. Below them was a grate that collected the ashes and above them was a ventilation shaft that was wide enough for them to fit through. Because it was nighttime, there was no tiny light at the end of the shaft.

  “Don't suppose you have another grenade on you?” Ketchup asked Boomer.

  “Sorry.” Boomer sighed in defeat.

  Ketchup rubbed his head. The rest of his team is dead and the mission will be a failure all because of a grate.

  “Just spit balling but what if we shoot it?” Mackerel spoke up.

  Ketchup didn't even want to second guess that idea. He had to try anything to ensure this missing is a success and the survival of his team. The three aimed their MP-40s at an angle down at the grate and Blue Jay stepped back and covered his ears. It might not be enough but all of their ammunition will be spent to break through the grate.

  “We're going to be shooting every bullet we got. Get to safety.” Ketchup yelled.

  Reaper quickly ushered the others out of the oven in shut the door. The heavy metal stopped two things, the ricochet of the hail of gunfire bouncing down to them and the thunder of gunfire that was sure to bring the ghouls right to them. What was herd behind that door was the muffled sound of dozens of rounds twanging and bouncing off of every surface.

  Reaper opened the door a little bit after the sound of rounds bouncing seized. Ketchup would have to remember to give Mackerel the praise he deserves for such an ingenious idea. The grate was gone, leaving only jagged edges that they will have to mind when they lowered the rope for the others.

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