New French Germany
17-05-2005, 15:41
Snow-plain, North of Blair
“John, I think we’ve hit something.”
“What?”
John stepped out of the truck and immediately shivered at the unforgiving cold wind. Still, he fought his way towards the hole.
“How the hell did the natives live here? It’s too damn cold!”
“We think they lived underground.”
“Smart them.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the best for us. That’s why we have to dig these holes.”
“Right. What’ve you got?”
“Looks like metal.”
“Shit.”
He took the shovel from the archaeologist and dug around the metal. It seemed to go on forever until he reached a yellow symbol.
“Jesus Christ,” he said,” There’s some kind of radiation down there.”
“No kidding?” asked the archaeologist.
“No kidding.”
“John, I think we’ve hit something.”
“What?”
John stepped out of the truck and immediately shivered at the unforgiving cold wind. Still, he fought his way towards the hole.
“How the hell did the natives live here? It’s too damn cold!”
“We think they lived underground.”
“Smart them.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the best for us. That’s why we have to dig these holes.”
“Right. What’ve you got?”
“Looks like metal.”
“Shit.”
He took the shovel from the archaeologist and dug around the metal. It seemed to go on forever until he reached a yellow symbol.
“Jesus Christ,” he said,” There’s some kind of radiation down there.”
“No kidding?” asked the archaeologist.
“No kidding.”